I’m just so tired—like, WTF?

 What did I ever do to them? The final year of elementary school was supposed to be perfect, but of course, everything started going wrong within the very first few weeks. Some people in my class decided, out of nowhere, to start tormenting and hitting a friend of mine who’s gay. At first, they were just shoving him or smacking his backside, but it escalated to the point where someone pushed him so hard he fell over. They’d kick him and even threaten to rape him in the locker room. The teachers, naturally, did absolutely nothing—so we had to take matters into our own hands. We recorded what was happening and told the bullies that if they didn’t stop, we’d report them to the educational authorities; we warned them they’d be in serious trouble and wouldn’t get into any high school. It actually worked—they stopped harassing him. Then, I got hit in the stomach with a ball so hard that I ended up with a massive bruise, which meant I couldn’t compete in a running event I’d finally gotten excited about. I nearly went for the guy’s throat. And now—guess what, for f***’s sake?—some people in my class have decided to act like 90s aggagahhah bullies. It’s absolutely disgusting. They spit paper balls at us—like, during math class, I’ll turn around and get hit by one, and my best friend gets hit too. It’s just vile—especially considering they’ve been chewing on the paper first. And it’s not just happening during lessons; it’s happening during breaks, too—even kids a years younger than us are doing it. I just don’t have the strength for this anymore. Nobody respects us in this f***ing school, except for a few teachers and classmates .