When I got to school. I tried to be happy. My told me to keep smiling. Everything was going fine until a teacher called me out of class. She asked me if I was having sex or if I was getting fingered in the movies. I was shattered hearing all of this. I said no and went back to class. I quickly packed my stuff and jumped over the fence and went home. My friend asked me on Skype later that day what was wrong. I simply replied I have depression and I hate myself. She didn’t believe me and yet hung up on me. That whole week was going bad. There was even a YouTube video of me. I was being called all these names and saying I have no feelings for others. It said I was a bully and all I talk about is myself. I have a bad habit of talking about myself. If the convocation isn’t interesting or if there is nothing to say, I will talk about myself for hours and hours. I had a boyfriend at this time. I thought I should tell him. When I went to tell him he blocked me and never spoke to me again. My best friend was with me the whole time. He watched me cry and when I saw him he hugged me and did his best to help me. He was the only person I had and the problem was he wasn’t with me at school to help me. News of my new friend had spread all over the school. People thought I was using him for sex and I was getting paid to do it. I haven’t even had sex before. It was so annoying how people thought I have. I just wanted it all to stop. I wanted my child hood back. People didn't relies how much this was hurting me. I went on my Ask.fm account. I found dozens of hate messages on my wall. One said, “go kill yourself Victoria.” I didn’t know what to do but I kept reading the messages because I wanted to know what people thought of me. People called me fat and that's when I started starving myself.
