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The horrid cowards.

Bullies are so freaking cowardly, it pisses me off.

They think they can bulldoze through people's self esteem, and shoot them down. It's pathetic, the way they put themselves on a pedestal to seem higher than the rest. The bullies of the world are like the huge funnel clouds that destroy a city in seconds. I would say rain cloud, but rain is a good thing. Rain waters the soil and makes the grass grow, making it more green and beautiful. While a tornado on the other hand, crushes the land underneath it with the slightest touch, eating up everything and spitting it back out in tiny, insignificant pieces.

I have been bullied before, yet it surprised me as to who was behind the mask. It was a once close friend of mine, hiding behind her computer screen, as well as many others.

They called me a bitch, fake, ugly, a try-hard, pathetic, and once even slut (which is inaccurate because I never wore shorts that went above my finger tips and I hardly even talked to the male population). Many nights I found myself bawling over these things. Yet, I didn't tell a family member, I only told my two trust-worthy friends. I ended up cutting myself over it. This, I regret completely, I feel as if I was being over dramatic about this whole ordeal and now I feel like slapping my past self. 

It hurt even more when my friend, let's call her Sally, ditched me for the friend that was calling me such things. You see, I thought Sally and I were the best of friends, and that I could count on her. Yet one day I invited her to come to a 5k Color Run with me (which I ended up just going with my sisters,) and she told me that she had a family event already planned. Although I was disappionted, I understood, family comes first, always. 

That night, after the run, I was scrolling through my instagram and I found multiple pictures of Sally and Susie (the one who called me names) together, laughing and having a good time. I felt as if Sally had ripped my heart out of my chest, and stabbed it, twisting the knife as she dug it into my bloody organ. 

Anyways, moral of the story is bullies are pathetic. You should never listen to them, they'll get what they want if you let them bring you down. That was about half of the story, but honestly I think I may regret posting this online. So for now, I will leave you wondering who posted this, because I honestly don't want anyone to pity me or feel bad for me.

Goodbye.

-A

(A=Anonymous)