Most high school kids do and say things like, "I love you," "call me," "lets go to the game," or "my bad, I should have pulled out."
But for me? No one knew me as Tyler, the shy kid who cried himself to sleep at night, thinking of ways to commit suicide because earlier that day a bra was thrown at him that read, "for your man-boobs you fucking fat piece of shit."
Instead, my entire school only knew me by one name, and that name was, well, Fat Ass.
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