Warning: Long but Meaningful

It's all started in 2nd grade. I was really shy and it took me about a month until I finally made a friend. It was fun, you know, my first friend! But a lot of the other girls didn't like me very much. They would always look at my weirdly, and when they would say mean things I didn't know how to respond. I didn't even know what bullying meant. I would always run to the bathroom and cry, but they would always try to stop me saying,"Are you really going to go cry?" Luckily I lasted through the year.

But 3rd was worse. I still had my one friend, But my main bully was in this class also. I don't know what I did to her. I don't think any victim knows what they did, or why it happened. She would always make fun of me for being overweight and would call my family poor. It lasted like this until middle school. By now, I had more friends and I kept thinking,"New school new life". Wow, look how that turn out.

I was so alone. My school has a system where the grade gets split up into teams (different sections of the hall). And of course I ended up by myself. I was so awkward and alone. I was desperate to make friends. Which didn't happen. People still made fun of me. But it started getting really physical. They left bruises from pushing me into things. I couldn't tell anybody. How bad would it be to have a bullying reputation placed on your school?

I started getting really depressed, and I started to hurt myself. I started eating less. Oh god, I was so miserable. And that's how I played out 6th and 7th grade.

Now let's talk about 8th (my current grade). Oh god isnt it a stressful year. School hasn't started yet and so many things have already happened. My mom found my razors (So I was forced to stop). And I've though of suicide so many types.

But on the good side, I've made some new friends! They're so sweet.

Now my story isn't the best one, but it's an example of what not to be.

Stay strong, you're worth it. And you have a purpose in this world. Honestly it may not be a big one, but who has a big purpose. Just now, that if you didn't have a purpose you wouldn't be here. And we all want you here.

I just wish someone told me this earlier.

P.s. I'm not a very good writer so please forgive me. ;)

Teasing, name calling, physical altercations.

I was 7 years old

Classmates, family members, friends

Worthless, confused, scared

Depressed

I told my mom once, but it didn't help.

Now, it would be 7 years.

Yes.