Before I begin, I'd like to say that everyone knows what it's like to be bullied. Bringing someone down only means that they are above you. Maybe you should be spending your time bettering yourself other than causing someone so much pain. You guys have heard all the suicide stories. In almost all cases, one of the causes was bullying. Bullying them so much, they wanted to take their life. Please.... Think before you speak.. Think before you act.
As a kid, I was the youngest of six children. It was really hard. I had no girl to talk to because they were way older and lived in Kansas City. I was surrounded by basically guys because my mom was a total and complete tom boy. It was really hard.
I will admit, in elementary school, I was happy. I was not bullied by peers. But middle school, 6th grade was a whole different time.
On the first day of school, in my first class, I had a lot of friends. The rest of the day was good. So was the next two quarters. Then this girl I thought was my friend started treating me poorly. She only came to me when she needed something. She talked about me behind my back. And well, I let it happen. Then I confronted her. After that day, she started bullying me. Verbally, physically, and over social media. One of the pictures her and her friends took mocking me is still on my Facebook. It didn't bother me back then but now I look at it and cry so hard.
Summer slowly came and went. I really didn't spend time with anyone besides my girls at cheer.
Then 7th grade came. I made new friends but there were still the bullies. The first couple weeks were good. This is when I met my best friends, Maeve and Sarah.!(: Then bus rides got terrible. Two to five girls bullied me, everyday.
Then it slowly progressed and for better, they stopped. Then after José and I broke up it just got worse and worse. I heard it all from A-Z. It got to the point to where I began to self harm. It started out as just a few cuts. I wasn't that well at concealing it. Maeve cried when she found out. I promised her I would stop, along with Selena. I tried my hardest, I did. But the bullying and comments from those kids got worse. The group got bigger and bigger. I had people from grades below and above me torturing me. It became so hard that I began to self harm again.
I had better ways of concealing it, considering the weather being in the negatives. Then one day I had nothing to wear cause my mom hadn't done laundry. I had no long sleeved shirts to wear. I cried then put on a short sleeved shirt.
When I got to school I rushed to put on a jacket. (I have a tendency to leave all my jackets in my locker) Then at lunch it was like 10,000° so I decided to take of my jacket, keeping my arm concealed. At the time my friend Chrissy was in this bad relationship so we walked over there to keep an eye on her boyfriend at the time. (He has hands that like to wander) My friend Russell realized it, grabbed my arm and said "Stop. I care about you way too much." My best friend at the time ought they were scratches. She cried because I lied to her. I promised her I would stop.
Everyday when I get off the bus, its the same thing from the same people. I can't even find myself to tell you what they say to me. Their that hurtful and there's that many. It sucks. In the morning I spend 10-15 minutes perfecting my outfit, thinking, "Maybe this will get me less attention." As I am called an attention whore a lot... I'm dead wrong. They always find a way to make me hate myself.
There's this guy, I always thought he was my friend. Today, (April 16th 2015) he called me and my friend sluts to the new kid, telling him not to hang around us. Once he realized we had overheard, he took it back... I'm so confused.
Why do people feel the need to bring you up then take you down? Its like some twisted roller coaster ride. One that I hate. But only cause it makes me hate myself. Even more than I already did.
