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Me

I don't do well with talking about myself but I guess here goes.

Here's my story

I think it all started back in 3rd grade. (As far as I can remember) I was bullied because of my friend. My only friend. We're gonna call her R. R was my best friend since kinder garden. But me and her were bullied. I was bullied because I was friends with her.  Everyone though R was ugly and that she smelt gross. As I went up in grades I made some new friends. But, was still made fun of, but now for the way I dressed and still Because of my friend R, sometimes the bullies would push us or trip us in the halls. I was diagnosed with depression in 6th grade the doctors wanted to put me on medication but my mother wouldn't let them Because she says that medicine does not work so she put me in therapy. The bullying continued. And in 7th grade I started harming myself. I had this girlfriend, I was figuring myself out. I am pansexual. I started having anxiety attacks some times so I told my therapist and she told me to get a rubber band. Close to the end of 7th grade T left me because people were spreading rumors that I was cheating on her. I wasn't. And people then started calling me lesbian and
Making fun of it like being lesbian was bad. In the middle of 8th grade I stopped harming myself and my therapy sessions quit. I am now, currently a freshman. I am 14, about to turn 15 In 24 days. Just recently my parents got divorced. I go from one house to another and most nights I can't sleep. Even more recently.. someone left me.. a certain someone, that meant a lot.. it leaves me feeling broken on the inside.. I'm not bullied as much as I used to, I still get the occasional name calling or someone making fun of the way my laugh is. There are a few people out there that I wouldn't have been alive without them. Like Je and Br and En and Et. They mean a lot to me.

My name is April.
And that is my story.