I wouldn't really call what I've dealt with a story, I'm not sure what I'd call it but I don't think its complete enough to be considered a story.

It was never physical bullying with me, and I know if it was I would have stood up for myself more, because it was more direct. But how are you supposed to stand up for yourself when it isn't clear whos doing the stuff to you? People would write on my locker a few times a day "go to hell __my name__" I would erase it, and move on. It would reappear after a few periods, I'd erase it, and shrug it off. They would start writing it in pen & I'd have to find janitors or someone to get it off, it was so embarrassing. I went to the principle, they promised they'd monitor it and find out who was doing it, they didn't. I went again, they said the same thing, no one did anything. Not really a big deal, just a hassle. 

One day in the bathroom there was "go to hell __my name__" written about 5 times on the wall, and something saying "__my name___ doesn't want ot admit that she has cancer, because she doesn't want to say she wears a wig" I'm not sure who wrote that, I'm not sure why, it might not seem like a big deal, but at the time we had a girl in our grade who was a very close friend of mine dying from cancer. The girl passed 5 months later.

My friends a tomboy, so we're automatically both lesbians. People stopped being my friend when this rumor started circulating. It hurt yeah, that people didnt want to be my friend anymore because of a rumor, one that wasn't even true. I felt like I needed to make sure everyone knew that I wasnt a lesbian but I think thats so stupid now, so what if people think I'm a lesbian, that doesn't really matter, its not a big deal and anyone who wouldn't want to be my friend if I really was isn't someone I want to associate with.

Just the basic excluding stuff, being excluded from plans, lunch tables, projects, parties, whatever it is. People want you to know that you aren't invited, that you aren't wanted there, and its unnecessary. 

I was bullied a little, yeah, nothing extreme, nothing horrible, but I can in a way relate to the kids that are actually being bullied. For someone to be completely hated and ignored because they're gay is absolutely ridiculous, how can you hate someone for something they cant control. For someone to be beaten up because they're a little different, it isn't fair. We do need to come together and make a difference in the lives of those who feel that they are completely alone. 

All through Grade School/ Middle School, I was a really fat kid. Lots of the boys in my class would call me names. I remember one boy saying "Don't bother looking in the mirror, you know you're ugly" when I was 8 years old. Another boy spat on my face and called me a pig. These words stayed with me even until now that I am in College.

What advice I can give to kids is to stand up for yourself. That sounds like a cliche but it's true. Tell those bullies that what they're doing is NOT OKAY. If you see someone being bullied, don't just stand & watch or even worse - egg them on. Do something about it in the right way - like reporting it to your teachers. Don't fight violence with violence. And most of all, don't believe what any of those bullies are telling you. Instead, stay close to people who love you & appreciate you. The truth is, deep down, those bullies all have two things in common: FEAR & INSECURITY. And bullying is just their way of trying to hide it.

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This year i created an account online that allowed people to ask me questions or say anything through it. You can do it anonymously or you can say who you are.

When I moved to a new school in 2nd grade I thought it would be fun, but as always, I was wrong. The kids were mean to me! I lived in a ghetto neighborhood , only because my family was struggling and this was, by far the only place my parents could afford. It was hard to make friends, but eventually I did make friends. The wrong friends. Their name's were Makayla and Angelina  They were my "friends" They pretended to be my friend to get all my secrets out and told everyone. They back-stabbed me and it didn't feel right. I can never trust anyone because of them. After my secrets got out the bullying got worse. Kids were calling me fat, stupid, ugly, worthless, and just horrible things a 2nd grader shouldn't even know the meaning of! At the end of the school year I was so happy. No school. And no school means no bullies. Usually, my family would move after one whole school year, but that's not the case. They still had not enough money to move. I went to that school until my 5th grade year. I was bullied since 2nd grade! Up until 4th grade, I didn't care what people were saying, because I used to it by then. My mom didn't have any idea of what was going on at school. In 4th grade, I couldn't take it anymore! I started believing what people were saying. I started cutting myself in 5th grade. My 2 best friends, Honesty and Tinei, we shared a journal. Basically just a 3-subject notebook, but it worked. I poured everything out, about me getting bullied, about me cutting myself, about wanting to kill myself, which was all a mistake. Honesty was a backstabber. I thought she was truly my friend. But she was truly a 2-face. She was friends with the popular and she gave them the journal! I tried to get it back during recess, but the teachers took it away and they read it! I hated them for that and I still do! They have no right to read my personal stuff! The teachers were worried and they had me talk to the counselor at least twice a week. Later on, she called my mom and read her my journal. I hated her for that. Now, my mom knew everything. She had me move in with my grandma and go to the school over there. It's not bad. The kids are nice, except for one kid, Julian. He's mean to me! ONLY ME! Everyday I wonder what's wrong with me. What did I do to him? I have better friends that I know I can trust but I still don't tell them many things. When my secret about being bisexual got out I was bullied for quite a time. I finally had the guts to tell every one to stop. I said. "You need to except me the way I am! No matter how much you bully me and push me I will always be this way! So live with okay? Bullying me won't change anything!" 

