BULLIED

Story 473

Okay I don't even know where to start.... The bulling started way back in Kindergaren, I was about 5 or 4 and I had many "friends". I use to be embarrassed to go to school with shorts or short sleeve shirts because I was really hairy, my mom use to tell me it was normal and that its okay but even as a kid I felt insecure about my body. When I did show up with short sleeves and shorts kids would bully me and tell me that I was hairy and that I needed to go to school with long sleeves. I use to go home crying to my mom but she didn't care she told me just suck it up and stop being a baby so from that day on I never told my mom anything that happened to me in school. I would go to school with long sleeves and long pants in the summer because I felt really really insecure, this went on all the way till 4th grade. At the end of fourth grade I got bad news saying that I was being transferred to a school that just opened right around the corner from my house. I was scared but happy that I wouldn't be bullied anymore, but how wrong was I. Throughout 5th grade at my new school I was still builled about my hairs and kids started builling me about my lips because i have big lips. I use to just get up in class and walk out and just try to calm my self no one really chased after me or asked if I was okay, I did have friends but they weren't my best friends. In 6th grade keep in mind it's still elementary school I met my best friend she was perfect. She had problems at home like me and we had everything in common, we became closer in 7th grade that was in middle school, we had many classes together and it was perfect I wasn't getting builled much and I thought it was all going good, I then realized my best friend cuts and I was mad at her for a while and tried to make her stop (she never did) . In 8th grade the bulling returned but that was the least of my worries, things at home got bad my mom abussed me not physically but mentally, she would call me names and make me feel like shit so I took the anger off at me I started to cut and think about suiside. I dressed all black and people called me Emo, but that's not the worst part. Throughout 8th grade I was still cutting but my best friend was helping me through it, but she changed she just stopped talking to me after school ended, she started hanging around her other best Friend and forgot about me I was devastated, I wanted to cut again and kill my self because with out her I thought my world wasn't complete. Till this day we aren't friends in going to 9th grade and I'm 14 years old.

I just want you guys to know that you don't need people in your life who makes you want to self harm your self. Self harm isn't the answer for anything it just ruins your beautiful skin and leaves behind memories you want to forget.