I started getting bullied in 5th grade. It started with a boy, of course. He was a popular boy and I was an outcast, I only had THREE friends in 5th grade. Anyways, I was so surprised when he asked me out. He tried twice. The first time I was too scared. He just handed me a note in class. I was so happy! When I dated him people actually noticed I existed. We lasted a month. He broke up with me when I called his voice "high" pitched. I honestly didn't really care. Until he got his friends too call me ugly, fat(even tho I weighed 74.4 at the time), worthless, and a waste of flesh. I went home and cried behind closed doors. The bullying from them lasted till summer (about 4 months). Just before summer came I made a new friend. He was the sweetest boy I had meet. He had a raging crush on me. Over the summer we texted each other. About a week or two into summer I got a message (on messenger) from his account but from his "sister". It was a picture of a girl and it read 'This is his girlfriend. So back of bitch.' All I said was ok. I texted his sister saying that I didn't do anything too deserve that. She told me that I had. When I asked her what! She got mad at me and went off. She told me 'I was never going to be as good as a friend as her other two friends. I said I'm sorry but the ignored me. She told me I should just die because no one would care. I didn't reply. I nearly commited suicide at the age of ten. I told her I had tried but failed. She told me that I was a waste of her time and just left it at that. The boy that was the sweetest kept asking me out over the summer, I just changed the subject. Twords the end of summer he asked me out one last time. I said 'Maybe for a week or two when 6th grade starts.' He told me this ' I'm gonna be in a relationship for a week of two. That means that you don't love me. I'm gonna say no.' I said 'Whatever don't talk too me.' He tried to say yes but I just said nope. Eventually he had had enough. He told me that I would never be like another girl he liked. That she was real and I was a piece of shot and a waste of time. I had had enough of boys. I cut the girls name into my arm. Sent him a picture and asked him if I was as pretty as she was now? He told me I was just another emo and that no boy would love me ever again. I began too cry. But they were really quiet because it was 11:30. I cut more and it hurt because I had too go over it a thousand times (I was using mini scissors). When I was satisfied with what u had done I went too bed. He messaged me that morning saying sorry. He said he said he liked that other girl too make me mad. It worked. I was eleven and had too hide my scars. Eventually my sister spotted them and my mom talked too me. She told me I was her and my fathers world. Sometimes though, I feel like she tells me that just because. She is always mad and takes it out on me. When school started i was really nervous mostly because I was a fat and ugly according to the boys. When the first day of school of started the "sweetest" boy tried too take me back but I said no. The next day everyone looked at me at me pointed and whispered. I eventually found out that he had told everyone what I did. I felt so alone. Apparently one day I had made a girl so mad she grabbed a basketball, chucked it at my head and when I fell back she came at me and began too puch me all over. She had broken my arm that's how hard she punched. I had too go to the hospital. My mom asked what happened and I told her. She said an eleven year old shouldn't have to deal with that. She put me into a private school and everything was better. Thank you if you made it all the way. I know it was really long but that's my story.