Umm... I guess you could say that. I had the shit kicked out of me every day, I had only one friend who was forced to ignore me or get the shit kicked out of me (untill grade 6 in which I was forced to go to a new school, in which case I made a few friends). Now that I'm in high school again (going into grade 10) I'm back with all of the same kids and they make my life a living hell.
To top this all off I have my father who things no matter what I do I'm a fuck up, a mother who's given up, and friends who have all predicted that in 10 years they're going to see me on the streets as a heroin addict... I have no luck what-so-ever in getting any sort of relationship, and I'm supposedly "clinicaly depressed"... so realy, things are just joyus.
But realy, things are alot worse for other people, so I might as well consider myself lucky to even be alive and consuming food on a regular basis.