I’ve been the subject of fun when I was really young and I was really an onion-skinned crybaby back then. I cry every time I’m bullied. Eventually, I have learned to fight back – even at the cost of being treated as the bad guy. There was no one to defend me so I fought back. I stopped crying and I learned to throw back at them what they threw at me. It is mostly an exchange of words or insults. I know that it isn’t the right way to correct those bullies but not even the school authorities can defend me or back me up with stopping those school bullies. After I learned to fight back, the number of people who poked fun at me diminished greatly. I thought I’ve escaped them at school after graduating. I guess I’m wrong. Even now, at work, there are still those bullies in different forms. And right now, I am so tired of fighting back, I just want to cry.