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Growing up isn't easy. Especially if you're a kid who has angst bleeding out of your very pores. I guess that's one reason I repelled more than attracted friends. Majority of the time, I got picked on for various reasons, most of all what I looked like. One would always be encouraged to ignore it, but I, of course, turned my back to those encouragements and turned to violence to solve these problems. It first began in my head, imagining the ways to get revenge on the bullies who called me unpleasant names, but eventually, after being provoked for so long, which felt like an eternity but was only a few weeks or months before we moved yet again, I began to turn these thoughts into actions.