Bullying can be peers and parents. My parents criticize my weight and make me feel like crap. Every time I want to do something about my weight they say no I can't. So I just do as they say and take the crap they give me. At school it ain't so bad. Yeah, I get teased for reading and being a weirdo. But I take it because I can. Everything got worse after my grandmother (who actually cared) passed away. Each year is a struggle and I have tried to kill my self several times. Each time I began to cry and think about my grandmother. She was my reason for living. I use to cut and burn myself also. After a while I stopped because it wasn't helping me. The only thing that does is reading a book so I can get out of this real life and fill my mind with another life. ~EmOnster \/_*

I have really never been bullied by anyone, but my friends Hannah was bullied on the bus by two highschoolers because she had a speech problem. So I had enough and I stood up for what I beilved in and made them stop tormenting her. They got in trouble by the bus driver and school. Stand up for people when you see them getting bullied. You may just save there life. :) ❤ 

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Hi, my name is Katarina and I probably don't know english as well as the rest of you because I'm from Croatia but I will try my best :)

So my bullying story started in 5th grade of elementary school and I was bullied because I got a haircut and I had short hair. They were yelling at me that I look like a boy and stuff. Then finally when my hair grow, in 8th grade or something like that, unfortunately I put on a little weight because I was depressed with all the bullying and food was my only friend, I ate when I wasn't hungry and I got fat. Then they started bullying me about my weight and were telling me that I will never find a boyfriend or that I will lose all of my friends just because I got on a little weight. I didn't really know how to deal with it and my grades got worse because I didn't like going to school at all. To me it was the worst place ever and I just wanted it to end. Now I attend School of Economics and I just finished my 1st grade. Luckily there are not as many bullies in high school as in elementary school. I hope that all teenagers won't be bullied anymore because bullies should put themselves at victim's position and see that it's not easy to hear all those ugly thing about yourself!

I have always been the strange one or the loner. I'm the one who wears the dark clothes, crazy colored hair, the piercings and having the dark past. My father is an alcoholic and drug addict who abused me emotionally for 15 years. I never talked to anyone, I stayed in the background because I didn't want anyone to know about my father. I was bullied because I was a loner. I started to cut and I always wore long sleeved shirts. Everyone tried to see the scars because my best friend at the time told everyone in my school my secret. They would laugh at me and call me emo/goth.

In 9th grade I thought things would get better, but it got worse. The teachers started judging me. They never would help end with anything. They would ignore me. One teacher called me out on my style and insulted me in the middle of class. I had my first girlfriend that year which made things worse. I always knew I was attracted to both men and women. All the girls in my gym class would say when we were in the locker room "don't look at me while I'm changing lesbo!" they would hide their bodies and give me dirty looks. I started cutting more and more. 

As I got older I started experimenting with my look, I colored my hair crazy colors and got more piercings. I teased my hair and had the emo/scene look. People would yell at me saying "Go cut your wrists." And I listened to them. I got into drugs and alcohol, I drank every night I could. I popped pills and smoked pot. Those were my escapes from the bullying. I tried committing suicide many times. I was put into a trauma and behavioral class called SPARKS. It has helped me cope with the bullying and taught me to be strong and to be who you really are. I am now 17 years old, I still have the crazy hair, and piercings and am trying to be strong through the tough times.

All throughout high school, I was bullied. Online, to my face, through text. It was unbelievably unbearable. I felt as though I had no friends. I hated going to school, it was humiliating. Nobody stuck up for me. I wanted to drop out of school because I thought it would put me out of my misery. People told me I wasn't worthy of living, I should walk around with a bag on my head and I deserved to suffer. I repeatedly went to the principal and police about it, but nothing was ever done for me. I considered killing myself, but I let myself suffer through it instead. I started to believe that everything everyone was saying was true. It was the hardest thing to live through. Now, as a high school graduate, I have written a speech on bullying and have read it to my college and sent it to many people. I want to do anything I can to make a difference. It kills me inside to think about my experience and see other people going through the same thing. I vowed to myself I will do anything to help anyone I see being bullied. Nobody deserves to suffer like that and it shouldn't be tolerated.

My name is Kady and I was bullied in elementary school, I'm a very out spoken person (that was probably the reason for it) so eventually they stopped picking on me. I hate the fact that people don't take other people's lives and situations into account but what I hate more than that is the fact that most people don't see the importance of them selves and that they are an amazing addition to the beautiful world around us. If anybody who reads this needs anything, needs to talk I'm here, and I care. 

It all started when I was in the fourth grade. Sarah, Kate, and I had known each other since the first grade and we were psyched to be in the same class once again. Kate and I had always hated each other and to be honest, I have no idea why. Kate had just started letting the hatred show. She started calling me stupid and a waste of space and always seemed to find a way to get closer best to Sarah. A long with that she would punch and kick and pinch me. I couldn't take it. You hear the stories of bullying and think, "if that happens to me I can handle it." But, I couldn't. I didn't want to deal with it on my own. I told the teacher and instead of taking action she made us have an immediation. I go to a private school so they try and make it as "safe" as possible for the students. So they took us both out to the hallway and I told my side of the story (truth) and she told hers (pure lies, well she used the right names). This whole soap opera of her bullying and going to immediation continued for about 3 years until we got into middle school. For 3 years, every day felt like a battle that I had no chance of winning. Being told that your stupid and worthless made me feel like I was. So, not only was she battling me, I was battling myself. But, it's behind me. My bullying story isn't over yet, but I learned  that just because someone says your stupid doesn't make you stupid. Thats like saying if some says that the Grand Canyon is Niagara Falls, it's Niagara Falls. No matter what anyone say you are worth it and you are amazing. You may feel lonely and worthless, but that feeling doesn't last forever. YOU ARE WORTH IT! Send that message to people and hopefully it will last forever. My Name is Hannah, and that's my story.

my name is David i have been bullied when i was in school i got called fag and looser and all other names i sometimes still do get bullied it was hard for me going to school it mostly happend in middle school

I'm a girl with a sense of style no one else has. Somedays I will dress like a boy and others like a girl. But for some strange reason, that affected someones view on me. I'm the girl with the short pixie hair, which made people think I'm a lesbian and be "scared." 

Why though? Why should you be scared of something I'm not? This little lesbian thing for out to my whole grade and oddly enough, my phone number was leaked.

For weeks and for months, I would get text messages and emails like "Where's your girlfriend?" "People like you shouldn't be alive." 

My parents have a knife collection and that night I had an urge to let it out. I didn't want this anymore. It had been going on for too long. I already had slit my wrists in the past, but that wasn't enough. I wanted to be gone. For others not to be scared of me. 

I took a couple sleeping pills and two pain killers and worked at my wrists with a knife. After getting deep enough, I laid in a tub of warm water. My mom found me 5 minutes later and screamed at the top of her lungs. She carried me to the police station and yelled at the medics to take me away. 

I remember getting asked a ton of questions, "Why did you want to take your life." "Can you please explain to me what these scars are from." I remember responding with the same answer "Because I wasn't strong enough."

After two days at the hospital, I was told to stay for a youth group. 

I met 12 amazing people that helped me and that I helped as well. Out of those 12 people, one of them was a boy, a boy that I fell for. 

To this day, we spend everyday with each other.  Caring and watching Out for each other. 

Things do get better, but sometimes you need a little help.