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She said” I really enjoy spending time with you and think we get on really well—to be honest at the moment I’m in a really weird place with work and figuring out what I’m doing with my life and I’m not I sure I’m ready to be dating anyone at the moment! I think you’re really fun and enjoy hanging out with you— maybe we could hang out more as friends and get to know each other better? Are you going on any of the trips tomorrow? I think I will be on the Saturday one! Need some fresh air and countryside!" There’s some waffle before and after this - how was the party etc. And her talking about how she’s been.

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Here's a quick rundown. I was a fat socially awkward kid with ADD and Tourettes, wore glasses and loved Star Wars. Perfect recipe for fuck with him soup. Now for the details.

In Elementary school the kids would call me names like fatty, idiot, f****t, fat so, gay, stupid, etc. They would group up and kick my ass at recess, and when the teachers broke it up and sent us to the principal, they would all lie and say that I was the main aggressor and since there were more of them than me and the low IQ principal used a democratic system, I always got in trouble and the staff thought I was a bad kid.
It wasn't just the kids at school, it was also the kids in my neighborhood. They did the same thing, call me names, group up and beat me with sticks and toys, their parents joined in on the name calling. They would kick me out of having fun with them but always invite my nephew.
The reason I never told my mom was because of fear that it'll just get worse because I would be snitching, and I would lie about the bruises.
When I started middle school I was going to a new school where nobody knew me. Since my old school was the only world I knew, starting fresh into this new school I thought it was bully or get bullied, so I became a bully.
Within the first couple of months I slammed a kid into the bleachers at gym class and got detention. For 2 years I called people names and sometimes even hit and pushed them. I did it because I was scared and insecure with myself.
After realizing that there were no bullies in this small town school and I was the only cunt, I became really quiet and withdrawn.
By the end of 8th grade I started coming out of my shell more by joining track & feild. In high school I talked to the people who I bullied and told them about my past and why I wad a bully, and we all became friends, 2 of them being my best friends throughout high school.

I can tell you from personal experience that being a bully feel just as bad a being bullied.