Everyday at lunch he insults me. He doesn't get that his words do effect me. He has made me dread school so much. For five years I have listened to him criticize everything I do. Today he was making fun of my friend for being gay. I yelled at him. I blew up and just let out years of anger. Was that my best move? No. Did it feel good? Yes. Anyways he told me I was me a bitch. I then proceeded to tell him that he was to ignorant to come up with any other words so he had to use profanity(not that he knew what profanity means..). He was appalled. I don't blame him. Then he called me mean. I pretty much gave up at that point. Then someone said..
"She's not mean, she just speaks her mind."
Thank you. That meant a lot to me. I barley know you but, really thank you. Oh and if he ever insults you for being gay again, I will beat him into nothing.