I mentioned this once before but didn't have all the details at the time. In highschool someone took a picture of me and put it on a school instagram account making fun of my posture.
Well I found the account and the picture is still up and everything with like 80 likes, which with a 1:10 - 1:20 like ratio probably equates to at least 1000 views, basically half the school.
there were also more comments than I remember, and one person I thought I was on decent terms with had called me: "the hunchback of notre dame" in the comment section
how the fuck does one get over something like this. I have so much rage but I can't do shit with it, everyone is gone. Everyone that socially and phsyically spent years putting me down is off living it up in college. I wish nothing but suffering on the world, but at the same time I'm just too exhausted to maintain the anger I should reasonably have.
Well I found the account and the picture is still up and everything with like 80 likes, which with a 1:10 - 1:20 like ratio probably equates to at least 1000 views, basically half the school.
there were also more comments than I remember, and one person I thought I was on decent terms with had called me: "the hunchback of notre dame" in the comment section
how the fuck does one get over something like this. I have so much rage but I can't do shit with it, everyone is gone. Everyone that socially and phsyically spent years putting me down is off living it up in college. I wish nothing but suffering on the world, but at the same time I'm just too exhausted to maintain the anger I should reasonably have.
