I was always the person my parents and teachers enjoyed blaming for the mistakes of others, including their own character flaws, they projected their evil and selfish nature onto me, a pure and benevolent child. Whenever something bad happened, even an accident. I was always blamed, yelled at or hit. I still remember all the times I was sent to the office at school when kids tattled on me for annoying or bothering them just for existing. People enjoyed treating me with the utmost disdain and contempt for being different.
