Oh my god. I am so hurt but furious at the same time. Today there happened to be 3 carry-out boys in the store I work at. All three of these boys are still in high school, about the graduate actually. Today I guess they decided it was time to pick on me as much as possible. Not only did they prank call the store SEVEN TIMES but they did it when I was insanely busy with customers. One came to the front shortly after and said that the last call was not them and that the guy complained to the manager about me being rude and hanging up on him. Guess what, I don't give a fuck if I lose my job now, little asshole. I don't care if it was you or not anymore. Then the other guy keeps saying I'm weird. He's keeps saying it over and over and over about everything I do. He even says that I smoke weed and I tell him no. He keeps asking why I am so laid back and such then and I tell him I don't know. You want to know why, asshole? Because years of people tormenting like you did today makes me do this on the outside so you don't see how much you're hurting me. You really want to see me freak out? You should have came home with me tonight because I sure as hell am going to flip out and hurt myself and have a panic attack--because of YOU. The third one just adds to whatever the others say. He continues to agree with them and make small remarks about my stupidity. Yeah, just keep on laughing at me, fucker... I wish I could tell the first one that he looks like a freaking 9 year old boy. I wanted so badly to say something to the affect of his penis is probably the size of a 9 year old's as well so he had no room to talk about perfection. I wish I could tell the second one that he's a fat fuck. He's so fucking desperate for a lay that he begged this big whore to go to prom with him, he paid for everything. In the end she didn't do anything with him--he actually came in the store and tried to buy porn that night and GUESS WHAT I didn't fucking sell to him! The third one is just an overall loser. He doesn't even have the mentality of a high-schooler. He's living back in elementary when everything was funny and cute and stickers were nice. Yeah, he has a box cutter with a sticker of a lady in a bikini in it--it's all he EVER talks about...ooooh we see how desperate he is now! The first one was remarking about my boobs today. He even said something to me today and I shrugged it off but it really bothers me. Don't fucking remark about MY body! I've struggled enough to be okay with this...PLEASE! Their comments have really bothered me today but I don't want to make a big deal out of this at the store so I just had to vent here. I may add later about how I feel because I'm sure I'm going to be pretty depressed when I start calming more from this. It's just, year after year growing up I was the one that everyone chose to pick on. I had to be protected by my mother, who came to the schools several times because people were bullying me waaay too much. I never do anything to these people--why do they HAVE to choose me to get their kicks from?! Please, you three guys, just leave me alone. You didn't live my life, you don't know how much this affects me. I'm tempted to quit now. I don't want to show up tomorrow.