I am in middle school and it seems that i cross the line for being nothing more then who i am. I was bullied into isolation at one point and it drove me crazy. I now have depression, insomnia, paranoia, amd i am a shizo because of bullying. I hated myself. I am made fun of because of the way i look, the music i listen to, and that i am a nerd/geek.

I was pick on in middle school abd it sucks to get pick on cuz u fell worthless and like nobidy cares about u or your feeling at my school there is an anti-bully comidy that i go to every thursday.

Okay so I'm nouf from Saudi Arabia and I've been bullied through out the years! And the sad part is I get bullied from the people I think are my friends! You can't find a true friend here! They're all so judgemental and mean and racist ect... I just wish it'll all stop! I mean seriously? Encouraging people to commit suicide by bullying them to much... is just cruel in so many ways! u're human u have a heart, where is it? Try to make a difference, you could help a lot of people that are hurting! #NoToBullying!

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 From kindergarten to now the tenth grade i was bullied . Some days i could ignored but other days i couldn't . I would bit my lip , choke on the sobs trying not to cry and show them how much it hurt me . I was teased and humiliated . I thought it would end with middle school but i got worse . Boys would tease me say they like me then joke to there friends about how ugly i was . The girls were even meaner, after a while i got used to it . My eighth grade year i was depressed badly , i trying to hide it as well as i could but my friends started to notice . i didn't eat lunch with them , i ate alone or i wouldn't eat at all but i went to library to escape . i started some bad habits that it took by best friend to come to me crying to me  that she want me to stop it wasn't easy but i did . Things started to get better . It was hard but i told myself to push thru it , i made new friends and i didn't feel so alone anymore . Now i don't want anyone to feel the same way, so i always try to be that person who is warm and welcoming to other so people don't end up feeling the way i did .                     

My name is William, my friends call me Will, I'm fifteen and a sophomore in high school. My dream is to be in a band and tour the world, and to be the voice of a generation much like our own. For years I was picked on, bullied, teased, degraded, berated, humiliated, you name it. It started at school but didn't seem to end there, it never does, does it? I recall having paper balls thrown at me, my hair pulled (I have had shoulder length hair and bangs that went to my eyes), I've been called every name in the book, "faggot", "emo", "bitch", "gay", I've even been told to kill myself, I've had a knife pulled on me, I've been beaten up, but when I went into the eighth it ended for me, but I still used to watch it happen to others and stand by, only recently did I realize, and I'm not going to sugarcoat it, what bullshit bullying is, so I started standing up for others, people have reached out to me for help and I'm proud to say I've talked three people out of suicide because I stayed up all night to message them on social media, I've witnessed bullying and ended it there, because teachers or adults won't always do something about it. I do not advocate or condone bullying or being a bystander to bullying, and you shouldn't either. Be your own hero, stay strong, and fight the good fight. I'm always here to talk and help out, you should be too.

My son started high school this year and already he is being called names because he's gay I want him to feel safe and be able to be himself. The kids here in Fresno can be so cruel. We all deserve love and kindness and even though my son gets called names we taught him to hold his head up high and be proud of who he is and it hasn't been easy for him or us.

My name is Richard, I'm 46 years old, yes 46... And I was bullied. I was bullied at work by a supervisor who put me through hell for 3 years. People don't think adults get bullied but YES they do. I felt so alone. And sometimes if feel alone when I work on my documentary. Yes I'm working on a documentary to tell my story. The reason I feel alone sometimes is the employer who bullied me is the US gov't. Some people are afraid to stand up to the gov't. But I'm not. Because if I stay silent then the bully wins. For me bullying is new as a kid I was never bullied. I grow up in NYC you had to learn to be tough in NYC. But I was not ready for the toughness I needed to deal with WORK-PLACE BULYING. Please help me stop bullying

I'm currently in 8th grade . During elementary school I wasn't very popular or cool . I got picked on by boys mostly telling me I was ugly. The girls didn't seem to care. This went on till 7th grade. My mother is In the army so we moved a lot . But in sixth grade I finally met a flat iron. I made a lot of friends. But, my school was 3rd to 6th grade and can you believe it? I got picked on by fifth graders. It was horrible . So I decided to punch one in the face and I got in trouble but I was happy with it. In seventh grade I knew a lot of people and I stopped bullying. I felt better I started dating a friend. He was nice but that's not what I wanted . So I dumped him and went for jerks. Who hurt me both physically and verbally. I fell into depression. Then I met a friend named Isaiah who was my ex's friend . He made me feel better and worth more then I was treated. I felt better and less crazy . I felt beautiful .

