When I was in elementary, I never really got the concept of what a bully was. Back then, I witnessed bullying frequently, now that I think about it. I finally, truly understood what bullying was when it happened to me in fifth grade. Fifth grade was a crazy, messed up year for me because that year my father's workplace that he was going to buy burned down. With this happening, my whole family's lives were thrown into chaos. To save money my family passed out hand-me-downs, which caused the other kids at my school to pick on me and tease me. Through out the whole time of me being bullied I kept a journal, which I wrote out my thoughts in. One day I left the classroom during indoor recess and came back to find a boy holding my journal and reading it out loud. He refused to give it back to me even after I begged and pleaded. Once he gave it back to me, he had already read the whole thing aloud and torn up the pages. After that, I experienced bullying almost every day with everyone teasing me about my journal and hand-me-down clothing. Later on, in middle school, it only got worse. Name calling followed me around everywhere I went. I couldn't bare it anymore, and I felt hopeless. The bullying seemed to ease up after eighth grade when I finally trusted a person enough to call them my friend. Even after making more friendships, the words people called me still stick with me to this day. I'm self-concious and feel insecure, all because of what those bullies said to me.

When I started the 7th grade I was excited because I could try out for the basketball team, and my brothers were excited for me as well, they wanted me to show off my moves that they have been teaching me. Well I made the team that year and I thought that this was going to be an awesome year, but after the first game  everything went downhill from there, I don't know why, I was the leading score but I never bragged about It, but the boys basketball team did. My teammates started talking about be making up roomers like how I was poor, and I don't take shower because I stink after a game. It didn’t just stop at the team, it escalated to the whole 7th and 8th grade classes, majority talked about me and the rest sat back and just listened and made faces but didn’t say anything, including sisters but I guess I was wrong. It had gotten to the point to were my brothers joined In saying that my two oldest brothers. I thought brothers were supposed to protect their little I stink as well at home and calling me ugly, they once told me that when we are at school that were not related.   I wrote an "What If?" letter, It said "What If I died would my classmates care, would my family even care?" and "What If I stand up for myself will I get beat down emotionally and physically?" I was hurt and yes I did want die or disappear but then I thought to myself I have something to live for and Its not to please my classmates nor to fit In. and In high school I was never bullied, not once I continued my basketball career as well as my softball as soccer and Tennis career. I’ve made a lot of friends who I Love so dearly and I physical lost three which hurt soo bad, I’ve forgiven the ones who hurt me In Middle school and haven’t held a grudge against them since. Today I’m in college and I’m in training for the 2016 Olympics for Tennis, I’m still living for what I was put on this earth to do, Help people.

 

 

so, yeah hey! i am daisy and today i am gonna share my story  

so my first school was fine but i moved to england in a village called "Wing" it was perfect there but i was name called but i didn't care i had my friends so i was never really sad but my parents split up when i was in year 5 so we moved to wales i hate it here thats when the bullying started they called me "goth" "worthless" and said "go and die" and "its good i cut" :( then i cried every night but it became serious i started self harm but it wasn't cutting into my skin... untill one night... i found sharp glass then i said "i bleed just to know i am alive" but 3 weeks later my bff CJ killed himself i couldnt go to school for 1 week cuz i got facebook comments saying "stay strong" and then i felt like i was okay :/ but when i got to school i got hit and beat up i couldnt stand i knew i wasnt gonna make it to my 11 birthday so i nearly jumped off the viaduct *in maesycwmmer* but i was court bye a 14 year old boy he said "STOP!" and i turned around he was wearing a black hoodie he told me to go home so i did but i wish i just jumped and on monday i got called "fat" and i came home covered in bruses and when my mother saw me she cried it was only the first 10 years of my life and i wanted to die :'( so i listened to beautiful bye christina aguilera and it made me stop and 1 week after that my mother got me to email a person who will help me and i was told i had anxiety but i had someone to talk to well they are famous so yeah but i am not saying *only to make u wanna know :D* but there was always something holding me back from jumping and i was wrong i am gonna make it to my 11 birthday no matter what u say <3 and to all u guys who are getting bulled "Stay Strong" <3 find me on facebook as Daisy Bambury and like a page on  facebook called Stay Strong so yeah that was my story bye love u all <3

my name is Kelly.I've been bullied since 3rd grade. It was hard for me make me any friends. they use to pull my hair break my glasses beat me up. They called me all sorts of names. Told me to kill myself they went as far as shooting me in my back. I've tried to kill myself growing up more than once. Its really hard in  school these day.

i know that it has been a while since i have written any thing, but i just wanted to share what has happend since last time..

