I find it very strange coming across the blogs of people I knew from school. These are the people who would ignore me, critisize me, harass me, bitch about me and just generally exclude me from anything and everything they could. I find it very strange, and a bit disturbing, that their lives are as broken as they made me feel for all those years. Their constant talk of depression and suicide is ironic, as they were the ones that almost made me kill myself, making jokes about me slitting my wrists, saying I would be better off dead, that I was scum and I would never ‘fit in’. Their struggles with anorexia reflects the times they accused me of having eating disorders because of my small frame, and telling me to ‘fatten up.’ Their isolation they write about is how they made me feel for all those years, those horrible fucking years where I wanted to die, where they made me want to die.

But you know what? You made me stronger for it, and I’m glad that I went through all that suffering, all that torture, because now I know I’ll never find myself in that situation again, where as your lives will be forever broken. Have a wonderful life, I know I will, and I have you all to thank for it.

Thankyou.