My bullying started in 4th grade. I was new to the school and kids thought I was weird. They would call me names like Ugly, fat, and stupid. I would try to act like I wasn't hurting on the outside but I came home crying everyday. It got worse in 6th grade. A group of girls would always torment me and they were bully1 bully2 and bully3. Bully1 was always the snob and making the jokes about me and throwing pebbles at me outside! Bully2 and Bully3 would just laugh at me like I'm helpless. They'd get boys to push me into walls and the girls would hide my gym clothing in the trash. It was so stressful. I then started to cut myself. It started off as scratches then tiny cuts and deep deep wounds. I never told my mom or anybody. My dad died when I Was 4 and my biological mom gave me to my aunt when I was 9 and my aunt gave me to an orphanage. I got adopted! By a drug addict mother. She wouldn't even care about me anyway! I attempted suicide 4 times but It would never work, my mom found out on my 3rd attempt and sent me to a hospital. I felt unwanted and the nurses there don't even give a crap for you! It was in 8th grade when i moved to California and the bullying stopped. I started loving myself and actually feeling wanted! My point is, it gets better it always gets better. Life would never put you through anything you cant handle.