What the hell, I'll share an experience I've never told anyone about. Many years after the bullying, I was at a public event and recognized the guy who used to taunt me the most, out of the many who participated. Kind of the ring leader of the bullies. I had hoped that time would have "healed the wound" or at least softened my feelings; but no. I was immediately enraged when I saw him.

I had a Swiss Army knife in my pocket, a fairly big one with a 2-inch blade. For some time I seriously considered walking up to the guy and stabbing him in the heart; that was how angry and hurt I still felt, even after all that time.

Luckily I came to my senses and let it go. But I've never forgotten that experience. I'm generally a very passive, non-violent person; my thoughts that day terrified me. No matter how much time passes I still passionately hate those bullies.