I was waling to the damn cending machine to get a package of overpriced gummies. Thats it. All I wanted was some fricking gummies. But no, I can’t even get some damn gummies without getting harassed.—Motherfuckers.

Jackasses. They were nothing but fucking jackasses. Saying how they wanted to gang rape me. Fucking wrestling each other. One saying how he knew I wanted it. Telling his friend to get on that. —Mother— freaking— fuckers.—

I mean what— the hell.

And I know what you’re going to ask next. What was I wearing? Well, you little shit, I was wearing a hoodie and jeans. Head. To. Toe. —Happy now?—

Damn pieces of dipshit ruined my week. I can’t fucking walk in the halls for all of four minutes of passing time without having a fucking panic attack. As someone who has experienced violence and sexual violence, I couldn’t hadle it. All these emotions I’ve been trying so desparately to shove down for the past ten years just got yanked to the surface by their greedy little claws.

My damn school didn’t even fucking do shit. All they did was give the future rapists a good old fashion talking to. Little pricks.

And I couldn’t even feel my damn emotions without being “defiant”. Fuck that. Defiant is refusing to hand over the smoke bomb you’re about to put in tge microwave. Defiant is NOT having Vocal Cord Dysorder, a disability typically brought on during anxiety attacks that causes the vocal cords to stop working, therefore, I can’t talk. People are so self centered they think that me not talking to them is such a big deal and that I’m doing it specifically to them, to hurt them. Fuck that. Ain’t no fucking half-assed nurse whi hasn’t ever shown up on time that important to me. Like sorry honey, but I don’t give a shit about you. And seriously, my pet had a fucking siezure before school and I still got here on time. Bitch.

I mean let a kid have an anxiety attack. Let me deal with my shit without sounding the alarms for Pete’s sake! I don’t want to spend my lunch period getting chased around by a big ass bitch and administrators. All I wanted to do was feel safe for a few minutes and then go take a shit. Is that too much to ask for!?!

God. I can’t catch a fucking break at this school. If you need to vent about ANYTHING that has happened to yoy at school, go for it. It is off your chest. Comment your troubles and anger. As a disabled, trans teen, I get it. High school is so fucking hard for any “normal” person. Your not alone in this. Even if you haven’t found your ally in person, I’m here. And I’m sure there are tones of other people just like you and me.