We all know that we are guilty of something, whether it be something small or large. I am here to confess that I am guilty of bullying people. But luckily it's not the people that have never hurt anyone or have bullied other people. The people I've been mean to deserve it. They may not realize it but they too are guilty of being mean. It just turns out that I'm the only one to have the balls to stand up to them. They say you shouldn't fight fire with fire, but I believe that's the only way to get people to realize was lying in front of them. I have gone through my life being bullied multiple times. And I mean a lot of times. More than I can count on my hands. And I gotta tell you, it's not fun. It doesn't feel great. It actually makes you feel like crap. It makes you go through life and question your existence. But it seems when I finally do stand up for myself I'm the one that's in trouble. It seems I'm the one to blame for everything. Growing up my dad always told me to stand up for myself and to never let anyone else fight my own battles. At school, I just don't understand. When people are mean to me or my friends, the adults look the other way. Or they act like its not important and they have other better things to do. And as soon as we finally stand up for ourselves and treat people how they treat us, we are the bad people. The adults finally pay attention. Doesn't make any sense at all. So now here I am, confession to the world that I am guilty of bullying. And I'm alright with that. I was always told to live by the Golden Rule. Treat others as you would want to be treated. They treat me like crap, therefore I'm going to treat them like crap. Enough said.
