We'll I used to be the happy one the one that had no sad in her... Until the bulling started. That's when I started to think I didn't wanna be at that school. That I wanted to move and never go back,but that wouldn't work...I knew that in every other school there were people that didn't like me that bullied me too.. And if I moved away I wouldn't be able to see my best friends anymore, I started to feel like I didn't belong in this world that I was unwanted and I always thought I did something wrong, like there was something wrong with me. After a couple weeks nothing had changed at this point I was 11 years old... That weekend I went to my camp and I was playing in a bin full of junk,that's when I grabbed something sharp and I accidentally cut my finger.. It hurt so much but the pain felt wonderful. That week when I went to school I sat alone outside for the first day, the second day I said I had homework so I could stay in..I would come home everyday crying that I was getting bulled. I couldn't stand it anymore... I was crushed on the inside:(the rest of that week I sat alone doing nothing at school I was the loner in everything. The next week I took an eraser and I gave myself eraser burn on my leg and I took a knife and shaved my skin off with it... I went to school limping. My best friends were asking what happened I didn't tell anyone.when winter came the bulling was getting worse...there was about 7 people in a circle and they were all pushing me down on the ground and calling me names wild my own sister just stood there laughing at me😭
