Memories

You know the only thing I remember about high school? Being bullied by a bunch of special needs kids, fat dykes, fish smelling acne having girls and white trash punks. I have no fond memories of highschool or of any of the people I went to highschool with. In fact, if I could turn back time, I'd go back to that time, refuse to take the meds that were fucking me up at the time, and beat the shit out of everyone I was too scared to bully because I thought I'd get suspended, expelled, grounded, etc. I'd also out everyone for the flawed fuck-ups they were. I was too nice, passive and agreeable. I never fought back. That was the worst mistake of my life: Not fighting back. Not holding people accountable when they betrayed me. Believing I deserved all the abuse I got. I think one time I cursed out a group of students horribly, and after that, people started treating me a tad better. My sense of style wasn't the best. Had my sense of style been like it is now back then, I would've had every faggot in that school wrapped around my finger.