Life is easy? I guess so. This is my story. You may know me as @Stormcloakforever . This story is, still happening. It all started in third grade... When I was diagnosed with OCD and general anxiety. I was a timid girl, always with a book in hand, and earbuds in. I was social sometimes, but that was rare. I had two friends in my grade, and I was, and still am a feisty girl. Friend1 (Giving her fake name, F1) invited me to join this...club of some sort. If I knew better, I'd say no. But that's not the point. Let's skip forward, to last year.
I was smart, perky, tomboyish and didn't give a flying fuck about what others thought of me. Nontheless, I was called the following:
"Slut"
"Asshole"
"Lesbian"
"Shit face."
"Worthless."
I didn't care all that much, but other parts of me, the old me, cried every night. I did have a few friends, who helped me up. I loved reading to, but apparently, that's a sin. I was constantly called names, like "Wikipedia" but I suck it up. It doesn't matter. My fiest helped me up that year, along with my friends.
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BULLIED
Non-FictionBullying is a very serious issue that effects the lives of many. I hope that by many of us sharing our personal stories, it will not only help victims realize that they are not alone, but also help bullies realize how strongly their actions and word...