Felt like that about three weeks ago.

I got so fed up with the general amount of teasing and the longest term in school history, I lashed out at a student who smiled at me as my bus left, punching him in the chest. Talk about beating up the person who made stress.

Senior management detention. I could've been prosecuted for assault, had I not confessed my 3-month depression.

I then became more tolerable and sociable. The end.

Don't ask if I made this up, 'cause my fictional(?) story shows Evanist how others (can) have it worse.