thoughts

I remember back in middle school and early high school, I used to be really shy and would never talk and would often get picked on, and then I wondered why people were so mean to me.

Then someone once told me to stand up for myself.

Unfortunately, when I had the chance to actually say something back to someone after they had said something mean to me, I was apparently being “a sensitive bitch”. And they told me to “take a joke”.

To this day, I still don’t understand some people.
Turns out you really can’t please everyone.