What about my life?

Sometimes I really do wonder if people know I am flesh and blood, with emotions and feelings. I mean, all the time, people bring up this one thing which I wish was buried forever. What they either don't know, or don't realise, is that one little thing that started as a joke; that got out of control, affects me more then anything. It just nags at my mind. One maths lesson. My school life made that much more worse. My parents and form tutor say they're just jealous. Whatever they are, the people who started this and the people who joke and remind of this, I don't care for them in my life.
Then the postman today. My parcel was thrown over the fence. For f**ks sake. No-one was in but that's no excuse to throw a cardboard parcel with 2 books and an audio CD in. It rained after that happened. I get home, look at the books:
The pages had gone wavy
The corners were all screwed up
They were damp.

The audiobook is fine if you're wondering.

Then there are certain people online. I have mentioned that I get easily annoyed very often. Yet they still go and annoy me. So I leave, act calm where I am, block them if it's Twitter, then rage inside. Why don't people realise? I am a Dragon only online. I wish I was in real life then I could go and tear them to pieces.

People:

WHAT ABOUT MY LIFE?