I wasn't the most popular guy at a point in my life. But I never killed myself and I never sunk into a bottomless pit of depression either. Nor did I ever run and tell someone and ask for the intervention of authrotiy (I prefer to bitch to my peers while getting little done). So for me, I understand that this horrible sh**t happens but there's a part of me that just goes "Inks it, I had to go through this sh**t too and I survived. Deal with it." probably not the kindest attitude and morally probably wrong, but there's the explanation.
This. From 1st to 6th grade, I was bullied and I became depressed. I cried, b*tched, moaned, and got parents involved. That did not change anything. So, I became a hermit. I stuck to my selected group of friends, and that was that. I just entered a new school for 9th grade, and did not know a soul. I picked out the people who I thought I would get along with, and hung out with them. And I slowly expanded my circle of friends using this "strategy". I have never been happier. Im either liked or unknown. And as far as I am concerned, thats how it should be.
