100% - May this black boyo have a bettER life now
I remember, being in middle school. There was this guy, no one spoke to him. Him and I were severely alike. Alone, retarded, and useless to society.
He was a fat black guy, and he was the nicest person in that school. Everyone else was mean, but he treated me like a human.
I remember, being picked on, then seeing him. It made me mad. They never picked on him, it was always me.
Him and I rode the same bus home. And I did something terrible.
I asked him out loud what “10-8” was, and he didn’t know.
Everyone started laughing at him, and this became a new routine. I was addicted to it because it brought the negative attention to him and not me.
And I liked that.
I liked finally being the normal one, fitting into the crowd so much that I could be avoided by the kids that bullied me.
It was only a matter of time before I was caught. The guy was actually my neighbor. And when my mom found out I was bullying the disabled neighbor, she made me apologize to his mother and buy him a gift.
I don’t regret what I did. I don’t feel bad for wanting to feel good. People treat me just the same, and I know for a fact if he was not disabled, he wouldn’t have a kind heart.
People treat you as you are. If they treat you like shit, it’s because you are a shit. A shit stain of society that everybody walks on top of and spits on.
I saw him as a loser, I thought I was better than him because at least I had some awareness.
The teachers shamed me from that day on, but never seemed to shame my bullies who would physically assault me at times and call me names. They let that slide.
Why?
Because I’m not disabled. Jfl.
They allowed people to push me down and make me drop my things, because ugliness isn’t a disability. It’s just a genetic condition, it’s natural order.
So no. I’ll never regret bullying that black fucking fag. My justice was never served, so why should his be?
He was a fat black guy, and he was the nicest person in that school. Everyone else was mean, but he treated me like a human.
I remember, being picked on, then seeing him. It made me mad. They never picked on him, it was always me.
Him and I rode the same bus home. And I did something terrible.
I asked him out loud what “10-8” was, and he didn’t know.
Everyone started laughing at him, and this became a new routine. I was addicted to it because it brought the negative attention to him and not me.
And I liked that.
I liked finally being the normal one, fitting into the crowd so much that I could be avoided by the kids that bullied me.
It was only a matter of time before I was caught. The guy was actually my neighbor. And when my mom found out I was bullying the disabled neighbor, she made me apologize to his mother and buy him a gift.
I don’t regret what I did. I don’t feel bad for wanting to feel good. People treat me just the same, and I know for a fact if he was not disabled, he wouldn’t have a kind heart.
People treat you as you are. If they treat you like shit, it’s because you are a shit. A shit stain of society that everybody walks on top of and spits on.
I saw him as a loser, I thought I was better than him because at least I had some awareness.
The teachers shamed me from that day on, but never seemed to shame my bullies who would physically assault me at times and call me names. They let that slide.
Why?
Because I’m not disabled. Jfl.
They allowed people to push me down and make me drop my things, because ugliness isn’t a disability. It’s just a genetic condition, it’s natural order.
So no. I’ll never regret bullying that black fucking fag. My justice was never served, so why should his be?
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