Verbal Abuse.

I've gotten called a lot of names, and believe me when I say that it used to bother me. It used to bother me a lot and it bothered me heavily. I'm someone whom on the outside doesn't show a lot of emotions, but I am indeed very sensitive. It doesn't take a lot to hurt me. I've gotten called a strange dude, a weirdo, a loser, a waste of space, even a psycho, all just for being the way I am. And my god it used to hurt me, until I realized that these people who call me names don't even know me. They don't know the first thing about me and they don't just do this to me, they do this to everyone they meet that they don't get along with. It used to affect me until one day it hit me that there's absolutely nothing wrong with me and that there just could be a few things wrong with them. Their own self worth comes from taking others' self worth, and that is nothing short of sad. Imagine abusing everyone just to feel secure and confident about yourself. That's just sad, pitiable too, and nothing to get mad at. I've learned that it's just much easier to ignore them than to throw back hatred at them. It doesn't do me any good to be mad all day or sad all day, life is just too damn beautiful to be affected by anything that's so cheap.

Love, peace.