A lot of people in this world get bullied, and they don't know how to deal with it. I use to get bullied a lot. They would say mean things over, and over again. When they called me ugly I would actually go to the mirror, and say that I'm ugly. I would always believe what they tell me. When they called me fat I would believe it. I would never feel comfortable in my skin most of the times because I would feel that someone would say something to me. As the years past I would start to hate myself for some reason. I would always let myself down, and cry about it. When I get angry I always bang my head to the wall really hard to just feel head throbbing pain. At one point of time I didn't like going to school because I thought people wouldn't like me, or they would talk about me. I never told the teachers, or my mom. I didn't know how at the moment. The only way I thought was going to help me beside suicidal thoughts was to not listening to people, and not caring what they say. It took me 4 years to not care about what people said about me. All through middle school I thought I was invisible, or something. I really didn't get bullied that much though, but I was still uncomfortable in my own skin. When I finally reached 9th grade I finally realize that I am wasting my time thinking about what people think of me. When somebody say something mean to me I would say thank you just make them mad knowing I'm not giving them the reaction they think I might have. I still haven't told anybody about my bullied situation, even though the past still comes back to haunt me though. I try to do other things to forget about what happened to me. This is the story of my life that I need to share with people so they can do the right thing about bullying beside suicide, or not telling anyone.
