Very straight forward. I'm very sorry you were hurt like that. Personally I hate it when something like that happens to people. I have tried to befriend people that are being bullied or picked on. I don't think its right because I know that I would never want it to happen to me. I hope you are able to reconcile one day with those who hurt you. God bless.

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Rasterize Me!!!

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Such things made me proveless to anyone.
Why should someone be productive when no one gives him reflection else then ignorance?
Why should some one want to have a future when the present is utterly bitter and there is no sing that things change in a good way?
Why someone would relay on others when he "socialized" as an isolated specimen whom just survived the times when he was not at home before his computer?
How should someone overcome demages that are made in the deep past where primal social and intellectual behaviour concepts were craved in in a bad way and affects the whole life time?

sorry for speaking in questions, but as it is wrote in the Michael Crichton novel "Sphere" :
If we want to know someone's real social character, we should ask him to describe what he thinks, what might happened on a picture what has no real anchor of what happened. What he will describe is rather what he personally want to think about what have happened...
quote is not copied, I used my "internal memory", read the book, it is great

Ich erinnere mich daran, wie ich von allen gemobbt wurde. Ich war immer der schwächling, das graue mäuschen, das kind mit der klatsche... ich hab stofftiere mit an die schule geschleppt und saß in der ersten reihe. Ich liebte katzen und selbst die lehrer haben sich über mich lustig gemacht. ich war klein und schwach und ich teilte mein lachen und meine ansichten offenherzig mit jedem.
Was für ein idiot ich war.
und als klar wurde, dass ich nichtmal ein mädchen bin wurde es nicht besser.
Bis ich angedroht hab sie abzustechen und ein messer mit zur schule brachte, nur noch blutige bilder im unterricht kritzelte und die wände der schultoilette damit beschmierte.

Ich hätte nicht gedacht, dass es dir ähnlich ergangen ist.
Und wie sehr der Spruch schmerzt: Du siehst doch gar nicht soviel anders aus als alle andere. Bist du sicher, dass sie es überhaupt böse mit dir meinen, oder bist du nur zu empfindlich? Du solltest mehr spaß verstehen.

Lehrer die begeistern.
Und Lehrer, die wegsehen sind dann noch das beste was einem passieren kann. Wegsehen, wenn man sich in der Pause im Kunstraum versteckt um in ruhe bücher zu lesen weil sie deine einzigen freunde sind. immer spleeniger und asozialer zu werden weil einem der umgang mit netten menschen fehlt...
und dann irgendwann kommt doch die wende, ein neuer anfang, man wird erwachsen.

Aber ganz ehrlich... ich kann mobbern nicht verzeihen. weder denen, die mir etwas angetan haben noch jenen die heute auf anderen herumhacken.
Ich finde sie haben keine daseinsberechtigung und kotzen mich an, miese arrogante schwächlinge, die sich selbst über jene erheben die sich einschüchtern lassen, vielleicht aber dreimal mehr zu bieten und auf dem kasten haben.

mobbing zerstört chancen und leben.
Ich bin froh, dass ich noch irgendwie daraus erwachsen konnte - aber ich verzeihe mobbern nicht.
Sie sind abschaum.
und heute noch kann ich nur verstecken, dass ich angst bekomme, wenn hinter meinem rücken geflüstert und gelacht wird.

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'Everything goes and tentacles are often involved.' - KotE / Thousand Hells

I've never really had large problems with bullies... mostly because I kept to myself. There were some in particular, and middle school specifically (grades 6-8) was terrible, but...

Nja, meine Mitleid.

"Hey Frida, why are you sitting there all by yourself? Oh right, you don't have any friends!"

Yes. Yes, I know what it's like to be bullied.
Ten years ago (and the following years) or so my sister was not feeling very well. She lost a lot of weight and was very depressed. She even tried to kill herself, and she spent a lot of time at the hospital (against her will). Naturally, I was not a happy little girl, due to that and many other reasons. As you probably know, children are mean little buggers with no moral. They saw I was weak and, well, did what they did in order to make themselves feel better, or whatever. I still have no self-esteem to this day. I have repressed most memories (whenever I try to remember I start to cry), but I will never forgive them for what they have done.

don't forget me i once got a heavy fight with one only that i recieved a heavy hit on my face that i think that i watch stars, so later give him a punch on the men's weak spot. since then i was namd as kevin metal.

um please read the e-mail that i send to you.

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[link] this is next step of wwii in the pacific BATTLESTATIONS PACIFIC

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Its even worse when you were a child that was autistic...

I was picked on and bullied in elementary and middle school...Although I wasn't beaten, I was hurt from a lot of words. I can totally relate to what you're presenting, kids can by so stereotypical and cruel...

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"Yes, the past can hurt.. But from the way I see is that you can either run from it, or learn from it." - Rafiki

"Keep moving forward..." - Walt Disney

so true............... i go throug this every day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i hate it! they make me want to die!

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You may loose the BATTLE. You may loose the WAR! But that is NO EXCUSE to give up!

Ah definitely. I've lived throught that and am still recovering. I'm a paranoid git with no self esteem and no recognizable social skills.

I was a rather quiet kid, not very sociable and a huge target for bullies it seemed. As a result I have loathed pretty much my entire school career but I got through it. Moderately depressive but I am mostly whole.

Kids are extremely cruel creatures.