daily life: if you can't say anything nice

When I was just a young deity growing up on my home planet of Moanania I had a pretty difficult childhood. To say I was bullied at school is an understatement, certain individuals devoted their every moment to tormenting and to breaking me. Somehow I managed to get through that time without my nose being broken, though they certainly tried their hardest.
People say that such an experience makes you stronger, that if you manage to get through such a difficult childhood you become a better individual for it. To them I say bollocks, such an experience changes you completely, no child goes through that without being severely damaged.
Because you've been subjected to such awful and hurting remarks it's often difficult to know when you say something that is merely an innocent jibe or a deeply hurtful remark.
Because you expect everybody you meet to dislike and hurt you instead you attempt to protect yourself by projecting an impenetrable exterior that actually forces people to dislike you.
Because you've been an outcast you have no idea how to socialise with others.

I often wonder what my life would be like if I hadn't been destroyed by my childhood. What would I be doing? Who would I be with? Where would I be? I can only hope that somewhere in an alternate universe there exists a me that didn't have a childhood like mine and instead became a successful, sociable individual surrounded by people that love him and that I eventually invent a machine that let's me switch places with him.