RANTING TIME

Bullies

You already can tell where this chapter is gonna go because of the title.

But, let's discuss it anyways?

Bullies.

Bullies.

Let it sink in for a second. Think about all the mean comments they've ever said to or about you. Now keep reading and try and let them go for a little while to give yourself at least a few minutes of peace.

Those people that try to bring you down just because they're jerks with no lives. I have had my run in's with bullies many times. I'm short, I'm fat, I'm stupid, I'm ugly, I'm something new every week. I've heard it all before. Yes, it hurts like hell but if you catch me in the wrong mood you better have a paramedic on speed dial because I'm about to shove that twedge so far up your asshole you'll be able to taste the suede.

Bullies: Assholes that have nothing good in their life so they make torturing you their happiness and joy.

Bullies: People that want you to sink down to their level because of how jealous they are of your happiness.

Bullies: Kids that don't understand. They might have something going on with them at home and never get paid attention to. Or they're abused. They just don't understand how to get the attention they want without being a douchecanoe.

Know that you are better than them. The only reason (5sosfam heyy) that they bully you is because you have something going for you and they don't.

Bullies come in all shapes and sizes and packs, flocks, groups, cliques whatever you want to call it. They could be that overweight guy that uses his gut to push you into a locker. They could be that super good looking tall lacrosse playing mamma jamma that gives you the stink eye in the hallway because your sneakers have one of those black streaks on the side of them. They could be the plastics from Mean Girls that'll use your friendship for popularity. They can be anyone.

Everyone. I mean E V E R Y O N E has encountered bullies once in their lives. My mom used to fight other girls in her school the most. She lived in Alabama and it was a really small school but she fought THE MOST. She has a scar right next to her right eye from being stabbed with a pencil. She has cut scars on her arms and legs from getting sliced with knives from getting jumped countless times. Now, I wasn't alive yet so maybe she could be lying but I don't know where the scars came from them.

I've gotten in fights before from my anger issues spiraling out of control when someone called me a fat dwarf. (I'm barely overweight and I'm 4'9. So sue me.)

Violence is not the answer but if you need to defend yourself you better whoop some ass. Now, be sure they don't have a knife or worse if you do fight and find a way to get out of there fast if they do.

I'm gonna hurry and and finish up this rant because it's long.

Just know, you're amazing. You're beautiful. You're handsome. You aren't alone in this. And you. Are. Perfect. Don't let anyone tell you anything else. Because you were born and original. Don't let someone treat you like a copy.

(I might keep up with this book because it's fun. Anyways message me, follow me, vote comment, share, pleaseeee? Love you gumdrops!)