It started when I was in FIRST grade, being called fat and round in first grade its unimaginable. My story isnt as bad as other stories but any bullying story is terrible. In fifth grade this girl targeted me and called me a loser and a slut and a whore and allkinds of other terrible names, I understand what yal are going through. I am still ge tting bulliedin seventh grade I used to love going to school now I dread it I never want to get out of bed because of all the hateful things people say about me. Most of the time they cant even say it to my face no they dont have the guts to...... they can only say it when Im not around so they can feel good about themselves but not get the reprocutions thst eill come if I am there. 

I've always been kind of alone in my life. I have a great family whom I'm thankful for, but I tend to keep to myself. As a result, I know what it feels like to be lonely. I have a lot of things going on especially outside of school and a lot that are very personal. This has opened my eyes. I go to school and everything seems fine, everyone seems fine. But then I started noticing things. None of us are fine. A few of my close friends admitted to me in confidence that they are struggling with depression and that they have thought about or even attempted to take their own lives. I was battling depression myself, and seeing how many people around me were experiencing the same thing verified that there was something very wrong. No one should feel that way. Everyone should feel comfortable especially in school. I can't even begin to express the toll all of this has put on my education. This school year I realized all of the jokes that are made about people who are different and regardless of the intentions, it hurts. People cannot think that things like that are OK. It just needs to end.

Todo empezó porque teníamos hora libre, empezamos a jugar y a maltratarnos con puños luego un compañero empezó a chuzarnos con un lapicero, todo era tan raro pero para algunos gracioso :c luego me saco sangre y el a su vez también se saco, los compañeros no decían nada estaban pendientes de sus celulares las importaba un rabo, la rectora supo y nos regaño luego nos insulto gritándonos y diciendo que nos iban a denunciar llevar a las autoridades etc.. En conclusión nadie dijo nada y se sigue presentando eso. 

Desde colombia :D Nestor Manuel Linares (Neiva-Huila-Colombia)

Hi. My name is Wyatt and I live in Scottsdale Arizona. Born and raised. my story begins when I was in fourth grade. I had just moved to a different area in Scottsdale and it was the "richer" part of the valley. I don't come for a rich family. I just don't so don't know why.

When the first day of school came around I saws naturally scared. A new kid cd school who's a little over weight, no friends in a gigantic school (for a elementary School that is) And has no friends. I spent my first couple of months alone. I was a naturally quiet kid because I'm practically OCD about what I look like, say, do, ect. N it I did make one friend while I Was there. His name Was Ethan.

We met when I stood up for him, something I rarely do, because three kids kept unzipping His backpack, stealing his books, and tripping him with Them. "Hey leave him alone! He's done nothing to you and you sorry asses don't have a reason!" is exactly what I said. I learned my language from you tube c:

fast forward now to middle school where I currently Am. I'm in eight grade and  I've attended mountainside ever since seventh grade. In sixth I went to a private school in sixth grade with my brother and we had to drop out because of a boy named Jacob brewer. He was terrible. He bullied me my brother every day. and one day it got physical. We were at a teachers house( being that I was in a private school so we would take random field trips every day) Jacob was picking on me and regan and stood up for myself to him "Jacob if you don't stop I'm gonna break your fucking nose so hard all you'll hear in the next hour is the snap of your nose ringing through your ears." I don't know if I told you but Ice gotten very brave since elementary school. He stopped bullying me but he didn't stop with my brother. They went upstairs eventually and they fought. no one did anything except Jacobs brother who kept me from stopping a fight and Henry who stopped The fight.  We were pulled out of school as if it was our fault. 

Anyway I'm getting side tracked. I'm in eight grade now and I go to mountainside middle school in Scottsdale. your constantly picked on for the people you hang out with, the way you dress, how rich you are, your physical appearance, everything. I get called names. Emo, fat, gay, weirdo, druggie, suicidal, and more. People punch me in the gut so maybe il "get skinnier". I'm not gay or suicidal. Invest never done any drugs. 

Let me give you an example. Last month one of the popular kids came up to me rite in front of our school resource officer and called me emo, pushed me to the ground and walked away. The officer just walked away. Later that night I saw a face book post by the SAME KID. it said I was worthless and I should die. I didn't ok anything to him. hi don't even know his name. I leave you with this wine last question. 

Why me?

I am 14 almost 15 years old, and finishing off my 8th grade year. I will be at the high school next year.

I dealt with people constantly calling me "Chunky Punky",caling me fat, telling me I'm worthless. I still deal with some of these problems. I'm slowly getting better and not letting it get to me. A lot of these problems stopped when my friend said something to a bully. She couldn't stand to see me get bullied. At one point the bullying got so bad I started self-harming. I didn't think it would last long because it hurt-a lot! Then I realized I liked the feeling. Slowly they got deeper and deeper, I almost killed myself! I barely missed a vein in my wrist. My friend begged me to stop. I told her there was no way! She got me into counseling, and stopped alot of the bullying being done to me! I'm so glad she was there to help me. If she had not been I probably wouldn't be here today! Bullying is indeed a serious matter. I have lost about 3 people close to me because bullies drove them to suicide. 

