This, i was broken enough to want to destroy all the fuckingn bullies that made my life a hell, but I would never hurt anyone else.

I was bullied from grades 3 halfway thru 12. In grade 9 it began to get physical. In grade 12 it stopped being physical after my bully, a weightlifter and football player, pulled back a basketball and threw it with all his strength at the back of my head in gym. I broke his nose.

I am not particularly proud of it. I am not bragging. Though multiple times throughout the years I wondered how no one noticed. As the years went on I saw other students look away, if they weren't laughing at me. I then began to notice the rare teacher look once and then act like they saw nothing.

To me, what some of these kids do doesn't seem like that much of a stretch. I think this way because of my experiences, amongst other family issues that were also happening. While I am not wholly certain, when I dig deep, it's possible one of the key reasons nothing more happened is because after I snapped it all stopped.

The line is thinner than you realize, I think.

Funny thing is, now that I'm older, I understand that I handled everything well by the perspective of people who believe the wall of "don't hurt others" doesn't have a door in it. Just a ton of trauma and general mistrust for anyone who happens to be male and anyone in authority, and a very deep dislike for injustice and preventable incidents.

I think when you feel entitled and think everyone in school is looking and laughing at you. Ya, it's probably not indiscriminately in this person's eye.