I’m not famous, but am attractive and successful. And my bullying between fifth and ninth grade was so bad I got hit in the head hard enough with a tree branch one time I had trouble walking for days afterward. I have scars inside my cheeks from being punched in the face a lot. And my nose is busted up. Battle scars.

But it did get better. Those were bad years, though. For a while I had basically no friends and was a complete misfit. This is what happens when you’re poor, smart, and raised by wolves in a rural area. But I’m doing great now. However, I wouldn’t wish on anyone what happened to me. If it weren’t for books and music, I’m not sure I would’ve made it. In fact I know I would not have.