JestER
Clown World Analyst
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I haven't relived this traumatic experience in over a decade. I thought I buried this shit once and for all. GUESS I WAS WRONG. For some reason I myself was in my current state in my dream but wearing my old uniform and that made me semi-aware that it was a dream, so I thought to myself "maybe this time I could stand up to them since I was slightly bigger" but nope (mind you, some of them were still taller than me). Faggot kids were still throwing me against the lockers, putting trash in my pockets, smacking my head hard repeatedly, fly kicking me while my back was turned as I walked through the hallways, blazing footballs toward me, stealing shit from my bag while it was on my back, slapping anything out of my hands that I was carrying, relentlessly ridiculing my face and head shape while name-calling, even the teachers would snicker at my appearance in the corner of my eyes and they would never do anything to stop me getting bullied. It felt too fucking real, yet I knew it was a dream. And the worst part? I tried my best to stand up for myself this time, yet they came at me harder than ever before. I've never felt this stressed in so many years, when I woke up my eczema-ridden hands were literally shaking. This event has ruined my day before it even started.
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