when I was around 5 or 6, I was bullied. I started crying and I didn't know why, and a girl (not saying her name) would say to me "stop being such a cry-baby and grow up for once! crying for no reason is stupid!" so I would start hitting and punching and slapping myself and shout "there! is that a good enough reason? is pain enough to cry about?" and run away, crying my poor, young heart out. I had no friends at the time, so I would sit alone in a corner wishing I would die. nobody should have to feel like that. Ever. I cried for no reason today and thought back to those days, then I smiled at myself when I remembered when I told my mother, who told the bully's mother, who instead of asking her daughter why, told my mother that I need to "learn to stand up for myself". when my mother told me this, I said "no, she needs to tell her daughter that she needs to learn to be nice!" I later decided to punch the bully in the stomach, and she ran off crying to her mother. I then left and my mother high-fived me for standing up form myself.
I know I have definitely exceeded the 90 word limit, but I don't care. I have a lot to say about bullying, even though I could put it simply with "bullying is wrong", but it isn't simple, so I cannot do that.
I am not nominating anybody, whether I am supposed to or not. I love you all, and if you are bullied, tell someone, please, it helps.
YOU ARE READING
#nomorebullying
Randomhere is the story of when I was bullied, a lot of people may not care, but I know that a few will.