jenscats5 said:Needless to say now I don't relate well to people, don't like most people, am shy & prefer to be alone & am not trusting at all.....what happened to me in hs still hurts to this day & I'll be 35 in July....I was in therapy for quite a long time but the hurt is still there.....
supersizeme said:does it add up?
your high school experience equates well to the personality you have on here, except i wouldn't have guessed the class clown and prankster part. not that you're not funny(you are), it's just that it takes a certain amount of inner-spaz to act out like that. i haven't seen you spaz out on here that i can remember. that was interesting to read.
crak600 said:thanks velvett.
velvett said:Wow, I'm really sorry to hear that.
Optimus B said:i was the shy, athletic, smart guy.
crak600 said:Jens - i know how you feel. i was shoved into catholic school for 1-3 grade. i was then given the choice of catholic school or public school (probably because my dad didn't want to pay for it anymore) and i chose public school. from 4-6, i was a complete outsider. short, blond, and i wore glasses. in grade school, you wear glasses, you're a nerd. no questions asked. your only friends were other kids with glasses or the few others that were considered to be nerds and no one wanted to talk to them. i was made fun of a lot when all i simply tried to do was make friends. on top of that my mother was such a bitch that a few times before the age of 12 i wanted to take my own life, but obviously didn't.
7th grade was slightly better because it was a different school. 8th grade was worse. i won't even go there. just remembering it is enough to make me want to kill.......and now i've remembered it.
you're not alone Jen. i'm 26 now and there's still people from when i was 14 that if i ran into now, i'd tear them limb from limb. every time i go down into the area i grew up in i pray to just run into one of them. just one. that's all it'll take. just to even see one of those people. i'd snap. completely. no question. and then i'd want more of them. while i might hold back from killing them, i sure as hell would make them feel pain like they've never felt before, and i'd laugh while they screamed.
oh, and when i was in 9th grade, we had the most popular kid in junior high blow his brains out one morning before school (our junior high was 7, 8, 9th grades). he did it at home. he had been one of the people that had made smartass comments to me in grade school. i felt no sympathy for him. i've battled my own inner demons, but i've won every time, which has just made me stronger.
well, gotta dig out the junior high yearbooks now and see if i happen to have any pictures of my mother. good thing i still have ammo. looks like there's going to be another range trip tomorrow.
thanks velvett.
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