Clavicus Vile
I sold your soul for a daedric fleshlight
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Everyday I was getting laughed at and picked on, especially by students that would have to sit behind me. I would try to cover my head with a hood, but teachers would always tell me to take it off, no matter how many times I told them I didn’t want to because I’d get laughed at. They didn’t care.
I should’ve defied them but I didn’t, I would take the hood off and the bullying would get even worse. The teachers did nothing. One time I just lost it and shoved one of those niggers, but they didn’t do anything but keep making fun of me.
I was cowardly truth be told, I knew who I could get away with assaulting and who would likely put me in the hospital. I hate this part of myself. I should’ve fought everyone for how they tormented me, even if it got me badly hurt. If bully victims weren’t punished so viciously, maybe I could’ve used a chair or a hard text book to even out the playing field a bit.
I should’ve defied them but I didn’t, I would take the hood off and the bullying would get even worse. The teachers did nothing. One time I just lost it and shoved one of those niggers, but they didn’t do anything but keep making fun of me.
I was cowardly truth be told, I knew who I could get away with assaulting and who would likely put me in the hospital. I hate this part of myself. I should’ve fought everyone for how they tormented me, even if it got me badly hurt. If bully victims weren’t punished so viciously, maybe I could’ve used a chair or a hard text book to even out the playing field a bit.





