The Wild Ones Rebellion // Black Veil Brides Fanfiction

To the people who love to hate me

So it's been a couple months since my last entry.  Sorry about that.  Life is deadass insane for me with college and such, it's hard to keep up.  But I'm not really here to update y'all on my personal life.  I'm hERE TO RANT

It's been quite a long time since I've done a rant on this site.  I try to keep them few and far between because a few years ago I lost all my friends for ranting anonymously about two of my friends online.  That resulted in a deep depression for a couple month. Ha ha.  Joke was on me cause I totally ruined my social life for quite a while and I learned my lesson hard core.

But this is different.

Namely because the people I'm about to rant about aren't my fucking friends and I'm so fucking done with their shit and I need someone place to rant.

I apologize for cursing.  You can tell I'm pissed.

So let me explain a bit.  As I stated in my last entry, I moved to LA for school.  I'm still home in NorCal for holidays and the summer, but I spend approximately 9/12 months in LA.  Also, as I stated before, I chose to move so far away to get away from the crap I dealt with in high school.

But here's the issue.  It never fucking leaves me alone.

Let me get more specific for you.  I was not in any way popular in high school.  In fact, I was probably the least liked person in my entire class.  I was "annoying," "a bitch," "fake," and a "know it all."  Totally great reputations to have following you around a few small towns.  Oh and I'm not guessing on these terms that people used.  People used them on my Sarahah when that was a thing six months ago, and the only people who had access to my Sarahah were people on my Snapchat, who 99% consists of my classmates from high school.

Tbf I've always been the hated one, and I never exactly made it easy on myself.  I grew up at a tiny k-8 school with the same class of 30 kids.  I was raised to speak my mind and that resulted in a lot of bullying at a young age.  My only weapon, seeing as I was small and unpopular, was my intelligence, which was statistically above average, but looking back I was no young genius.  I just learned well.  I tried to make people who treated me poorly feel stupid by proving them wrong and looking back, as I mentioned, that didn't exactly make it any better for me, but when the teachers and staff refused to enforce any discipline on the people who made my younger years living hell, I did what I could to defend myself.

I had a group of friends in middle school.  Or more, as I realized after I moved to high school, "friends."  We were a small class, as I mentioned, and so you stuck with whoever you could.  Being the outcast and at least above average in the book smart department, I found "friends" in the other smart kids in my class.  Only, they weren't friends.  In fact, I realized later on that these friends actually hated my guts.  I was a lost puppy really, looking for anyone to be kind to me and be my friend, so I overlooked the way they treated me in order to be able to fool myself into thinking I had friends.  But when those friends tease you non stop, never invite you to anything outside of school, kick you out of class groups in favor of other students, and never defend you when the bullies are railing on you, those people aren't friends. 

When I started high school, I was an inter-district transfer, meaning I went to a school outside of my district instead of going to my town's high school.  I did this mostly because I was looking to get away from my tormentors.  It still hadn't sunken in that my friends weren't actually friends at all, so when that particular group of people transferred with me, I was fine with it and ecstatic to be starting school with new people and with my friends by my side.  But what I quickly realized was that my mental condition and how I was treated didn't change when I moved to a different school.  And the reason?  My friends.