I was called names by most people, I was physically hurt by people at my school and my father, and I was also cyber bullied by a lot of people.

I don't really know. I've been bullied most of my life by different people, whether it being minor bullying or more serious bullying. I think ever since I started school I've been bullied.

Family. People who I thought were my friends. Some people started harassing my Wattpad account, telling me to kill myself. Ever since my dad won custody over me and my sister, he's been abusing me. My sister's his favourite, and he doesn't hurt her.

Normal. Most of my life I've been bullied, so it seems normal. I think since I started living with my dad I've been more depressed, and I was diagnosed with major depression. My parents had broken up a year prior to my dad getting custody, and I'd suffered from minor depression then. Since I moved in with my dad I started self harming more, and there were actually times where I had the pills ready to kill myself.

Yes. I told friends I thought I could trust, who ended up going against me. I told my mum I was being bullied, and she would always say, 'Oh sweetie, it will get better' but she never really cared. She didn't do anything.

Yes. Yes I am.

Hi. I know this thing says not to use names, but since this is my story I'll use my name. Everyone calls me Tai (pronounced Tay) and I'm 13, turning 14 in about 2 months. My parents split in January 2014. They'd been fighting and my mum had done several runners since the start of 2013. But my mum finally got sick of my dad, and ran away with me and my sister, I was 12 and she was 8 at the time. I became depressed after their split up. My mum got a boyfriend, and he had a bad image. He did drugs and got my mum hooked and in the end they both got arrested. That's when my dad got custody over us. He got custody over us at the end of 2014, when I was 13 and my sister was two weeks off turning nine. But my dad wasn't the same. He'd always been against swearing and physically harming me and my sister. But now he didn't seem to care. Well, he treated my sister perfectly, he just went against me. He started hitting me, and making me do all the house work whilst leaving my sister doing none. He'd give my sister treats, like chocolate or a lunch in town, and he'd call me a fat slob if I asked why he never did that for me.

I started self harming, and him constantly calling me fat or a pig made me go anorexic. I wanna be skinny. My sister's skinny as for a nine year old, and I believed if I was skinnier maybe my dad would feel the same he did about her to me. I was a skinny child, but she was always skinnier. I don't really eat anymore. But I'm fine. I'll be fine.

I'm on Wattpad, @The_Shadowed_Mystery