On Being Bullied

Kris Caballero • Jun 17, 2024 • 0 comments • Posts

Being bullied doesn't mean you're worthless. You were born here for a reason, wouldn't it be a treat to find and know why that is and what you're capable of? Once you realize that, nothing, and no one, can ever stand in your way. (We can go deeper and say it's likely due to a past life experience but that's a whole other topic. The important thing is you're here and living.) After watching one of my favorite YouTubers Erik The Electric, who on a recent video confessed he struggled with bullying at an early age, that was the reason I felt compelled to publish a blog post about it. How do I know all about this subject? I, too, was a victim of bullying...three times. It wasn't easy and explains my introverted nature, but I'm still here and if I'm able to 'survive and thrive,' so can you! Although I do understand that it's not a cake-walk, and for that, I will talk about all that's happened to me, the names of those who picked on me, what went through my mind and how I felt. Oh, and yes, this included teachers as well.



Elementary School: A Prison Cell for Children

When I was a child, I was confused why my parents required me to go to school. I didn't know how to make friends, what a friend meant nor what to do. I also remember how nervous I was because so many of these other kids, whom I learned that time were called "classmates," all kept staring at me. No one knew how to say 'hello' nor do these kids know how to introduce themselves in the least; They all kept looking at me. For the first several months, I spent a lot of time alone. In fact, during lunch time, my teacher allowed me to stay alone in the classroom because I was too nervous to be with other kids. However, this time spent alone allowed me to discover a skill early on: thinking.

I was never a philosophy major, but I loved the subject. I'd watch cars drive by, cars being parked and cars igniting. I'd analyze and think to myself, "A car can run when someone is inside. Why is that?" We all know why, but this was the earliest sense of detail I sought and was able to make out with that time watching cars and people walking by, instead of being on the playground playing with a bunch of classmates who didn't care about the "new kid." Because this went on for months, and the teachers not caring about my well-being as long as I didn't get into trouble, I began questioning my life and being in school. I felt like I wanted to leave and never come back, but doing so would put me in danger and in serious trouble with the school faculty. When I'd be "forced" to sit where I felt safe, I concluded to myself: Grade school is a child's first-hand experience in prison. It does come off that way, right? You get your [class] picture taken, you're in there with other "inmates" and the faculty are staff members working alongside the warden who governs the place. As for my academics, I didn't care either because the first thing on my mind was to leave; I failed so many tests that, again, I didn't care because I felt so uncomfortable. Eventually, the "nerdy" folks were ones who'd chat with me about whatever was on their minds, until the ice finally began to break with some classmates. As I slowly became comfortable, I ended up in someone's radar—like a predator about to hunt their prey.

Bully #1: Chris F. - The Epitome of Today's Internet Pranksters

As things got comfortable for me, there was a point when our class, and the upper classmen, were assigned an area on campus where we both shared the space during lunchtime. Besides playing another lousy game of ball, there came a time when our classmates and the upper classmen had a "break dancing contest" as an ice breaker that allowed either one of us to compete with one another. Due to that happening, both our class and some of the upper-class students used the time to try and get to know us better. One dark-skinned kid, with a chunky body and delicate 'asian' hair, named Chris F., saw me and began questioning why my hair is long. He kept telling me how I needed to cut my hair "because I looked like a girl." My hair that time wasn't as long as a rock star, but not too short either; Just adequate enough for my face, yet I never knew why my hair bothered him (him and his buddies had hair so short, their faces look like pineapples—something I don't want to look like). Unfortunately, this went on from the sixth grade to seventh until he finally graduated from the eighth grade, so his banter toward me went on for a while. Even in days when I got a haircut, this Chris guy still had the audacity to tell me my hair was still long as he'd turn around and laugh with his "buddies." Whenever that would happen, none of my classmates stood up for me though if I did so, Chris and his posse would beat me up. Okay...for what? Just for being and looking like myself? There was a point when I grew tired of Chris' bullshit and told him off anyway. He then goes into "friend" mode and says that he was kidding the whole time...but still asked why my hair has to be long. Chris still picked on me for it, and though there were times I stood up for myself, there were days he'd try to threaten me. Again, I failed to understand why as walking into the classroom was my safe zone. Even one of my classmates asked why Chris was picking on me as I never knew the answer why (however, one classmate made me feel a little better calling Chris a "fatass").

