I am 19 years old, I have been picked on for mostly all my life. The hardest times weren't even in the classroom. Some things that people said about me included my eye. I used to be lazy eyed, until I got surgery and got the muscle tightened, people would call me "crazy eyes". I was told I was a waste of five minutes of my dad's life speaking, of course, about my conception. I was excluded in some school group projects. However, all these things don't compare to some of the other things I went through dealing with my own cousin. He is eleven months older than me, and all I wanted when I was younger was to be included in his group of three friends. Well they would make fun of me, go off and leave me, tease me about my eye, one of the kids even named a kitten he found Andrew, because it was cross eyed, and his mom laughed about it when she heard that. My cousin got on top of the roof and called me outside and urinated on my head. They got a laxitive (remember I was young) and told me it was generic Hershey, and of course I ate it and was sick for a while. They still have in their possesion a video of them giving me wegies, and throwing me outside in the snow in nothing but my underwear, and when I knocked on the door my cousin threatned me because "he didn't want me to wake Granny up". One time I followed them down the street, and they told me not to follow them, and Devin said, "Hopefully you are going to YOUR friend's house, because we are going to hang out with OUR friends". Basically saying I wasn't welcome. I walked in Devin's backyard one time, and they all were sitting around, and when they saw me they said, "Well, right when we were having fun." Basically saying they were having fun until I showed up. Most of the time I would just ignore it and then go cry, but I believe in God and am a really big Jesus freak, so He has helped me out alot. I can honestly say without Him, I would have ended it. I don't like talking about these things, and I really don't share it with a whole lot of people. Thanks for reading. And whether you believe in God or not, this is for you. Jesus is speaking in this verse, by the way. John 16:33, "These things have I spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.

I have been bullied for a lot and my best friend has tried to comitt suicide countless times I worry daily about her and I wish people would take it serious cause I care for her and more people I hope that adults and kids take this serious

I have been bullied for a lot and my best friend has tried to comitt suicide countless times I worry daily about her and I wish people would take it serious cause I care for her and more people I hope that adults and kids take this serious

As a customer & T-Mobile stock holder I would like to see this carrier, along with all the other ones, to have a zero tolerance on bullying & harassment when people sue the cell phone service. My roommate just lost his brother to suicide on Friday.

A few days ago this girl got I believe text messages of bullying. As a result she killed herself. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!!

I would like to see T-Mobile have a zero tolerance by doing something different. If this or any other cell phone carrier gets a complaint then T-Mobile, Sprint, Verizon, etc. should be notifying the harasser that they are being investigated. And if this is found to be true then service for their phone is to be terminated immediately. In addition T-Mobile would notify the other cell phone carriers. Second, the cell phone carrier would notify authorities. It is already against the law to use any communication device not intended for normal communication. In other words bullying & harassment while using this service would definitely fall under that.

Of course it may take legislation.

It should be a felony for any bully that causes death to another person due to suicide. And a misdemeanor criminal charge for harassment.

As I watched the documentary last night couldn't help but keep thinking of one of my best friends.  I met him in the 7th grade and my other best friend and I quickly came to find him as the perfect addition to our inner circle.  He is wickedly smart, and funny, however he's not very athletically inclined.  Also he had a bit of a target on his back because he was over weight and only wore black clothing.  This included a black trench coat and fedora hat.  

Luckily, his new friends didn't put up with any bullying that came his way and we had the size and athletic ability to do something about it.  When his never been seen before Rebok Pumps were stolen from him in gym class, I forcefully retrieved them.  When people made fun of his clothing, his witty comebacks angered the bullies.  Again, we were able to take the fight for him.

He wore all black because he liked it, that's all, and it became a badge of honor.  However, I wonder "what if we had not been there?"  His father owned guns, and along with the many scientific explorations he made, he knew how to create smoke bombs, as well as other explosives.  He never tried to get at his father's guns because he was too busy playing happy games with us.  He never created bombs to hurt anyone, because they were just one of many science experiments.  He never got pushed to the limit because he was lucky to have us, and we were lucky to have him.

