I remember what it's like to be angry and fearful all the time. I remember the consuming hatred. 

To survive, I had to attack. 

If someone messed with me, I had to make him suffer. If I just sat and took it, more vultures would come. So I learned to twist people's balls in public. I learned to take revenge. And besides, I have always been a person who holds grudges. 

So I understand. 

But I guess at some point - when I leave this place - I have to learn to lean back and laugh it off. Learn to let things slide. Not everything can hurt me.