Chris: Does it matter why my hair is long or not? Are you a disgruntled barber? Isn't your change from bully to "friend" the usual cop-out to mask off the motive(s) people like you have? Chris, you're the perfect example of someone who doesn't take responsibility for their actions, blaming someone else and/or something else. Even today, people still have a problem with others being themselves. You can't preach about allowing others to speak and express themeselves if you end up not liking who they are and what they're about. Hold that thought because it will get a little juicy.

Besides the bullying, one thing I will never forgive Chris for was he spiked my sister's water bottle (yes, I'm serious). My sister had no clue and thankfully she never drank the bottle as I threw the bottle away. Had she done so, she would've been in critical condition as I would have reported Chris to authorities for attempted homicide. Okay, so you have no problem being a potential criminal, do you Chris? Are you that miserable?

ADVICE: Keep your belongings away from bullies. If being yourself angers others, stay that way. Better to be yourself than being fake.

Bully #2: Erik P. - The Drug Addict Who Serves No Meaningful Purpose in Society

(To avoid confusion with the "Erik the Electric," who's the best Erik I know and enjoy watching, let's call this bully #2 "Crackpot.")

My high school sophomore year was the biggest blur in my life, aside from the 2020-2021 global lockdowns. In other words, I don't remember how I was able to get through that year because the friends, whom I thought were friends, turned what looked like a joke into a great idea to humiliate me.

I've always been a fan of the show Whose Line Is It Anyway?, and was done watching a new episode where Brad Sherwood played "Captain Slappy" on a game they played called "Superheroes." It was a great episode and had a great laugh as always. As I attended school as normal, I made that similar joke and got a few laughs myself. 'Crackpot' gave me a more spastic laugh, given that he'd never listen to anything I had to say most of the time (an attitude he showed among a few other classmates). Being that I was the "better" target compared to the others he picked on, once he witnessed my joke I reenacted from Whose Line, he used that joke as a weapon. "Kris, try slapping yourself [again]...OR ELSE I WILL," he said. I didn't want to since I was in no mood to, but he ended up slapping me anyway...hard. The pain was so great, I had a minor bruise around my cheek bones the next day; It felt sore. I couldn't tell him to stop slapping me on the face since his group of friends, whom I hung out with, realized it was a great opportunity to turn against me given that I was never the type to complain. The slapping was so frequent, I felt my cheeks adapting and getting used to the 'stings' I felt. Not a soul in my class nor anyone among the faculty ever attended to my suffering, as I barely said a word as the days went by. Everytime I'd go to school, in correlation with school being a prison, I felt I was going to a concentration camp—go to school to be beaten and humiliated as 'Crackpot's' buddies had a great laugh. Only difference is this wasn't an operative carried out the name of ethnic cleansing, genocide, forced disappearance...you know what I'm talking about. Looking back, I realized this was how it felt being a victim of a crime against humanity and want to take the time to send my hearts to all those who were victims of it. Anyway, there was one day, when school was dismissed that 'Crackpot' smacked my face hard as usual, but little did I know that he slapped me in front of Ashley—a girl from the varsity volleyball team whom I had a biggest crush on back then. When I saw that unfold, I had no ego or any self-worth left; I wanted to leave not only school but...planet Earth. If my self-worth represented the stock market, it'd be the biggest nose dive in economic history and no one would be able to live. Was it my fault for acting a joke out I saw on TV? Granted, 'Crackpot' victimized other folks in our class just as bad, so it's not like he had anything better to do. It wasn't until later that I learned of 'Crackpot's' drug addiction which explained his aggressive behavior. I also remember when I'd walk by him, he'd show up at school smelling like a pharmacy. He was living with his grandparents who likely never disciplined his behavior. All in all, 'Crackpot' never had a set goal in life, and was only known to use and abuse drugs every which way. Wow, 'Crackpot,' what a great career path!

(Although he was part of 'Crackpot's' posse, another "semi-bully" was a classmate named Jeff C. He would never stop asking me for money so he could buy lunch. This went on every single day, to the point where I'd go through a whole school day not able to eat anything. This is why I suffered minor ulcers and stomach aches, but I knew that if I refused to give Jeff my allowance, he'd get 'Crackpot' and his buddy Rocco F. to beat me up. How much money did I give him? I'd get $5 allowance from my parents at least once a day, and all that was gone in an instant. My school day started at 7:30AM, school is out by 2:30PM, and being that my parents worked in another city, they wouldn't pick me up to go home until 6PM. That's how long I went without food, thanks to Jeff's robbing me of my lunch money. Hey Jeff, I hope that helped pay for your college tuition!)

