Ok, well I’ll write a letter..

To the kids around my age who saw weakness in me and felt compelled to attack it, for those who I was seeking validation from and yearned to be understood by, and those same peers who felt it necessary and, from my perspective, enjoyable to destroy my self image and feeling of worthiness…I hated you, fiercely and with a cruelty that even outmatched yours.
I held that seething, writhing mass of hate in my chest just for you, for all who were like you and I wished upon you the most horrible and tragic things.
Well, we were wrong, I was foolish and so were you.
You applied the method and I accrpted it as though I deserved it.
I had a guilty heart, long before your form of cruelty reached me and it made me the perfect recipient of your abuse.
What was your form of learned behaviour that drove you to bully people like me?
Have you changed, have you healed?
I have healed, not from your attentions but I have healed that which made me ok with being a victim.
No hard feelings, we were kids and we were fools.
I don’t miss you, haha, but I miss those days, man were they wonderful.