Hi HalfSwede.
i was "that kid". You know, the one that all the kids made fun of. From 4th grade through high school I was tormented by different people, including teachers. I got made fun of for my name, my glasses, my braces, for nothing.
in high school, I had the misfortune of being befriended by a vicious girl who spread rumors abut me throughout the school that I called another girl a "slut". This was a girl I'd never met. I had girls chasing me through the hallways. that girl bullied me through 3 years of high school to the point that I was cutting a class so I didn't have to pass her in the hallways. I ate lunch in the bathroom.

It's over 20 years later and I still cry everytime I see something about bullying on TV.
For some reason I was an easy mark. I was shy as a child and no confidence at all. I wasn't athletic or pretty.

I'm trying hard to remember how it made me feel. It made me feel like I didn't want to exist, like the world was better off without me, and what did I do to deserve that kind of treatment.