'Crackpot' didn't attend junior year with us which was why it was a year that was more enjoyable for me, but he returned for our senior year. He and I knew, and kept our distance the entire time. Even to this day, there was never an instance when I'd be interested in spending one second with him. He knew what he did to me, and because he isn't an avid reader, he wouldn't even care about what I said about him here (do drug addicts know how to read?). 'Crackpot' is another example of someone who serves no kind of good to society, and his abuse of drugs is enough to get him in trouble with the law and/or cause serious health issues later in life. Either way, this all works itself out.

While 'Crackpot' did graduate with the class, I was glad I didn't and ended up getting my diploma at a much later date due to missing credits (thanks to my 12th grade US Government who had a personal vendetta against me, as I never recall a situation where a teacher hated their own student and mistaking them sleeping in class for having hay fever—see below). I would've requested not graduating with my class anyway, as the graduation took place at Forest Lawn Cemetary. Not a great place to celebrate the next chapter of life in an area where it all ends, right?

Like the situation I dealt with Chris in elementary school, this school, once again, which ended up shutting down in 2018, did a poor job attending to my ailments. To say that they gave no attention to it nor cared for it would be an unfortunate understatement. I went through a lot of pain but I pulled through, even having to skip classes because of it. Like Chris, 'Crackpot' was a miserable, unhappy kid and he knew it. Not very many people liked him anyway, so that says enough.

ADVICE: With bullying being at the forefront, do not hesitate to report and ask for help, if things gets serious. If it's affecting your health and your life in any way shape or form, take action. Do not mind what the bullies do in retaliation, your life is more important. The bullies will get theirs, it's only a matter of time.

Bully #3: Mike D. - The Anti-Friend

Senior year in high school was great despite keeping distant from 'Crackpot' and was introduced to a guy named Mike. We grew to become really good friends even after high school and hung out a lot. However, there were situations Mike was involved in, making excuses that never added up and he'd lay his drama/burden onto someone else to deal with—me, mostly. Despite that, I still stuck with him anyway.

In 2007, his cowardly attitude eventually got on my nerves so much, I exploded in frustration. He had this uncanny habit of bothering his ex-girlfriend, soliciting her for sex only to blame her for not consenting. Mike also went ahead and published a blog post on Xanga for the internet world sharing full details that he and his ex-girlfriend did during their time together (yes, including the attempted "dirty" moments). I remember asking Mike why that was even necessary, as he kept putting the blame on his ex accusing her that she triggered him to do such thing. It was time I called him out on his cowardly behavior, and did just that meeting up with him after my classes one day. I told him straight up to take responsibility and to stop aggravating others even if you don't end up getting what you want. If he couldn't accept the consequences of his actions, he ought to think why he's doing it in the first place (I eventually knew that he was someone who was sexually frustrated and wanted to "get some," though this very well could've put him at risk of being a sex offender).

The moment I told him off with the truth, it became the perfect opportunity to turn tides and slander me. On social media, Mike would indirectly talk about how I'm lazy, how my aspirations in video production were brim with projects that suck, why my long hair makes me ugly and so forth. He consistently kept this up for so many years, I began to make near-accurate predictions on what he's to say about me. I grew used to his slander that I laugh about it because the real him showed. In times I'd offer him advice and help, he would do the opposite. The result? Many lost connections with friends and classmates of his, frequent denial of his wrong-doings, failure to accept truth and reality and listing me as his personal scapegoat. The pandemic? Recession? A friend dying? Poor job market? Lost friendships? Mike would often put the blame on me. I think you can see what kind of person he is already. He has already spread false rumors about me, what I do and cannot do for the life of me and everything else, as he ensures that no one ever talk nor chat with me because of it.

Not only my self-pity, but I felt bad about the girls he got with. Given that this all happened about a decade before the "#MeToo" era took hold, he ought to be very lucky that the women he "tried" with haven't opened up to speak about what he did to them and the things he did to shame them for it. After all, what goes around comes around.

