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When I was little, I was always picked last on teams and I always got a facefull of ball. Basketball, kickball, softball... it didn't matter. I remember once I wandered into the nurse's office after a particularly bad hit, and the lady in there who might have been the nurse was having an out-of-body experience. She was staring out into space, and I tried to talk to her but she didn't notice.

Might've been a stroke. Oh well.

Still I think people snicker a bit sometimes, but I always tell myself two things when they do:

1) Who cares what they think?
2) I'm glad I'm not having a stroke.

Anyway. Thomas, much love and support from this end. Just think ! in a year-and-a-half, you won't have to worry about such petty things or people and, even while estranged from all that bad crap, you'll still be able to keep in touch with friends.

Anyway, you're welcome ! and do feel better, okay?

Thomas, I totally understand how you feel. I was picked on all the time at my old school. Kids would be cruel to me and make me cry, then say that they didn't want to play with a crybaby. They used to push me down and into the mud and all sorts of horrible things that kids do. I used to have this chart where I got a sticker everyday if I could go without crying. Kind of sad, really.

I think maybe you should see someone about the way you feel, because I also would get really down by myself (if it was nighttime, it didn't help either). Now I have to take depression meds, and see a psychologist, but I feel alot better than I did if I had kept it all to myself.

I really do hope that you can feel better, and I know that it's easier said than done. You can always call me to talk if you need it. 3nodding

Hey Thomas I'm sorry that people felt a need to make fun of you but the sad part is that's kinda just how people are. My little sister was made fun of for having spots on her skin ( its a kind of pigment but now they're starting to go away) well anyways she would be made fun of because of it and there was nothing she could do about it since she got them soon after being born. She didn't tell anyone, and we found out from a friend of hers.. or maybe it was a teacher but I know it bothered her and it didn't help keeping it all to her self she just leared to hate the pigmentation.

If you ever want to talk then you can just call me or tell me in person I don't mind. Sometimes it helps to get things off your chest. Thats sweet that you care for us because I think I speek for everyone when I say we care for you too. blaugh

I know what you mean.. ^^; In 6th, 7th and a bit in 8th grade I would get kicked, hit, and called names by two guys I though were my friends. So I got sick of it, and you know what? I left their arses and went and found new friends. I refused to be treated like that, and I still do today. Even though mow my self confidence level has caused me to sound egotistical and vain, I dont really care anymore. F em all. Cept my friendlies. heart heart heart ILU Guys. And Thomas, the kids that laugh usually just do it because on the inside their as empty as a back of chips in a fat camp. 4laugh so feel better.

sarah

Em well like everyone here I have a story to tell of how I am just like you! Even though it may not seem it there was a time where I was sad a lot, I just didn't tell anyone. It was because I was homeschooled I'll my life (ahhh the good days of eazy A's) until my parnets told me that I had to got to "real" school in 8th grade. I felt like just an outsider even though I made friends the second day. People would tease me because of the lack of skills I had in P.E. sad . I made friends with a girl named Serena in my tech class and I thought she was my bestest friend then Nichloe came around, she didn't have a parnter and wanted mine. Of course I said "no" so everyday she would ridicule me for wearing glasses (even though they were super 1337) one day I just told her to stop really loud and then everyone in the room laughed and me and I felt like and idiot. So Then I told the teacher because she threatened to kill me. She was all like "oh well I was just joking" yeah right. Turns out the two of them were planning all of this all along some "bestest friend" huh? Anyhoo in 9th grade there was a boy named Cory that said some really filthy things to me and got his goons to help so I told the teacher again because I didn't know what else to do. I lived my 8th, 9t and a little of 10th grade in sadness hidden from my friends I made myself sick was constatly vomiting from stess (I'm not gonna say what else came out) So I learned that is you don't relax and cheer up life gets sickening really! I support you Mummbly man! xd

Are you calling me dumb? hmm.. nevermind...
Well, sir, I too have a story to tell about my troubled past and children making fun of me.
When I was just going into public school (6th grade) I went in wanting to do my best and succeed. In other words I was a nerd. I had no friends. I thought I had one friend but once he moved I realized that everything he said to me was a lie, and he stole stuff from me.
I was depressed when I went into 7th grade. Depressed because now I had no friends. Eventually, I found someone to be my friend. He beat me often, but at least it was someone. It was then that I found I was a mazochist. I was then looking forward to the pain. The kids in school made fun of me by acting like I was a homosexual, and I played the part for them.
Eighth grade was like seventh except I left my old friends to get some new ones. I was still acused of being gay but I was more rejectant of it then. I became a homophobe just to try to prove them wrong. I didn't really work but it was a nice try..
I also was never very good at sports and they used to make fun of my effort, then in sophmore PE I finally got fed up of it and dicided that if they wern't going to let me try without hateful words, Then I wasn't going to try at all. I got some non-participation points, but it wasn't that bad. I hate every single person in my PE class(Except for my friend, Kris).