In elementary school I was a bully. And on numerous accounts I bullied my current boyfriend who is three years older than me. I also bullied a girl who I thought just looked odd. I didn't realize exactly what I was doing and that I was hurting more people than I had intended. I didn't honestly think on it until this past year when I turned 16. I and my boyfriend have known each other, actually known each other, for five years. I didn't realize it was him I bullied back in elementary school until he described an evil little girl who convinced all the other kids that he was weird. I cried when he described the day they beat him up on the playground. I cried for everything I did. The other girl I bullied, she became an outcast. She stopped associating with everyone because she thought no one wanted to be friends with someone like her because of how I treated her in elementary school. I wasn't much better when I reached middle school. In 6th grade I was the person that got my current boyfriend shoved into a gym locker, I was the one that got a girls head slamed into another locker, and I was the one that separated everyone. I can't change what I did back then, how I wish I could, but I can say that I'm sorry for all the lives I ruined. I'm sorry that my fun caused despair. I'm sorry that I thought that was fun. I was a sick and twisted child. I can't express how sorry I am in meer words. I can only rectify my actions by making sure that if it happens again the victim, and even the bully, will have someone to go and talk to. Even the bully has psychological problems. I wasn't a bully until my dad left my mom, it's no excuse but I wanted people to feel as bad as I did. I wanted them to understand my pain. I hated everyone and everything until I really met the boy who's life I ruined and fell in love with him. He made me who I am today and when I realized that it was I who made his life a living hell I cried an earth shattering, heart breaking, cleansing cry. The kind of cry that tugs on your heart and cleanses your soul. I cried for the lives I ruined, for my life that had been wasted, and for the souls and hearts that I damaged in my rampage.