ADVICE: Never stick with a "friend" who's sexually frustrated nor who's an absolute coward. These people want to reap the rewards and benefits for themselves, as their lives lack attention, love and appreciation. Due to this, their behaviors could lead them to trouble among peers and the law, and you don't want to be involved in that.

Fellow students and friends? In fact, I felt some humiliation from teachers themselves. May this be a great starting point into knowing that teachers are not exempt from slandering their own students, directly nor indirectly.

Teachers Who Were Bullies #1: Sixth Grade teacher Ms. Ferrer

You remembered me mentioning the "semi-bully" Jeff who would take my lunch money everyday and how it led to my stomach problems? Those stomach problems were nothing new, as that actually began back in the sixth grade featuring a teacher who I was hesitant to have—a Filipino woman who was quietly known on campus to be the most strict teacher out of everyone. In fact, she was the only teacher who made every one of us cry in shame and humiliation (yes, me included). Her excuse was she really wanted us to learn from what she's teaching, however, in contrast to customer service, it helps to explain and teach in a way that's engaging, fun and easy to understand. I have never had a teacher who's job is to slander and shame—both are different from "disciplining." Another reason is likely because she never got to settle down and marry, but regardless, that's no reason to take your disappointing life status out on your students, is it?

At one time, Ms. Ferrer was so disgusted by my book review assignment that she crumpled the paper and threw it across the room, not even reading nor grading it. She pointed at me angrily and said she wanted to talk to my mom, but never did nor scheduled a time for it. (In addition, a former classmate, back in 2022, unveiled to me that him and his parents filed a complaint against Ms. Ferrer back then for bombarding us with so much homework. It was a grocery list of homework that we all knew it was impossible to finish everything the next day.) Fair to say, like my sophomore year in high school, I don't remember learning a thing in sixth grade because of how intimidated I felt going to school; I could barely eat that time. My sixth grade teacher's constant yelling and crude demeanor left me with stomach discomfort the entire time; It was a class I never felt happy being in. And experiencing moments when she would get straight into my face and yell at me for not knowing an answer was truly frightening for me. The fact that Ms. Ferrer would get all up in my face and yell at me was the most discouraging thing to ever do to a student. If you're wondering why I do book reviews on this website, it's because I feel like I can read what I want and learn what I want without a teacher going up to my face and yelling at me in front of the whole class, just because I couldn't answer a question. I'll never forget when she threw my book review assignment away in front of the whole class, as reviewing books became the main reason why this website is still running. I made it a personal goal to know, study and understand many things that my teacher(s) couldn't teach nor did a poor job teaching me about, and that you can see being shown and done on this very website.

If you ever want your students to learn, treating them accordingly helps. I understand yelling to kept them in line and disciplined, but being that this woman didn't do a great job explaining herself, it was awful. Fair to say, this greatly affected my health and have briefly made mention about it with my therapist: Ms. Ferrer was an awful teacher. (When my sister had her as a teacher, she suffered through the same ordeal, witnessing her own classmates cry and being humiliated for it.)

At the end of the day, the school principle, let alone the school district, never knew of Ms. Ferrer's humiliating style of teaching and was able to "comfortably" retire. Thanks for the stomach aches, ulcers and destroying my mental processes, Ms. Ferrer. All this while being picked on by Chris certainly made school a great place for me to be in and remember for the rest of my life.

Teachers Who Were Bullies #2: Twelfth Grade US Government teacher Mr. Bergen

Another teacher who came off as a bit of a bully was US Government teacher Mr. Bergen who was also director of the school's talent show. His vendetta against me started when I wasn't keen enough to be in the 2004 Talent Show; I performed a poorly-done but funny bit from Michael Jackson. Because Michael Jackson was in the news that time, and because his dance moves were too risque for me to perform, the teacher rejected my audition. I went to the principle to complain about it, only to see that the teacher didn't take it well. From then on, he'd make subtle jabs at me saying things like "Oh yeah, it's almost Christmas. I hate Chris. Anything with 'Chris,' I hate!" Phonetically, he was talking about me given he'd say such thing when I'm in the same room as he. Oh, but it gets worse.

