So Basically..

Years ago, in primary school, there was this one guy who hated me. See, i'm transgender. This B**ch was HORRID about it, making fun of me whenever he got the chance. He would bully me, assault me, stal my stuff, tease me about my autism, threatening me...

and then he saw the scars.

our uniforms were short sleeved. one fateful day, when he was doing his daily tromenting session and invading my personal space like Germany to Austria, he saw them. the thin and deep scars that went from my wrist joints up to my sholuders. and do you know what he did?

He laughed.

He laughed at my suffeting.

my pain.

my addiction.

so i punched him.

i broke his nose (ten years later, it's still crooked.)

so...

AMITA for breaking when i could no longer bear the weight of his torment?