Hi. My name is Jenna, and I've been bullied a lot. In sixth grade, my first year of middle school, I had a crush. My very first crush, to be exact. He was in my math and art class. On the last day of art, (note: I was already insecure about my weight) he called me fat. My crush called me fat, in front of my best friend. Now, that Summer I had a fight with my best friend who said I was an uptight bitch. Yep, still insecure. I started cutting. Wrists, thighs, legs. All are now covered with scars. Around a week later, I had a fight with my other best friend. She texted me this, knowing that by this time, I had (and still have) anorexia: Kill yourself, fat bitch. Ha! I pretty much cut eating off of my diet. I got sick whenever I ate anything, but slowly worked some food back into my system. Note that I say slowly. There's plenty more that I could say, but I just want everyone to know that it gets better. I promise you that. I don't cut as much anymore, and can eat regularly. I have social awkwardness, level: extreme, but that's about it. I have a boyfriend. Now, he may not be a model, but he's helped me out of my depression. My best friend Rally has sent me suicide videos, trying to convince me. They have. And I thank her every day for it. If you get one thing from this story, let it be that suicide is never the answer. Don't take pills. My cousin is currently in a coma in the hospital. The doctors unplugged her today, and the funeral is tomorrow. This wasn't intentional, but it happened. Always know that somebody's there for you. Never think that there's not. Thanks for listening.
My song that helped me and is helping me is Knife Called Lust by Hollywood Undead.
--Jenna M. (Jennbuscus)
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