The main type of bullying I have experienced is cyber bullying.

Two years ago, when I was 14, I was very depressed. It was the summer before my freshman year, and I had pretty much stopped talking to most of my friends from middle school, because most of us weren't going to the same high school. So I started talking to people online, who lived in different states. I befriended Bully 1. We talked over Kik, and he put me in a group chat with all of his friends. I grew really close to all of them. I was going through a lot, but I felt bad complaining all the time. However, they usually insisted that I talk about what I was going through, so I eventually ranted without hesitation. That summer, I started cutting myself. I was staying with my grandparents at the time, and all I had to do it with was a really dull, TINY pocket knife that was attached to the jet to my grandparents' guest house, where I was staying. So the cuts were very "wimpy," I guess. There wasn't a lot of blood. I told all my friends, and a few days later. They all turned on me. They said that I FAKED cutting myself, that I was a slut, an attention whore, fat (and at the time, I already thought I looked disgusting), a pig, etc. I tried to stop talking to them, but they would spam me with horrible messages on Kik and would always add me back to the messages when I would leave the group chat. I had also been fighting with my cousin/best friend before that, so I felt completely alone. I had also just gotten out of a relationship, and I was incredibly depressed. I thought about killing myself a lot. But soon, me and my cousin made up, and she helped me a lot with what was going on. I got over my ex, and the bullies mostly stopped harassing me. They would occasionally message me, but I soon realized that I was above them, so I just read their messages calmly and made sarcastic remarks or "agreed" with them on what they were saying. I know I should have blocked them, but I was too busy wallowing in self pity until much later. I was still depressed for a while after that, and my cutting got worse, and I developed Anorexia. But I'm better, and much stronger now. I had told a few people, but not many, because I was afraid that they would think that I was an attention whore, like my so-called friends did.