OK, when I was a teen, I was a fat fuck (I'm still a fat fuck, but I am a dangerous one now). Being a teen fat fuck is hard, especially as a male as there are no chubby chasers for us. Anyways, I really had no problems in my all boys school as my classmates got along with me and I have a good sense of humor like us fat fucks usually have.
My problem was I rode the school bus, specifically the school bus of my sister school. See guys are not nearly as cruel to us fat guys as women (mostly because us larger males have the ability to beat the hell out of other "prettier" guys). Women/girls on the other hand know there are no consequences for the cruelty they dish out to us fat fuck guys. So that is where my problems began.
The first day I rode the school bus I met this cunt whore named Becky. A typical all girls school whore red hair, decent body, a year older than me. Becky was a real cunt, as soon as she saw me she laid into me. Making fun of the way I look, making fun of the way I walked, making fun of me being fat in general. This went on for 3 straight years.
The worse part about this was that I was all alone. All the other cunts on the school bus would just laugh as Becky laid into me. The school bus drive, an IRA Mick Cocksucker Immigrant, would join in with Becky and make fun of me. The cocksucking mick even would announce when I got on the bus so Becky would be able to torment me right away.
This shit went on for 3 years straight. As other prettier little faggot boys were getting their first piece of pussy, I was getting laughed at and spit upon by cunts that I just wanted to treat me decently. The shit literally drove me insane and I snapped. See here is the truth about me, something I don't tell anyone, there are two parts of me.
The first part of me is the one the people I care about see (and people who seem to be innocent or stuck in their own struggle see). The caring nice guy. The guy who just wants to help people out and make lives better for people. This is the me that I am, this is the me that would be in 100% control of my life if it were not for these 3 years of hell.
Then there is this dark side. It comes out when I am around pretty little uptight cunt whores, pretty boys, and people who are cruel or sadistic. This side also rules me when I am drunk, taking complete control of me.
The dark side of me is filled with rage and hatred. This side of me wants more than anything to find Becky, now 33 years old, rip her fucking clothes off, rape her and kill her husband/boyfriend if she has one. This side of me wants to find the daughter of the mick cocksucker bus driver and do the same to her. This side of me enjoys to hear when scream and sob and is enraged when women laugh or smile.
Luckily for the greater public, I control this side of me. I never get drunk in public places anymore as it is too dangerous for others. I allow this side to leer, curse, and make people uncomfortable. I do not give it free reign as the nice side of me is the real me and I really don't want to harm people.
But it is here where my lust for rape fantasies formed. The rejection, humiliation, and powerless I have suffered from women has put a dark demon in my soul. This side of me craves to dominate and force itself upon my tormentors, to avenge wrongs that will never be healed. This is the side of me that has kept me alive and going for the past 17 years.