I showed up in his class with puffy eyes. When class was in session, he called me out telling me to stop sleeping and stay awake. I couldn't say anything because I could barely speak. Why? I had hay fever, and kept sneezing like crazy. I didn't have any medicine handy, just a handkerchief, but the teacher yelled at me for sleeping in his class. On parent-teacher night, he said to my parents that I was sleeping in his class saying, "he's stupid as he shouldn't be doing that!" When my parents drove home, I remember my dad saying to me not to worry if I failed his class and to make it up later; My mom disliked what Mr. Bergen said so much she said he will suffer for the rest of his life. During the whole semester, not once did the teacher offer tutoring, help or anything, leaving me in the dust. He never looked nor paid any attention to me for the rest of the school year after that talent show fiasco. Even when I came back for my sister's graduation, he never said hello to me or anything. I'm sure to this day, he still hates my guts, possibly reading this blog post denying all I've said about him.

If you or anyone you know works for a school district, tell me something: When is it appropriate for a teacher to call his student "stupid" in front of their parents? I think it's high-time some teachers get watched, and while it's normal for students not to like a teacher, it's odd when a teacher dislikes their student over some misunderstanding. For what, complaining why I wasn't chosen to perform at the talent show? Or was it because the teacher never liked the principal? Talk about "unsolved mysteries." Anyway, as I said, the high school is long gone as it shuttered its doors in 2018 due to poor student enrollment. I remember stopping by that old high school of mine to request copies of my transcript, when a student there told me how things were. He told me that the school was so strict, he couldn't bare being there anymore—another reason for its doors closing. Do you understand why now?

What I Learned from All This

One word: Insecurity.

It is my personal belief that insecurity is the real pandemic, even before the lockdowns of 2020. So many miserable and awful people taking their unhappiness and anger toward someone else who have nothing to do with their issues. Sadly, this is common among both kids and adults. The worst is these unhappy people never take responsibilities for their actions; They always blame someone else to avoid being yelled at, shamed, criticized and mocked. That's funny: So it's okay for them to shame and humiliate others, but when they're cornered and confronted, they cry wolf that they themselves are the ones being bullied. Nowadays, insecure people have gotten better at blaming others but have shown no improvements toward their self-hatred. They will never realize that their lack of love, learning and living with their imperfections is a life lesson but they want the whole "nine yards." For that, their parent(s)/guardian(s) are to blame, but just because they live(d) in a hostile household doesn't mean their lives don't deserve happiness. There are lessons to be learned, but people like the ones I mentioned above are examples of those who don't take the time to learn. Last time I mentioned this to a former classmate, his reason was, "well Kris, we were kids that's why." I disagree, and my reason is age has nothing to do with it. Just because you're young doesn't give you an excuse to be a bad person nor does it give you an excuse not to think. There's are reasons elementary schools in a country like Japan teach children about manners and behavior at a young age, and even though this is America, it's no excuse why we can't do the same and teach kids the same thing. Everyone's life paths are different and our lessons are unique, but when someone is insecure, everyone sees it. For that, insecurity isn't an issue that others can really solve as it's something only the individual knows. Some people are insecure for selfish reasons like not being the center of attention; Some are insecure for ridiculous reasons like why another girl has a better-looking body than they do; And some are insecure because they're not getting what they want in life. While therapy can be of help, depending on their behaviors, insecure people are to be watched and surveilled at all times. Whether it's bullying or doing something illegal, these people do not have a care in the world and don't mind breaking the law, thus action must be taken immediately before their antics get out of hand.

My Suggestions and Advice to Those Victims of Bullying

For the record, I don't do nor practice any voodoo whatsoever; I don't do any evil nor Satanic rituals wishing ill-will on those who did me wrong; I don't even plan to venture into politics nor becoming some kind of ruler to make others perish at my expense. I want to break the cycle and do good.

If you were a victim of bullying, stay strong. Other people's misery isn't your fault nor is it your responsibility. You have better things to do, and if that involves, say, watching anime, do so! Who cares what others think, when the anime community is rife with passionate and kind people—people you ought to surround yourself with. Never worry about those who are miserable, as their lives have given them so many signs and chances, yet they refuse to see and learn from it. Again, that's not your problem. If you know how to breathe, you know how to live—so live! What if the things you do, someone else doesn't find cool? It doesn't matter, as you found what you enjoy while the insecure people have a mind and heart so hollow, they envy others then take their jealousy and anger out on them. I'll say it again: You are NOT responsible for their unhappiness! You do what you do, and you be who you are; Let the others slander you as much as they want as long as they don't lay a hand on you. Doing this will show the real them, as you're indirectly telling them how they come off to you and to others. If they lay a hand on you, or they do something illegal, don't be afraid to report it. The authorities have strong, and very militant style of training so they will handle the situation ensuring safety for you and everyone else (a BIG thank you to those in law enforcement).

