Tagged as Childhood

Can't sleep. I am thinking of my childhood. About how I was a school bully, and how ridiculously bad tempered I was, how many people I had beaten up. Yes, me, tiny me. I was even more tiny when I was younger. Skinny, short and dark, like a little monkey, someone had said. I guess I was strong because of my bad temper. I would go berserk and become the incredible hulk. » Read more