Growing up, my mother was a teacher and a principal who moved from school to school a lot. She would take me with her so she could keep an eye on me, and never kept me at a school longer than 2 year until high school. In total, I've moved to 9 different school (including the college that I am currently attending.). Every school I've gone to, kids would make fun of me for my red hair or my weight or the fact that my mother was in charge and call me mothers boy. It was my second grade year that I started fighting back, and soon after fighting back it because me that was teasing and picking on others. I can't count how many time I had gotten into a fight, how many times I got suspended, how many times I got in trouble after that for bullying others. I stayed at the same high school until I graduated, but things were anything but smooth. My freshmen year I was a jerk, anyone that messed with me I would beat the crap out of, anyone that tried to be better than me I would tease. One day I was at the lunch table (still a freshmen) and a senior kid who I disliked passed by. I tried to trip him, and obviously he didn't like it. He grabbed me out of my seat and we exchanged a few punches. Our fight was cut short however by a police officer tackling me to the ground. Being thrown in handcuffs and DRAGGED out of the lunchroom was the last thing I wanted. Sheer embarrassment that taught me that it was time to grow up. By senior year, my brother and I had become the two most well known people of our age group in the city, and I had started straying from my path even more. I found a high school sweet heart, started smoking (cigs), almost didn't graduate, started treating particular people like they were less than I was. Till this very day I have never apologized. I feel like I should, but I decided that due to past events too personal to share it would be best to just stay out of their life. The summer before my junior year, I started a work program that helps people like me who have never had a job before and teaches them the fundamentals. Of course I was new, so I started talking to people to try to make new friends. There were two people in particular that I met that I seemed to pair with, one of them is now one of my closest friends. His name is Brandan, aka Twilight. My story is more of his story really. Going through school he was always picked on. He was born in Canada and moved to the US when his mom married her internet boyfriend after her abusive husband had passed away. Brandan was put into his first american high school, and things did not go well. A girl accused him of rape, his step sister made fun of him, he tried to commit suicide twice. He had no friends. Fast forward to the present day. Hes well, hes healthy, hes happy, he hangs out with our group a lot, hes in love with a great woman and plans on getting engaged, and to top it all off, I love him like a brother. He doesn't know it, but he reminded me of myself when I was going through school, and saved me from becoming what I thought I wanted to fight. His sister called me a Godsend, but in all honesty, he was the one that put me on the right path. It's because of him that I now have the courage to introduce myself to the new guy. He helped me find the courage to stand up for my friends when there's trouble (and believe me, there has been trouble, but I was always there to help in any way I can.) It's also thanks to him that we now have a group of people that are closer to each other than family,  were proof that some bonds run deeper than blood. We were all outcasts at some point, brought together by the same thing: longing to belong. I've been out of high school for going on 3 years, and I've even started to make friends with the people that would make fun of me in Elementary. I hope my story is proof to those still looking for someone to reach out to, that you never know what will happen, or who you will cross paths with. Even the bullies can change someday.

This isn't really part of my story, but I've also lost a lot of friends since I graduated. Some to suicide to family or relationship issues, some OD, one got shot. You never know when your friends will go, or who it is that is suffering. One friend in particular was a guy named Alex that I met twice in my life. The second time was the day before his last. He seemed normal, quiet as always, so I didn't really say much to him. I should have. And I regret it till this day. I know maybe it wouldn't have changed anything because we still didn't know each other that well, but sometimes I fell like if he just knew someone cared. Yet, at the same time, hes proof that suicide isn't that answer. Suicide doesn't take away the pain, it just passes it to the ones that love you.