I've been bullied on and off all throughout my life. Even as a child, I remember adults joining in on the fun sometimes. It made me grow up paranoid of others, and I always thought I was criticized no matter what I did. It took a toll on my young life, for sure. And my parents seemed obsessed with their own problems and offered little comfort so I suffered in silence most of the time. I had my art to fall back on, but sometimes I would get so depressed that not even that would help. These days I try not to think about the past anymore because it just makes me resentful, but there are times when I read people's experiences or see bullying and it flares up this fire inside me and all the memories come back. I really hate it, and I wish more would be done to stop it from happening. It really is a form of violence against the victim and has long lasting effects....