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My name's Hannah and I'm a fifteen year old girl living in Mississippi. I'm nothing special or anything. I'm quite average and a little boring.

I guess the bullying started when I realized I was not like the other kids. I couldn't communicate rights and that got me really frustrated. The kids would whisper about me and not play with me.

When I was about seven I was diagnosed with Aspergers which is a social autism. Now knowing what was stopping me from making friends, I started trying to work my way around it.

I went to social therapy for about two years which helped with communication issues but the same people from when i was younger were still all in my classes. They didn't care about the new me. They only cared about the socially awkward little kid they used to know.

I've been taken out of school three times. Twice for bullies and once for depression and suicidal thoughts. But the bullies find a way to make fun of me still to this day.

I've been locked in a locker, sat on, called names, and even had a teacher physically and mentally bully me and get away with it. But I've realized I'm not responsible for what they do. There's a reason they do what they do.

I don't hate the people that bully me. I probably should but i don't. I feel sorry for them. Even after making me feel like killing myself was the only option, I still care for them.

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