I remember we used to live in an upstairs apartment in a horrid, ghetto-like neighborhood. The neighbors hated us. Several times, when I came back to my apartment alone (my brother was not with me), I see the same guy yelling "F*** you" several times at me. I really wanted to punch that guy, but I just swallowed the bitterness and forced myself to walk up towards my apartment. He also told the other neighbors to yell "F*** you" outside of my window, causing a huge commotion because it was so noisy. Then, the neighbors say, "Is she crying?" and when they think I'm crying, they laugh and say things like "haha, you deserve it."
There was no reason for me to be nice to them because they were horrible to me in the first place. They called me "stupid girl", "good girl", they never liked me. I don't like them too, but I also don't want trouble with them until we move out, so I tried to stay away from them.
Anyways, I'm surprised I was able to survive through all this. I felt really suicidal and at the same time, I felt like I want to bury these bullies, alive. Now, I'm really glad I'm out of that horrible situation.