Get over it

Not really nice, is it? No! It isn't, at all. Yet, that's what we say, every day, not even aware how hurtful we are being. I used to say it to people, all the time...and I bitterly regret it. I wish I could just take it back, like it was never said. Then I would have felt so much better, and I wouldn't hate myself so much. But the thing is, you can't take it back, no matter how sorry you may be. And those people who I've said these things to need to know I'm sorry-even if I can't take it back. Because now I realize how awful I was to them.
 I used to be bullied by some girls in a different town in school. They mocked me every day about the clothes I was wearing, how fat I was, how I talked, even how I walked. One day, one of the mean girls who always teased me, came up next to me, and hit me. When I said "OW!" The girl kicked me harder and walked away cursing. From that day on, I realized I had to stand up for myself, because it certainly seemed like no one else would. When recess came, I positioned myself behind a particularly bushy bush. I was always smart to wear a jacket, and bring a fleece to sit on. I also brought a book with me outside every day, to get my mind off the mean girls. But that wasn't always easy, because every day the head mean girl and her posse went searching for me on the playground where the bush I sat in to hide myself was. Needless to say, I needed to find another hiding place-one where I knew they couldn't find me. But I tried absolutely everywhere:under and in the slide, on top of the tunnel on the playground (this would have been very clever, because under the tunnel it was very muddy, which meant that the mean girls would have to risk getting their clothes caked with mud-except for the fact that the girls didn't seem to care about their clothes...no, they definitely just wanted to bully and embarrass me. But I just kept persevering-until I couldn't hold it in anymore. During a specially long recess, the girls were being really mean. So then the rest just came flooding out. "You know what, guys? GET A LIFE! All you guys care about is torturing kids til' they cry- do you even know how totally mean that is? And if you think anyone wants to be your friend, just forget it. People see how mean you are-even the teachers are noticing! Do you want your reputation to just label you as 'a bullier?' If you think that would be cool, then just know that that will follow you around forever. Good luck with that!" They all stared viciously at me, until I said "Just get over yourself!" I stalked away, fuming.
 But from then on, I realized that no matter how mean they were, I shouldn't have done it that way-I probably should just have talked to my parents about it. But the time had passed. I had made a mistake, and it was all over and done with. But now I don't say stuff like that-I'm a much nicer person, and I really believe in myself now. And I am very strong. I don't let people push me around like that anymore. Nor will I ever.