I received a lot of verbal and emotional bullying. Me, being the shy, sensitive girl with anxiety, it didn't go well.

After moving into year1, I was best friends with my bully. She would call me tons of things behind my back, spread lies about me, get people to stop talking to me, and blame it on someone else.

She got boys to make fun of me, and boys would always exaggerate it.

She got bully2 to pull my hair and try and kick me, and trip me up.

She'd slam into people, trying to get them to slam into me.

She's made me look in a mirror and want to gag, look in a mirror and want to break down crying. My mother got worried that I was starving myself, I started starving myself, I started cutting myself, I started drinking, I started smoking, I started believing everything, I started listening to the voice in my head that would constantly make everything worse.

'Aw, shes not partnering with me-'

'Of course shes not! Who would, you are just a fat, attention whore!'

'That looks really yummy-'

'Go ahead, fatass. Give yourself another reason to slice your arm.'

I hate it. All because of a few words, and this is what my life has turned to.

I used to be so happy, and carefree. Now, I'm some depressed victim.

Someone I was best friends with, hung out with at town, laughed and messed about in shops, bought starbucks with, has now got me hating every inch of myself.

The fact I'm 13 doesn't make it any better.