i have just finished the first semester of grade 11 and i have failed all of my classes, i went to the the guidence officer at school, and i found out im dyslexic, the bullying is still bad its crazy how intense it still is, and they all have found out that im now dyslexic and things have gotten worse. on a monday i was walking to school and 3 girls were walking behind me yelling at me and calling me names and then they all ran infront of me and started to push me, as soon as i got to school i faked sick and went home, then i didnt go to school for two weeks and now its the holidays which is two weeks...

i also went to the doctor to tell him about everything that is going on and i got told that i have clinical depression and if it gets worse i have to be hospitalized for up to a month.. im on tablets but i still refuse to talk to people about my feelings, cause im scared that people would judge me, is that a normal thing to feel?

all of my friends have left me because of all the bullying and no one wants to be around me any more, and even if i try and talk to them they make up an excuse and walk away.. i just dont know what to do any more, im o over my life and im just tired of people treating me like this!

                                                  BULLING, IT HAS TO STOP - - THE TRUTH ABOUT WHAT'S GOING ON!

Here's my story, it's been a long time coming. As usual I just say what I think, putting it straight between the eyes.

Maybe this will save just one person from going too far. Weather it's the person being tormented or the bullies realizing, maybe their going
to far, along with the teachers. parents. and others that see things they ignore. I've wanted to write about this for so many years. with all these
kids committing suicides and school shootings, etc ... maybe its time to say this.

I know several people will get defensive. For those that do, ask yourself, why your so defensive and then look close to home.
"For those being bullied, please either talk to your parents or write out what's going on to let them know"

I moved from the city (Birmingham) to this small community. people seemed friendly enough. they wanted to meet you and be nice to you.
That was until they realized you were a little different. You didn't care to "hang" in their groups, so to speak. Being in one of the groups
"THE IN CROWD" I called it.

By being in one of these groups you were now one of them, "the in crowd" you could do no wrong in the eyes of the parents, teachers,
preachers. church members, etc .... and if you did, it seemed to be over looked, "their a good kid, they just made a mistake".  So, to their
parents, friends, preacher's. church members. things they hear or see about them, seem to be overlooked more often than not.

By being in one of these groups it usually meant you picked on or made fun other people (just going along with your group, its not really
hurting anyone), it also usually meant you were most likely drinking, smoking pot etc ... (now days other drugs and things more now than then
I suppose). Remember these are the good kids, "the in crowd". They go to church every Sunday, participate in sports and other activities.
They couldn't do anything like this (not as long as they were involved with activities in the community, church, etc ... )

WAKE UP PEOPLE, you can't be that easy to con, you know what's going on, but again. you just choose to ignore it. Because if you say
anything, you won't be part of your "in crowd" any longer. maybe you'll have a conflict with someone in your group because you care enough
to say "stop that, it's not nice or it's wrong", (so are they really your friend). It's time to stand up and say "enough". Speak up on what you
really know, see and think, this has got to stop. If not, your just part of it.

Don't forget. YOU TEACH YOUR CHILDREN TO BE WHO AND HOW THEY ARE by your actions, your words, what you do or do not
accept being said or done.

BY NOT RUNNING WITH "THE IN CROWD", YOU NOW BECOME THE TARGET:
My torment, other than all day verbal abuse and down grading comments in front of everyone, including teachers, parents, etc ... was being
put in lockers with stuff being sprayed though the holes or being picked up by my neck and held up against a wall along with so many other
things I won't get into now, although I will detail just a few later on in this note. ALL this going on while other students AND TEACHERS
walked by. none or which ever once stopped, not once and said. hey, stop that.

I guess they really didn't think I heard their down grading comments about me as I walked by, that really hurt when all I wanted to do was
have friends. Although, if having friends meant being like "the in crowd", I'm glad I only had a few, because they were true friends.

"Friend", isn't that someone who accepts you as you are, not because you do everything or agree with everything they do.
What was worse, no one, other than a few people, 2 in particular. (friend I and friend 2) my whole time this local school stood up and said,
hey stop that, its mean. Friend 1. was one of the "in crowd" and friend 2 was a drop out who had a bad reputation. Although when I hung
around with friend 2 he never, not once did any of the things (drinking, drugs, stealing etc ..) that he had the reputation for, he was just a nice
person who didn't have many friends either. Friend 1. was and I guess to this day is a good person, he saw what was going on and made efforts
to stop it.

My point here is. I guess the people, "the in crowd" had started these rumors. just as they had done with me on a few things to cover their
actions so their parents. teachers and church members would look at other people. like me different. so it would cover what they actually did
when they were out.