People eventually learned to accept me for who I am.

I kept my baby fat for longer than most kids. When I was in elementary school I was called names that still sting. I was made fun of for multiple things, but the phrase "Fat Cow" is probably the one that sticks in my head the most. At 24 years old, weighing in at a whopping 125 pounds, I still hear those names in my head. It has made me terrified of gaining weight, not because of health issues, but because of what people might scream at me. I never want to hear those words again.

Im in the 8th grade. I've been bullied since I was 6 years oldand I'm tried of it. I was called names pushed etc. I want to stop it 

during my first entrance to the high school i was the junior and i was bullied by one of the senior of my school when i was against him he called the other bullies and bullied me . being the victim of the seniors i was very sad to join such a school . After reading the pledge and motives to stop bullying by the cartoon network i made a team of the victims like me who has been bullied by the seniors and made a riot against the bullies to stop bullying

http://www.syracuse.com/news/index.ssf/2012/06/old_tormentors_reach_out_to_se.html

Yes that's me!!

I've been struggling with severe depression since last summer when my group of friends suddenly blocked me out. I got in on the wrong crowd and started doing bad things. The misery got so severe that I started obsessing over dying. I didn't ever have a plan, but I just wanted to fall asleep and never wake up. I'd stay up until 3am in my room by myself staring at the clock and breaking down. I turned to nail polish remover and other substances. I didn't want to kill myself, I just wanted to kill the part of me that wasn't right. I mean, something was obviously wrong with me... My friends all left, I stopped enjoying the things I loved, I didn't like eating, I had the biggest house and the most respectable upbringing yet somehow I felt like the poorest person on Earth, and I was alone even when I was surrounded by people. 

I snapped out of it one morning when I was on the bus ride to my high school. I go to school two towns over so it takes about 30-45 minutes to get there. The other kids and I have a mutual understanding about how things go on the bus. I always sit in the back, the boy who always plugs into his iPod for the entire ride sits in front of me, the genius boy who plas dumb always sits across from him, and the Freshman boy who always plays Minecraft sits two seats up from them to the left. When I got on I went straight to my spot, dropped my bag and sat down, not paying attention to what was going on. Even though I knew. It used to happen every single day. It would start with someone making a dumb remark to the Freshman which would always result in him reacting impulsively. Things would escalate until the f-bomb was being tosses around with a mix of nasty jokes about how the boys had slept with the Minecraft player's mother and when he was conceived it was because the condom broke. No body really ever said anything to stop it because it was just joking, right? Everyone knew that the antagonizers hadn't actually slept with the kids mother. Wrong, wrong, wrong. You see the Freshman didn't have a mother that was around. Him and his younger brother lived in a tiny cottage with their grandmother.

For some reason this day was different from all the others. I had woken up from my black-out 15 minutes before I had to leave that morning and I was feeling like I had nothing to lose. So why not empower this kid who had every right to feel 10 times as crappy as I always did. We got off the bus at school and things simmered down, but I thought about that boy all day long. The more I thought about it, the more furious I was at the boys. There was another problem though... these were boys that I called my friends... how in the heck was I supposed to get them to pipe down without them turning on me? Then it struck me! If you can't weaken the offense, you can strengthen the defense. 

When I boarded the bus to go home I didn't return to my usual seat. I plopped down five rows from the back, right next to Minecraft player. He was puzzled, but he didn't say anything he just keep right on clicking away on his laptop computer. I sat across the aisle from him the entire 45 minutes to the first stop over, where we had to get off and board a second bus. When everyone stood to get off, I stopped him. I said, "Dylan... you know those boys who keep bothering you?"
He said, "... Yeah..."
I said, "The next time they talk to you like that, I want you to stop and think to yourself. Think about what must be going on in their lives that would cause them to treat you like that and when you've imagined all that you can, pray for them. And then remember that I'm right there in the back where I always am cursing at them under my breathe."

And he just smiled and then he laughed and then I laughed too. Because all of a sudden we had a mutual understanding. In that moment he realized that he wasn't alone anymore and I did too. By doing something so little to encourage him to go on I also encouraged myself to go on.

And I have ever since.

Thank you for reading.