Why am I writing this? Because I’ve been
there. I think I’ve been mentally bullied but I don’t really care about it. When
I was thirteen; I was the class joke. Idk, people kept making fun of me and they
even wrote insulting things about me on the board. I can still remember it
clearly, when some of them ran, calling me to the class to see what they’ve
wrote. You know what I did? I just came, look at it briefly, so I don’t remember
things clearly, people are laughing; I laugh a bit and left. Idk why, it doesn’t
offend me that much back then, it only hurts now. Maybe because I have my
friends back then, who defend me, and cheer me up, and I was too happy to be
sad. So, I don’t care.
Later, those guys apologize after I left
the school and everything was okay as it never happened. I didn’t leave because
of that thou, just simply because I can’t really study when I’m surrounded by
people >.<
And there’s this one girl, who I’ve been
closed to since I was ten, and she was the one scolding people who wrote bad
things about me on the board, she was the one who’s always by my side; but I’ve
never realized it. I did a lot of bad things to her, because I was too
childish. Thinking about it, I felt stupid. She is amazing. She’s the bravest,
smartest, toughest, and greatest person I have ever met. I wish I didn’t take
her for granted when we were closed. I am really sorry, I miss you, and sincerely, thank you.