When I was in elementary school and middle school I used to get bullied. Not excessively and not by everybody. But my "friends" bullied me. They left me behind in the woods once, laughing as they biked home. Other kids in school used to treat me differently too.  It took its tole on me. Years later and I still second guess if some of my friends now actually consider me a friends. It mellowed out for a while. In eighth grade it started again by this group of girls in one of my classes. It hurt so much and I felt so bad. Even though I had friends I felt alone. 

But I'm not alone now. In fact, I wasn't even alone then. The abuse I suffered just made it feel like I was. I know realize that I have true friends that accept me and don't hurt me and are just as different as I am. 

That's what I want to be somebody. I want to be that friend that saves them. Because despite all of my flaws and my issues, my friends love me and I love them. 

This is a blog entry I wrote while watching the documentary.

I am watching the “Bully” documentary. The boy featured at the beginning was not much younger than me. It got me thinking about my younger days when I was bullied. I was picked on for various things. While I was never told to kill myself or that I didn’t matter, I did feel that way.

I can’t remember my age, but I remember being in Junior High and crying myself to sleep, saying that I could disappear and no one would care. Hearing the stories and knowing I wasn’t alone makes me want to go out and tell my story. I am glad I didn’t take my like during the many times I was down.

I tell people that I was the reject of the reject. It really did feel like that. I was hanging around a group of guys that sat at their own table during lunch. There was a guys table, a girls table, and then our table. The teachers didn’t tell us where to sit. It just happened. Every once in a while the guys I sat with would pick on me a little too much and I felt like I had to sit elsewhere.

When high school came around, I had the choice of where to go. I chose a boarding school because my brother graduated there and because I knew it was going to be a fresh start. I went in with my head held high because I was going to meet new people and start over. As time went on, it all came back. While I did have a good of friends that to this day I call my brothers, it was still tough. During the time at the boarding school I found my calling. I found out that there are people there that need someone to guide them. Someone to listen to their story and tell them that they matter. I started to get myself together and got myself out of wanting to kill myself.

If there is anyone that is out there that needs someone to hear their story, I am hear. I have gone through self-diagnosed depression many times, but I’ve been working on staying out. It will always be an uphill battle, but it does get better. My previous entries explain more about my past. I am always willing to tell my story to whoever wants to hear it.

I got out. I know I need to show those who are bullied that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I want to show them how to cope with it, without turning to anger or depression.

Accept yourself and everything that is awkward, different, and weird. Embrace that which separates you from others. You are not alone. There are so many unique individuals out here in the world. We make up the world. We think different and we DO NOT Conform to society standards. We break the mold. Never let anyone highlight your difference and make you feel bad about it. Your difference is beautiful. You are beautiful. Don't give them a leg to stand on. Don't let it fester in your mind that I am different and I don't belong. You are different and you are in good company. God loves you I love you. Surround yourself with good and encouraging company. Venture out and surround yourself with the things you love to do. The way out is through lots of love and encouragement. It starts with the love of God. He loves you just the way you are. Look yourself in the mirror and say I am awesome and great, and if you don't like it you'll miss out. Love God, love yourself, love life. It Is Worth Living!!!!!

Hey, everyone. I just want to get out to all of you reading this first-you're amazing. Don't think you aren't, because believe me, you are in every way possible. There's people in this world that think that bullying is fun, popular, awesome, etc. Let me get something straight-it's never okay. It will never, EVER be alright. 

You know those school programs? About the 'Stop Bullying' and such? Let me tell you something. All those things we get told to do-who ever actually does them? The victims and bystanders. Yes, they listen and try to keep the peace. And who does the opposite? The bullies. The don't listen. Will they ever?

I'm still an 8th Grader at the moment, going through the school year with nothing to do but watch out for my friends, and be nice as possible. I like to write, read, sketch, and watch YouTube. I Livestream with friends on the internet, and show my written things to people in the internet. I get hate, sure. It's always gonna happen. I can't exactly fight it. 

When I get questioned at home with my friends, at the stores by friends, or even my friends at school, they ask why I choose to write. 

I answer with "Because I need to write my-including anyone else-life down on paper before it's too late," and continue doing what I do best. I go on with my life, on with my everyday life, without a care in the world. 

But when I SEE these things happening at school, at home, at the Mall...I get set off. I want to quote on quote, "act" like a bully towards these bullies that choose to harass these people at a public place. 

I know I can't-I know I'm not allowed, I know that it's wrong. 

But there's got to be a way to end it all. My plan is just to stop it in my school area. I want it done. Over with. Gone. 

Just try for yourself. Get the word out. Just do it for your own well-being-as well as everyone else in your community

~Amanda B. 

I'm 32½ years old now. I use the ½ because it sounds better than 'pushing 33'.

When I was in early elementary school (1-5th grade-ish), all I knew was the happiness of going to school and seeing my friends. Recess was a blast, classes were boring, and everything was just so routine to me... ---Go to school, mingle, lunch, gym (everyone's favorite class back then), and go home---. I didn't have a care in the world. When I would go home, I'd have my really close friends I would hang out with and everything was good. I always had that feeling of excitement in me and the positive mood.

