A last goodbye: my story of depression

The Rumor

Well, I guess I'll start by telling you a little bit about how this started. When I was younger, I moved to a new school. I was the new kid, the victim. I was constantly picked on, called gay, etc. I hated it, and after many years of hearing that whispered while I walked down hallways, it just broke me. More than 2/3 of these people have never even taken the time to get to know me, let alone talk to me. It made me so sad that these people could just say that without getting to know the person. That's when my 1st depression episode came. I was a mess, constantly crying, and being only in 7th grade, I didn't know it was depression. I didn't know what suicide even was, let alone cutting. So my 7th grade year was just a very emotional year, and then the rumor started.

Some ass decided that it'd be funny to shout in the hallways that I wanted to date this guy. I had never said that, and so then the rumor began. "He's gay, better not talk to him" "I know he's gay, look at his shirt, it just screams gay". I never told anyone about hearing that, I just bottled it up, which was a stupid plan on my part. I didn't know it'd come back to me the next year, about a month right after I recovered. That's another story for another time, but I will tell it. That rumor destroyed me internally, and ruined my reputation. I wish that boy would've just kept his mouth shut and never even said that in the first place. He probably doesn't even know I'm writing this right now, let alone he even remembers me