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A Bucket Full of Tears (ON HOLD)

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Reads 7,740
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Parts 8
Time 52m

Unique_Is_Me_91

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anorexia anxiety bulimia bullying depression diet fiction insecure ivy life shortstory suicideattempts teen wattys2015

I've never been popular. I've done been beautiful or outgoing. I''ve always stayed under the radar, especially at school. But I was okay with that. I mean, large groups attract drama, right?

Then I started getting bullied. I got called fat ugly, and worthless. Along with many other horrible names. They knew what they were doing to me, how they were making me feel. I guess that's exactly why they continued to do it.

It got so, so bad, to the point that I couldn't go on. So I attempted suicide. I thought the pain would end then, but I was wrong. After waking up in a white corridor with strange voices, I had to decide whether I wanted to die or live. If I chose to die, I'd be left in this corridor with no one to talk to. The loneliness would eventually drive me insane. But if I chose to live.....well, let's just say I'd be shown all the fears I didn't know I held. All the fears I'd pushed away had now resurfaced, and I had to face them.

My name is Ivy, and this is what bullying has done to me.

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Hello there! I just want to let you all know that by writing this story, this does not mean that I support Anorexia, cutting or anything of that sort. I am writing this story to help raise awareness of what bullying can lead to, because I feel this is a very important matter that everyone needs to stop and have a think about.

If you are one of those people who find bullying fun, entertaining or even if it makes you feel better about yourself......STOP. It is not the right thing to do, and one day it will come back and bite you in the ass!

I'm sorry that people had to read this but I just felt like I needed to say that. Please read my book, and if you understand the point I'm trying to get across by writing this, please vote, comment and follow so I know who you are. Also, if you feel the need to talk to someone because you are sad, depressed or even just feeling down, please PM me.

Anyway I think that's all I needed to say, so goodbye :)

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