In the latter years of elementary school, a few kids in my class formed their own clique and while it was a small class (maybe 15 kids), I was zeroed in on as someone to mess with. Maybe it was because I was quiet or maybe it was because I didn't stand out, but they just got to me. Nothing crazy at this stage but going to lunch, they would come up to me and mock the way I walked (slight hunch) or intentionally bump into me when they could have walked around me. I began dreading recess. As I said, it wasn't anything crazy but it did have me begin doubting myself. I found myself laughing at other kids that were picked on too. Not because I was happy they were getting picked on or because whatever the bully's said to them was funny, but because I knew it was a deterrent from me getting picked on.

High School was a bit different. I went to Holy Trinity High School on Long Island, NY. I only went there because my brother did and I was so attached to him as a protector (which to this day he still doesn't know) that I never even considered another school. I had a 'Ringo Starr' bowl hair cut my whole life and didn't care. It was me and I was comfortable with that.

I made friends but with the unpopular kids. Kids that might have been chubby, smelled, glasses, acne, gay, and so forth. I was fine with that. In fact, those are usually the coolest and most interesting kids. I have more in common with them then the ones that were into sports or talking about girls.

In my freshman year I was getting picked on by a group of seniors. I didn't know why but they just did. I continued to believe that my problem was a number of things. My hair style, my slight hunch, and the people I befriended. To this day, I believe the real reason was that I was anti-social. Not on purpose. I was just shy. To this day I'm shy. Get me in a conversation and I could be the life of the party. But getting to the party has always been my problem.

So the seniors would follow me every day from lunch, to the next class. Since I wouldn't have time to go back to my locker to make my next class after lunch, I carried more books than I would have liked. If you have a full backpack, you may as well have just had a target on your back.

They would be sneaky and unzip my backpack so all my books would fall out. "There goes any chances I may have had at communicating with a pretty girl that I liked who would have seen it", is what I would be thinking.

Deep down, I wanted to get revenge. Have the nerve to fight them. I was a big Marvel Comics fan and wished every night that I had the super powers of Wolverine or the villain 'Carnage'. I would never have hurt them, but like they did me, I wanted to scare them. I was so scared of getting into a fight.

One of the seniors at the time told me, "You're a herb...You were born a herb and you're going to die a herb" (herb was another way of saying loser).  This is 15 years later and I still remember those exact words and exactly how he said it. It hurt so much. All I thought was, "yes sir, you're right. Please don't hurt me...please leave me alone".

I tried fending them off with my white handkerchief. I would pretend to blow my nose in it a few times when I knew they were behind me and then I'd just hold it in my hand. I felt, 'better everyone see this gross hanky and think what they want than for me to continue to get picked on'. It seemed to work for a while but then it continued.

It finally stopped when I told my brother... I felt so weak telling anyone. Like any lingering reputation I had would be gone. He was a sophomore at the time and he, unlike me, wasn't afraid. He got a few of his friends and followed me back from lunch. He saw the seniors do what they do and then cut them off. Later he told me that they had a talk with them and it won't happen again...sure enough...it didn't.

The coming years I changed my hair style and personality. My brother had told me, 'you can't stay quiet...talk to people’. So I did and made friends with more popular students (unintentionally) even though they knew I was friends with the less popular ones. I didn't care what they thought regardless.

Senior year hit and for some reason, there was a kid by the nickname 'Fitz' who had it in for me. He was a more verbal bully than anything. I don't remember too much about him aside from his face and sound of his voice. He was mean to more people than just me. I only thought, 'this is your last year Joe...just get through it'. I did and there were no physical confrontations.

I had been diagnosed with Diabetes that year too and someone I thought was a friend had made fun of me when I returned. So on top of the personal hell I was going through, I had to worry about people rubbing it in my face that I was now 'different'.

For me, I was fortunate to not get to the point where I considered hurting myself or others. I had thought bullying was a typical part of life. Sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn't.

Like many, I always think, "Man...I wish I could go back in time and be who I am now....then. I am so much smarter about this stuff now than I was then. I could have easily put a stop to it." But so is life. You can't change the past.

I believe sites like this one are important.

It would be great if every school passed on the mentality to the students of, "We are all family...you are looking at your brothers and sisters...we each have everyone’s backs here. Don't hurt your brothers and sisters feelings. There will be times when you don't get along, but take a breath and work it out. If you find you can't...then simply ignore the person and move on"

I feel my teen years were consumed by this. In my opinion, these are the hardest years of anyone’s life. Either you get lucky and are popular for one reason or another, or you aren't. You might have been born with big ears, a stutter, or a different sexual preference. That doesn't make you a bad person or different or weird. They’re just traits. Some kids can't handle it. It starts with parenting and then the teachers. No kid should have to go through the emotional torment that I had to or others do. I went through emotional hell and feel lucky when I read other stories. I'm looking forward to helping get the word out. I always wanted make an imprint on this world in my lifetime and while some will be famous, own a business, or be rich, I believe this is be a good way and a more important way for me to do so.