I'd pretty much get a daily beat up, and as usual, I hid from my parents, and said, "I had a great day at school!" Even though I'd be constantly crying and praying to not go to school the next day.

But everything changed the next year, because that's when I moved schools.

I'd go to the bus stop because I finally got to. But every school had their group of, "Hardcore" group of kids. I'm lucky I didn't get a beating on day one, but the next day, I started to get teased and called names. But the next day was worse, because I'd get hit at random places, at random times. I wouldn't suspect it.

Then I made my first friend, and still friends till this day. His name was Cyrus, one of the wonky kids like I was. He was energetic, dumb, and hyper like me. We'd play throughout pretty much every day. Because of this, the "Hardcore" guys stopped going after me because I wasn't considered the new kid anymore.

The only reason why I'm so harsh on all of you, is because I'm for some reason alert these days, and bad at controller mu instincts. My instincts to hit, counter attack, rush, all that.

So when we meet in real life, don't blame me about the bruises you'd get. It's an instinct, and I don't mean it.

Controlling my instincts*

That's it. I'm telling my whole story. Yet.

To you. I tend to actually rage a lot.