I’m really proud of the person I’m becoming.

I’m constantly advocating for my rights!

Even in situations where I should just keep quiet…

My grades are really good right now!

I have a 4.0 GPA and almost 100% in all of my classes!
It wasn’t like that last year… but I’ve changed!
I’m improving!

I have friends and family who love me.

Well.. not all of my family.

And… not all of my friends…

But that’s not my fault!

I think..

Well, my beliefs are strong and they’re all the right beliefs!

But I’m pretty sure everyone believes their beliefs are the right ones.

Uhhhh, I’m not judgemental!

Towards anyone!

Well.. almost.

Sometimes I sit and gossip with my friends.

But atleast I’m not a bully.

That sounds like something a bully would say.

I’m never physical though.

Unless you count all of the times I’ve pushed people in the hallway.

Or all of the times I’ve beat people up in my head.

It might not be real, but the desire is still there.

Oh god.

It hits me like a bird hits a sliding glass window.

Like a car hits a deer in the road.

I’m just as bad as the rest of them.

I’m an absolute bully.

A stupid, careless bully who doesn’t deserve to be loved by anyone.

Not even his own dad.

All I do is hurt people, including myself.

I don’t learn from any of my mistakes.

I’m getting stupider by the minute.

A couple days ago I accidentally said I “weared” something. 

Weared?

And all of my spelling has gotten worse too.

I can’t even spell gorgeous.

Is it G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S?

That sounds wrong.

How do you even spell beginning?

This just further proves my point.

And some of the things I say, oh my god…

And when talking to my friends, I comment on things that are probably some people’s biggest insecurities.

We just sit there judging people by their looks!
And it’s not my friend’s fault, most of them are all amazing people.

It's all my fault..

I’m no better than the average bully.

I’m below average.