After my taste of this, I realized what hypocrites most of these good church going people were and stopped caring anything about church,
school, etc ... I know what type person I am vs. who they really are. Myself, instead of hanging with the in crowd, T worked before and after
school everyday. T just did things right throughout my life and made a very good lite for myself   

 

Here's a few of those other things that just stick out in my mind: ( there are so many others)

Once again, some of the in crowd, were holding me against a wall at the drink machines and taking my money. A teacher walked by, he
stopped and said - "hey if your going to do that, do it where I cant see it". WOW! What kind of statement did that make, guess it's ok to do
it as long as he doesn't see it. I later ask that teacher why he didn't help. I was paddled by him for "questioning" his comment. A very hard
paddle, by today's standards it would be assault. I felt the first hit of the paddle. then my butt went numb. Later that night I looked in the
mirror to see a very black bruised butt. I never said anything to anyone, I regret that to this day.

I wasn't the sports minded type of kid, so again I was not part of the in crowd". During PE I didn't care to play football because the abuse was
extremely hard. the bullies (and of coarse some of the other kids went along with it, I guess so they could feel part of something). They would
ensure I got hit harder over and over. Seems the coach would notice. huh. After this, because I didn't play, I was then punished by the coach,
usually having to stand in one spot holding something heavy for the entire class. I won't get into the things that would happen if I had to use
the shower room with those same bullies.

Later on, a week or so. in that same teachers class (the one from the drink machine) one of the bullies sitting behind me kept slapping the
back of my head while making rude comments out loud about me, I ask the teacher to please move me to another seat, I was told to just deal
with it. So I did, next time he slapped the back of my head I turned around and squarely popped him between the eyes and knocked him out
of his chair. That was the very first time I had ever hit anyone. That's where it got interesting. now with all this going on. the class knew and
most importantly the teacher knew. The bully went to the front of the class and ask the teacher if he could speak with me outside, the teachers
comment again, "Just wait until class is over and deal with it", WOW, another one of those statements just saying it's ok. Later on when we
got out of class. as I expected the bully came after me (with everyone gathering in the hallway to watch), luckily I got a very good punch in and
the bully went down. (although he was getting up a would have pulverized me), but by now another teacher had stepped in. He took us to the
principles office, which keep in mind, also knew all that had been going on the past few years with theses bullies. The principle actually said,
we had to be paddled or suspended, I would not accept either, I was the one being bullied and defending myself. Well, that was my last day in
school, I quit on the spot, I was not going to tolerate being bullied and it being condoned by most everyone.

These are just a few of many things that happened, my point here is. All this was seen and heard by teachers and nothing said or done to
stop it. I guess they were afraid to have any conflict with parents of the popular "in crowd" students, then they would be the outcast or the one
distanced away from the in crowd.

This next part is for those being bullied:
First I'd like to say I fully understand your feelings. wanting things to be over or walking into a school with a AK47. Although that will not
change a thing with these bullies, you'll be the only one noticed and seen as the bad kid with issues, and they will still be doing the same things.

Please just continue doing things right and be patient, things will work out, usually better for you, than for them.

Stay strong, your day will come. Don't be afraid to talk things out with someone. There are people who do care. Actually. after all these years
I came across that teacher and told him what he did, I could clearly see he remembered, he apologized. I felt like so much had been lifted off
my shoulders after that conversation.

I've had a very good life. made a lot of money and pretty much done anything I wanted. By doing the right things and not letting the bullies of
the world get me down. Everyone's situation and lives will be different, just stay strong and do the right things.

One day you'll look back at those that tormented you and laugh.

Do not let them get you down, when they do, they win.

I look around now and see some of "the in crowd" from my school days, I see several of them, grown adults, with nothing to show for
their life, always in trouble with the law, in and out of jail or prison, in and out of rehab, married and divorced multiple times, can't get or keep
a job, back living with their parents, etc ... Several of them seem to get "God" in their life, start preaching, and of coarse passing around the
collection plate.

To me. they WILL ALWAYS be the bully, once things are said or done. they can't be taken back. Don't forget that.

Now to be fair, not everyone that's in a group are bullies. Although, more times than not these other groups saw what was going on and ignored
it, maybe if one of them spoke out or befriended someone they saw being bullied or abused. That would have gone a long way to make a
statement, that its not ok to treat someone like that.

Although, I do admit it feels really good to see how the life of some of those that tormented me in school turned out. So please don't let them
get you down, your life will work out fine. Again. one day you'll look back and laugh at those bullies and pity their unfortunate life's.

