So I like to watch movies while I browse art and hope for my writing to kick in.
Today I watched bully… To be honest I never imagined the movie would affect me like it did.

I dropped out of high school my second year because it got so bad.

I survived…

I had thoughts, anxieties… and it didn’t help that bipolar disorder taints my bloodline like a blight taints a forest.

but I weep for those who weren’t strong enough… crushed beneath the weight of the words and actions of those indifferent to their suffering.

I was also angered as I heard, word for word, verbatim the speech told to me and my parents from the principle of my high-school.

“There’s nothing we can do… we’ll take care of it.”

I was so angered I just logged out and paced in front of the television as they hit these kids with the same rhetoric that they fed me and my parents. I was pissed.

I don’t know where I’m going with this.

I hope that people who read my work are beyond the high school years, but I’m not entirely naive.

if you happen to still be in high school or, god forbid middle school, DON’T let them get to you. I know I sound just like the counselors and principals, but I survived, you can to. and if you're an adult dealing with a bully, this goes double for you, pop ‘em in the mouth and lawyer up.