One rainy day 8 years ago I was rejected by a girl I liked at school (well she didn't say no she just ran past me after I confessed). I walked home and was beat up by 4 guys I didn't know that same afternoon, literally on my block 1 minute from my house.

On bad days I think how terrible I must be to have deserved that. Only in the past year, I have gotten the courage (or stupidity?) to go outside again to exercise regularly. Thankfully, I have not been beat up since then. Every time I go out, I am scared, but maybe I am an ok person now