In 7th grade, the bullying didn't get any better. It got worse. I got pushed and shoved. I got laughed at. I was called ugly. I was called a slut. But why? I was still a virgin. 7th grade is when I started cutting myself. Not for attention, may I add. But because, I was punishing myself. I was punishing myself because I felt like being bullied was my fault. Every day, I always thought "it's my fault."
I'd come home crying. My mother would say "it'll be okay. God will fix this." I ran to my room. Where's God huh? Where is He? He's supposed to watch over me and keep me safe. But as far as I seen, He hasn't helped a damn bit. I'd beg, I'd cry for His help. What's wrong with me? What did I do to deserve this?
Then, when I started 8th grade. My whole life changed.
