Note to Bullies, or possible prelude to book I may write
You never forget. Names are remembered. Actions are remembered. Feelings are remembered. I look back on everything now, and the memories of them are all they did are the strongest memories I have, stronger than the memories I have of last week.
I wish I was the kind of person to let bygones by bygones, forgive them for all the wrongs they have committed against me, and jut move on with my life being the bigger person. Sometimes, I even start to.
The I remember. The name, what they did, the pain, the isolation, the hame and the fear. Screw being the bigger person. I want them to remember me like I remember them. Okay, I'm not going to touch them, or do any of the things they did to me, even though I want to. Badly.
No. I am going to become a household name. I am going to pursue and achieve what I have dreamed of doing ever since I hid from them in the tunnel on the kindergarten playground. I am going to be successful, have few friends but ones I can trust with anything, have an amazing relationship with my family, and accomplish all I ever though of. Once I have done that, I am going to call them out. Once I have them remembering things the way I do, because they wont remember me, I was that insignificant. Once they remember, and I call them out for all of it, I am going to thank them.
I am going to thank them for being a fraction of a human. I am going to thank them for taking away my innocent, care free childhood, and replace it with humiliation. Because of them, I know who I am and I have become so good at reading people, I know exactly who they are. They gave me the motivation to constantly pick myself back up. So here I go.
I wish I was the kind of person to let bygones by bygones, forgive them for all the wrongs they have committed against me, and jut move on with my life being the bigger person. Sometimes, I even start to.
The I remember. The name, what they did, the pain, the isolation, the hame and the fear. Screw being the bigger person. I want them to remember me like I remember them. Okay, I'm not going to touch them, or do any of the things they did to me, even though I want to. Badly.
No. I am going to become a household name. I am going to pursue and achieve what I have dreamed of doing ever since I hid from them in the tunnel on the kindergarten playground. I am going to be successful, have few friends but ones I can trust with anything, have an amazing relationship with my family, and accomplish all I ever though of. Once I have done that, I am going to call them out. Once I have them remembering things the way I do, because they wont remember me, I was that insignificant. Once they remember, and I call them out for all of it, I am going to thank them.
I am going to thank them for being a fraction of a human. I am going to thank them for taking away my innocent, care free childhood, and replace it with humiliation. Because of them, I know who I am and I have become so good at reading people, I know exactly who they are. They gave me the motivation to constantly pick myself back up. So here I go.
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