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Heh we were kinda similar then.

Though I was always shy and awkward. As a little kid, i was always moving. I didn't have any brothers and sisters and I moved too much to have any solid childhood friend.

I may have gotten bullied but most of the time I didn't even notice it or my mom delt with it quickly. I just avoided people. I loathed them. I think in elementary during 5th grade I had to watch a brat on the bus and I'd keep him calm by giving him string cheese. One day I didn't cause I had enough of the bullshit. He then yanked my hair. I got fed up and did a Indian burn on his arm. He cried his eyes out. Then I instinctively cried my eyes out. My defense mechanism I guess. It worked cause I didn't get in trouble for hurting a little boy. XD

Middle School I was a utter bitch. Like. Totally. Antisocial, always gave off the air of 'get the fuck away from me' and I was forced to see a school counselor. At that point, I told them about my thoughts on my family, thinking they would keep their word and keep it a secret. They didn't and told my mom. So I ended up distrusting teachers altogether. The counselor tried to get me more social by showing a new girl around. 

I didn't want to but I begrudgingly did it. The girl was a chatterbox and your typical girly girl(make up, clothes, shopping blah blah) while I wasn't a girly girl at all. I didn't like bathes and had to be forced into it since I kinda was hydrophobic(not Karn level, but I did have to be dragged by the feet at one point as a kid). Didn't care about fashion and just wore baggy clothes. Didn't like make up and always bit my nails so they were horrid. She honestly was trying to be friendly, but bitchy teenaged middle school me wasn't quite good at socializing. 

So when she asked for my phone number, my mother told me not to give out my number. So oh so tactful me went.

"No"

"Why?"

"Because I don't like you."

And the counselor discovered the backfire with the new girl crying her eyes out. I wasn't trying to be mean but it ended up that way. XD

Counselor didn't ask anything of me again though. 

Had a teacher who would purposely give me bad grades simply because she didn't like me, even if I aced the homework. Mom reared her demon powers and I got a new English teacher.

I did make one solid friend, but even then I didn't know how to be friends. So I kinda bullied her without meaning to that I now realize. Though I don't think I did too much serious. Poking, (which she always complained was like a knife) and handing manga I let her borrow away from her teasingly.

High school I wasn't as bitchy, but still antisocial and avoided people. I hung out with teachers more then students. My friend and I remained friends for awhile until she left and we had a falling out cause I'm a dummy.

A boy bullied me, always making me make kitty sounds(I'm good at meowing) and copying my homework. I eventually snapped and started drawing pictures of murdering him as a stick figure and then threatened to stab him with a needle. Some tool I had for school.

Psycho me reared its head that time. Good times. After a trip to the principals office for us both and me playing innocent and the victim, he never bothered me again.

And then I get out of school, try to get a job with no luck and settle for a job that lets you work like one day a week sometimes or no work for months.

Since it was a video game nerd environment, I opened up a little more now a days.

My life story is pretty boring for I'm a spoiled child. XD

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Kudos to you 8D good job Ex!
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I...I never really had that sort of bullying, but found that words and actions hurt more. What hurt most was my twin brother making friends easily and then not knowing why I was mad at him. You'd think your twin wouldn't just leave you alone, but he did. So on the second day of primary school I hit him and ended up in the naughty spot for recess. 

Then in year two I kinda snapped. I was being bullied by a kid in year one, at the damn park for crying our loud.

I jumped off the swing, and punched him as hard and as fast as I could. Which was hard and fasts cause Id started karate in year one. And there was also the momentum from the swing. I broke his nose, and ended up running for mum. His dad went to the teachers first at school on Monday, but my mummy is a demon and she had them knowing the real story in moments. He pushed me too far. 

We had a "what do you want most in the world" circle in year two too. And I remember standing up, and saying "friends" and my heart just breaks remembering that. What little kid stands up dejected, sad and hurting, to say friends?. 

And then there was year seven. I was happy in year seven. I had a good friend. And then these girls, who had been my friends, just started harrassing me. I remember that I was heading back to class, they basically surrounded me. I was so tired of it all by then, that I basically yelled at them. It got to the point that a teacher ran for the principle. I was just so tired of it all. 

Highschool...a had a girl hating me right fromr the word go. Because I took one of her friends away from her.nwell not a friend, but this girl just followed her around because she was popular. Like sheep. And I told my friend that this girl wasn't her friend. Well, she was just horrible but by then I was like who cares? 

It got better after that. But I always find myself distrusting people first, hating them first so as not to give them the opportunity to hurt me. And have been trying for years to get over it.

I guess some scars just stay with you.


Anywoo. Enough for one day. 

Should get to posting