But what if, is all I keep thinking.

You hurt me.

You bully me.

You humiliate me.

You judge me.

You make fun of me.

But why? What did I do to deserve this?

Every single day. You see me laughing and smiling, but that doesn't mean that I don't break apart.

I break.

Because of you.

 

 

 

 

Look, I don't know the reason why are you doing this.

But have you realize that I'm also human?

That I have feelings too?

Feelings that a human feel.

Happiness.

Sadness.

Anger.

Pain.

Sorrow.

Hurt.

 

 

Why? Because someone is doing this to you?

Doesn't mean that you have to do that to me too.

 

 

 

Yes, I can hold these feelings.

But not too long, this will burst out.

 

 

 

I don't understand. 

 

 

 

Why?

 

 

 

Aren't I that pretty?

 

 

 

Aren't I enough?

 

 

 

Is there something you hate about me?

 

 

 

Tell me.

 

 

 

I'm willing to change.

 

 

 

Just tell me.

 

 

 

 

 

Everyday Hero

(This is a piece I wrote my senior year of high school for Comp I. We were to write about what an "Everyday Hero" meant to us) 

I was first bullied in middle school because I had a different look than other people. Apparently the way I looked disturbed some people so they told me to kill myself and that I had no reason to live anymore and I'm wasting  my time in the world. Bullying made me become weak minded and so I began to cut myself at age 12. I began to think differently and created stories of girls killing themselves because for a minute I believed I should do it. I realized other peoples opinion shouldn't matter to me and I should let no one knock me down. I became strong with that thought in my head and I stopped cutting myself. Today I'm 16 with a crazy story and still bullied once in a while. Everyone and anyone who is bullied or not should know that you always keep your head up and don't show how your affected to peoples words even if it hurts stay strong

I was bullied a lot in primary school and now even in middle school. I thought I was a fun loving, bubbly and happy person, but that all changed. I found my self getting really annoyed at little things, I couldn't sleep at night, and I couldn't find anything to make me happy. I was always told that I was fat, and ugly, and stupid. That all lead to depression at the age of 10. My friends would just stand there and do nothing about it. In middle school people always looked at me and laughed, and they whispered to each other every time they saw me. I felt like a loser, I felt worthless and helpless, Again, my friends just stood there. That left me thinking......"Are these people really my friends?"

That question was in my head for a long time. A few weeks later my friend started getting bullied, and i stood there watching these people tease her, I didn't know what to say or do, so I just stood there. Then I realised that I was doing  what my friends were doing to me, I was being a bystander and watching her get bullied. Then I realised..... I hated it when no-body stood up for me, so its time that i stand up for my friend. I told my teacher on the bully, but she didnt do anything, so I went up to the bully and said, "You need to stop. Stop hurting me and my friends, Just because you want to make yourself feel good by hurting other people, doesn't mean you can. Just leave us alone."

That was it. One sentence. The bully now knew that I was strong enough to stand up to her, she stopped picking on me and my friends.

Note to all bystanders: think about it, don't just stand there. what if that was you, what if you were the one getting bullied and your friends were just standing there.

 

think about it. Please

All throughout elementary school and most of middle school, I was bullied. Everyday, I heard whispers, I heard the laughing, I saw them pointing. Things were thrown at me, I was pushed against walls, I felt like nothing. I remember, this certain group of people would always walk up to me and tell me that no one would ever want to be my friend, or that I was a loser, or that I should do everyone a favor and jump off a cliff. Well, they didn't know how close I was to doing just that. The bullies that I faced were terrible, and made me feel like a big pile of worthlessness. Those bullies made me feel ugly, and fat, and dumb, and made me feel like I never belonged. They made me think that I would never fit in anywhere, ever. And soon, I just began to believe what they said. After all, I had heard it so much, how could it not be true?

Around my 8th grade year, things started to get better. I got some close friends, and the bullying stopped, for the most part. My friends lifted my spirits, and always made me feel happy, I don't know what I would have done without them. The bullying, however, didn't stop. It just became more cyberbullying that actual bullying. It still hurt, but my friends go me through it.