I was picked on a lot in school, not really bullied as in like beat up or anything, but just made fun of.. It was more confusing to me than anything else. I couldn't understand why people didn't want to be nice.. I still don't get it.
I do though think that there's a difference between being picked on for how you are and being picked on because of how you choose to be. I know that when people called me names in grade school it made me sad and almost ashamed to be me, but whenever I got into highschool and I got into the punk rock thing, when people would make fun of my choice of lifestyle I would be MAD
So basically I was a lot more depressed getting picked on about stuff that I did not have a choice about, but I would defend my choices to the end. If someone would come up to me and say "You are ugly," I might go home and cry. If someone came up to me and said "Your music sucks," I might have punched them in the face. Of course not now, but at that age people don't think as clearly as when they are older.. One day over the summer I found my diary from maybe 4th grade and it was all about how I feel so alone and everyone hates me, etc, and I cried my eyes out reading it because sometimes you just forget about how bad it was. I am SO glad it's over.