I’ve been bullied for years and years, but I will never get used to it. Whoever makes fun of me makes me extremely upset and angry and I imagine me hurting them or killing them. I’m sixteen; I’m a female (if this matters).
There are these kids that I unfortunately live near and they are very irritating, fake and two faced, annoying, and extreme subhumans. They’re literally nothing to me at all.
My family is nice enough to them and my dad does things for them like fix their stupid bikes. They unfortunately know our names because my sister and parents babysat them. I don’t know how old they are (I really don’t care), but the youngest sister is three, and the older sister is probably 5, and the oldest, the brother, is probably 7 (as my sister said) or 9 (based on how he looks and acts).
They’re extremely ungrateful toward us. They laughed at me and made fun of me because I ignored the older sister saying hi to me (they keep REPEATING it too!!!). I ignored them because I can and I don’t have to talk to anyone that I don’t want to talk to. Their friends called me slow and said that I look like stupid (or a harsher word: “retarded”) and the boy laughed as if he wanted me to kill him then and there on the spot. They even called one of my sisters ugly some time ago.
I heard about their mom because I asked my sister and she walked out years ago. So they grow up without a mom and their dad doesn’t really tell them about hygiene, so they smell terrible. They have no one to run to for comfort when getting hurt. Their dad is mean to them and really obviously doesn’t like them either. Because I actually felt a little bit bad for them, I decided to say hi to them again and give them another chance, but they ruined it for themselves. They’re going to be yelled at and I’m going to be mean to them for this.
(This is actually why I don’t let my guard down and why I don’t like being nice. This is what happened in elementary school and middle school and I have to be very cautious of users and manipulators, no matter what.)
Yesterday, and it’s safe to assume any time before that, he called me a name because I ignored him coming near my porch and saying hi. He got mad and went to his porch and began going inside his apartment but he said loud enough for me to hear, “that’s why you’re slow” then went in. It was like he wanted me to hear him but at the same time, didn’t. I know he can’t say it to my face because he’s a sissy. I’m going to tell him that today, too, if he says hi to me.
I have no tolerance for people. It doesn’t matter what age they are AT ALL. That’s kids’ problem now: people are always dismissing bad behavior because “they are kids; they don’t know what they are doing”. No exception at all. They get what they f***ing deserve no matter what. That’s why people don’t deserve the benefit of the doubt: they’ll keep doing stupid sh** and if you let your guard down, they’ll take advantage of you and do sh** again, which is why I cut people out of life.