d o n ' t t a l k t o m e

the toucher and bullies

After being popular and having quite a few friends all my life, I found myself alone eating lunch, alone. Doing nothing at break. Sitting on my own table in lessons. I had nobody, and the people on my street made my life hell so I just became an introvert.

I did eventually find a friend, his name was Alfie. (We both liked Pokémon) We were playing Pokémon irl and I didn't know much lore so I was bulbasause and he was squrtle he used water gun and I said it healed me and he explained that's not how it works. Eventually I started playing the actual game on my ds r4 card.

That friend ship didn't last long tho because as I said I'm an introvert, so we just stopped talking and I went back to the bench. When the older kids saw me on the bench... It was just... ugh!!!!!

This one kid came up to me picked me up ran around a bit and through me on the fucking concreate floor. I cut my knees and hands open and I was slowly bleeding but eventually the useless teachers (that also bullyed me) came with the first aid kit, thankfully one of the nice teachers. That kid tho didn't just do it once tho, no, no, no, every other fucking day.

And for the days he didn't, this other kid (who is now a drug addict... No, I'm serious) would do everything you can think of, like: rugby tackled me into the brick wall, cyber bullying, calling me gay (this was like 2009), saying I'm worthless, ect...

So when people asks me why I'm sad, I think: hmmmm, I wonder fucking why!!!