I Pose a Question to you...
Twenty adolescent thugs decide they're going to start a "fight" with the one kid who is too unfit or already too beaten enough to make a realistic getaway. What is that boy to do?
He has no choice but to stand there and take it.
Welcome to my lunchtimes.
For years I took beatings, and yes, to a certain extent, I'm probably stronger and better for it.
But now you come to me asking me for forgiveness....
How do I forgive someone who (as part of a group) spent five years kicking me when I was down, beating the crap out of me, putting me through windows and setting me on fire?
There is no way (or at least no way that I can see) that suggests that you even deserve forgiveness. You've said your sorry but that doesn't change the fact that I went home every day with a new set of cuts and bruises. That doesn't change the fact that my mother sat at home worrying every day that I was at school. That doesn't change the fact that my school days were a fucking misery because of the hell you and your friends put me through.
So no, I do not and will not accept your apology and I will not forgive you.
It scares me to think that some people (and I can completely understand why) take their own lives when treated the way that I was and yet still, you have the gall to ask for my forgiveness.
This post is not a way of me looking for sympathy. This is not a way of crying out for attention. This is me ranting and venting about a subject that is not allowing me to sleep because it has made me so god-damn angry.
I do not wish you misfortune. I do not wish you pain. I do not wish you the hell that you inflicted on me.
I only wish that you leave me be.
Xtra:
I abhor bullying. From verbal, to physical, to abusive beatings. I hate it all. The story above I promise you is 100% true and I only hope that standards of teaching and standards of humanity have improved in the last five years so that what happened to me, isn't still a regular occurrence in anybody else's life.