If you feel like you don't have anyone to talk to, contact me. I will listen to what you have to say.

As a bonus, I want to share one of my favorite quotes from my Theology teacher in high school:

"For every person who rejects me, there are many others who are willing to accept me."
— Mr. Colby Boysen, my 12th grade teacher

I can't thank Mr. Boysen enough, though it saddened me that I learned this quote a little too late given all the bullying I suffered through. Anyway, I wanted to share this to all those going through such suffering.

Think about it: If there are others who are willing to accept you for who you are and listening to what you have to say, why not stick with them and forget those who turned you down? I say the same about jobs, and given the job market today, this quote can go the distance. Not only socially but I've also had a rough love life growing up as well, with girls not seeing anything in me at all. The moment I met the love of my life, the girls I used to like wish to build some sort of rapport with me (one was a former crush who encouraged me to relocate and move in the same state as her). You see that? That's the problem with people today: You never know until someone becomes a "somebody," and when they do, these people wish to sweep dust under the rug and try being with them. As for one of my favorite YouTubers "Erik The Electric," the best Erik I've seen on YouTube, I can sort of sense the anguish he went through being an overweight kid to now being a rugged, manly, food-loving content creator. I'm sure he's laughing at those who picked on him and the girls he tried to get with, only to realize that he's one of the most successful YouTubers today. That's what happens when you pick and bully someone: The moment they find the pathway to success, bullies wish they joined in on the success of those they picked on. As a matter of fact, none, yes, seriously, none of the people who bullied me ever found any kind of success, big and small. Their misery has eaten them up every which way, no matter the circumstance(s) they face. None have become business owners, entertainers, scientists, or anybody that helps make the world a better place (if they did, it likely wasn't for very long). Seriously, none. This website has been around, and started, since 2008 and became a place of business in 2012; I've yet to see anyone from those who picked on me, bullied me, rejected me, and slandered me via jealousy, envy, mockery to come forward and tell me what they've done better and longer in comparison to the years I've managed and worked on this website. Granted, it's a humble website and not something in comparison to Google in terms of visitation and traffic, but I know that others I personally knew who have hosted websites stopped maintaining theirs within a three- to a six-year period. For those working to become that "somebody," I know you're not too far from becoming that person you are wanting to be. As long as you stay resilient and kind to yourself, which you are, you'll get to where you need to be; No need to worry about the suffering the bullies are going through because you have a life to live.

May these stories tell you everything I've gone through in my school life, which is why I have a much better time reading books, and learning the things I've always wanted to learn. If the quality of education doesn't speak enough with this blog post, I can't imagine the tough moments these youngsters are going through right now as a result of bullying—cyberbullying, no less. Whatever the case, file a report if things are weird or uncomfortable for you. As for the kind ones helping the students get by in school, don't let them continue suffering if they are being victimized. After all I've talked about, my health has taken a toll and I know deep in my heart that if these bullies were still around, they'd never apologize for their actions. Do NOT allow anyone to go through the same thing I have, as I feel it's time to break the cycle.

Lastly, you don't owe anyone an explanation—none of us do—and you don't need to apologize for who you are. You just be you, live the way you want, and adore the things you enjoy. If other people can't accept that, that's their problem. Those other people ought to look in the mirror before bantering you over nothing. They know they're miserable deep down, and they'll never confess/admit to it (I say the same about bullies I've mentioned here). Bullies have a heart and soul so empty, they think it's the world's fault when it isn't. You're doing fine, and you've made it this far so congratulations! You're doing something bullies can't: Loving yourself and living life.

Also, as a fan myself, subscribe to Erik The Electric's YouTube channel. He's better than ANY Erik I used to know! Anyone who's brave enough to confess in being a victim of bullying are those that we here at KCU Network, and myself, automatically support.

"𝆕 Be yourself, no matter what they say. 𝆕"
— Lyrics from the song "Englishman in New York" by Sting

This is Kris speaking for Food For The Saints.



UPDATE 06-17-2024 at 01:27AM PST: Typos, grammatical errors fixed.
UPDATE 06-17-2024 at 06:12PM PST: More typos edited and fixed.

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