I am writing this letter to you with a hope. I hope that finally learned how to treat others. Or do you still demean other people just because you feel bad about yourself?
I hope that you feel bad for making my teenage years the worst years of my life and for making me feel like I wasn’t worth loving.
I remember it clearly. It started with the dirty looks and the whispering behind my back. Slowly I started to get small pieces of paper with mean notes thrown at me. There is one specific moment I remember the most, I was on my way to class when you and your other girlfriends started laughing at med when I walked past you in the hallway and all the other kids started laughing too. That was the moment when not only you and your little group of girls were bullying me but now the entire school had found out that I was an easy target.
Throughout school I wasn’t appearing to any social school events because I was frightened that you would be there with your patronizing words.
all the years with you bullying me I only had one question and that was “why me?”. What did I do to deserve this?
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