Year nine, the worst year I have had to cope with so far. This was when my depression really kicked in. Every day I was told to kill myself and all these obscure rumors were started about me. I was just the new 'bait' as such. I let them get to me and I started self-harming, I started living up to their rumors, that I was an emo slut, that I was just attention seeking, that there was nothing wrong with me, that I deserved to be bullied. An emo is not someone who cuts or dresses in black, it is someone that prefers to hide away, and hide the tears. Someone that just tries to stay strong for those around them. I am one of them, not a hundred percent, but I am in that category. At the beginning, I let people in and boy was that a mistake. I trusted people too easily and then they used it against me. I am the way I am because of how I was treated as soon as I moved here. I am not who I was in Auckland.
