Bus Boy { klaine } - Dalton -

Past

Classes were hard, very hard. I was working most the time and I was grateful, because in private school I was actually learning stuff also my father was paying big moneys for this school so I couldn't let them down, the reason I left my school is not because of the lessons, it was bullying. everyday. every period. every lunch break. There was always bullying but lately it became too hard to handle. I hated myself for being too scared. Then uhm I-ehm started cutting myself. I know what you think. That what I did was wrong. I know and it was. It doesn't change the fact that I was alone, even if I wasn't. Have you ever felt like there so many people's around but yet your still alone. I did. I love my friends and they understand-until some point. They tried to help me but my sadness became anger, not to bullies. To my friends, my family because I felt this growing anger in me and I have to let it go. With time I pushed everyone away, we were still friends of course but not that close. Back to cutting, i did it because I wanted to know I had power over MYSELF. I wanted to make the pain to go away, it's silly but the pain that I made makes the other pain go away. One day I got deep. Too deep and blacked out. My dad found me on the bathroom floor, then found out about bullying got worse and worse. He tried to tell it to principle. But what bullies did wasn't big, calling me names, maybe pushing, slushies, threatenes, but nothing illegal. I did the worst thing to myself. I lost hope. it's the worst you can do. losing hope worse than cutting because pain never stops and the worst thing is that losing hope doesn't kill you. Makes it worse than being dead. so don't lose hope, ever. When there's no chance I enrolled Dalton academy. zero tolerance to bullying. My dad thought that's best for me. I was grateful to them.