I remember being bullied in grade school yes. But I also remember that there was something about being bullied that was far more infuriating than the bully: the school system. I swear to god my teachers and counselers were batshit crazy with their weird touchy feely advice: "Oh, try to emphasize with the bully. Tell him how you feel. Don't fight back." That wouldn't be so bad if it weren't enforced on me through the school rules! And you know what? The bully knew it. So he picked on me more. In fact, I remember the bastard even learning how to plausibly lie and get me into more trouble, and the fucking teachers believed him ("Oh that sounds like something you'd do"). And you know what? I've been depressed and angry ever since and very anti-social. Innocent until proven guilty MY FUCKING ASS.
So fuck yeah, stand up for yourself! Fuck the pansy ass fucking feel-good counselers! Fuck them for the pain!
/I'm sorry this is something I've been needing to rant on for YEARS
//This is what it was like in the mid 90's, it's probably a LOT WORSE now
///This is why it doesn't surprise me when emo kids want to slit their wrists and kill themselves.