I remember my experience with the "F*** YOU ALL!" feeling. It was a turning point in my life.
When I was about 13/14, I was overweight, due to depression (my parents divorced when I was around 10/11) and I always blamed myself for it... I let
people push me around at school, etc. One day, it was as if I was a new person, I didn't care what people thought or said, whenever somebody tried to
push me around, I pushed 'em back twice has hard. I decided to lose weight, I went running every evening throughout the summer and lost a lot of
weight, which I am still very proud of myself for doing.
After summer, I returned to school for the new academic year, slimmed down, girls and guys coming up to me being friendly... and I told 'em to
"stick it" 'cause they didn't give a damn about me a few months earlier, and man, it felt good.
There'll always be somebody who tries to make you feel uncomfortable for being who you are. I get it everyday for the way I dress, what music I like,
my beliefs etc.... do I care what those sad, pathetic people think? No!
There you go, "The First Half of Teenage Life of Xeroxed88"