                                        PLEASE IF YOUR BEING BULLIED, TALK IT OUT WITH YOUR PARENTS OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW

                                                    BULLING, IT HAS TO STOP - - THE TRUTH ABOUT WHAT'S GOING ON!

Here's my story, it's been a long time coming. As usual I just say what I think, putting it straight between the eyes.

Maybe this will save just one person from going too far. Weather it's the person being tormented or the bullies realizing, maybe their going
to far, along with the teachers. parents. and others that see things they ignore. I've wanted to write about this for so many years. with all these
kids committing suicides and school shootings, etc ... maybe its time to say this.

I know several people will get defensive. For those that do, ask yourself, why your so defensive and then look close to home.
"For those being bullied, please either talk to your parents or write out what's going on to let them know"

I moved from the city (Birmingham) to this small community. people seemed friendly enough. they wanted to meet you and be nice to you.
That was until they realized you were a little different. You didn't care to "hang" in their groups, so to speak. Being in one of the groups
"THE IN CROWD" I called it.

By being in one of these groups you were now one of them, "the in crowd" you could do no wrong in the eyes of the parents, teachers,
preachers. church members, etc .... and if you did, it seemed to be over looked, "their a good kid, they just made a mistake".  So, to their
parents, friends, preacher's. church members. things they hear or see about them, seem to be overlooked more often than not.

By being in one of these groups it usually meant you picked on or made fun other people (just going along with your group, its not really
hurting anyone), it also usually meant you were most likely drinking, smoking pot etc ... (now days other drugs and things more now than then
I suppose). Remember these are the good kids, "the in crowd". They go to church every Sunday, participate in sports and other activities.
They couldn't do anything like this (not as long as they were involved with activities in the community, church, etc ... )

WAKE UP PEOPLE, you can't be that easy to con, you know what's going on, but again. you just choose to ignore it. Because if you say
anything, you won't be part of your "in crowd" any longer. maybe you'll have a conflict with someone in your group because you care enough
to say "stop that, it's not nice or it's wrong", (so are they really your friend). It's time to stand up and say "enough". Speak up on what you
really know, see and think, this has got to stop. If not, your just part of it.

Don't forget. YOU TEACH YOUR CHILDREN TO BE WHO AND HOW THEY ARE by your actions, your words, what you do or do not
accept being said or done.

BY NOT RUNNING WITH "THE IN CROWD", YOU NOW BECOME THE TARGET:
My torment, other than all day verbal abuse and down grading comments in front of everyone, including teachers, parents, etc ... was being
put in lockers with stuff being sprayed though the holes or being picked up by my neck and held up against a wall along with so many other
things I won't get into now, although I will detail just a few later on in this note. ALL this going on while other students AND TEACHERS
walked by. none or which ever once stopped, not once and said. hey, stop that.

I guess they really didn't think I heard their down grading comments about me as I walked by, that really hurt when all I wanted to do was
have friends. Although, if having friends meant being like "the in crowd", I'm glad I only had a few, because they were true friends.

"Friend", isn't that someone who accepts you as you are, not because you do everything or agree with everything they do.
What was worse, no one, other than a few people, 2 in particular. (friend I and friend 2) my whole time this local school stood up and said,
hey stop that, its mean. Friend 1. was one of the "in crowd" and friend 2 was a drop out who had a bad reputation. Although when I hung
around with friend 2 he never, not once did any of the things (drinking, drugs, stealing etc ..) that he had the reputation for, he was just a nice
person who didn't have many friends either. Friend 1. was and I guess to this day is a good person, he saw what was going on and made efforts
to stop it.

My point here is. I guess the people, "the in crowd" had started these rumors. just as they had done with me on a few things to cover their
actions so their parents. teachers and church members would look at other people. like me different. so it would cover what they actually did
when they were out.

After my taste of this, I realized what hypocrites most of these good church going people were and stopped caring anything about church,
school, etc ... I know what type person I am vs. who they really are. Myself, instead of hanging with the in crowd, T worked before and after
school everyday. T just did things right throughout my life and made a very good lite for myself   

 

Here's a few of those other things that just stick out in my mind: ( there are so many others)

Once again, some of the in crowd, were holding me against a wall at the drink machines and taking my money. A teacher walked by, he
stopped and said - "hey if your going to do that, do it where I cant see it". WOW! What kind of statement did that make, guess it's ok to do
it as long as he doesn't see it. I later ask that teacher why he didn't help. I was paddled by him for "questioning" his comment. A very hard
paddle, by today's standards it would be assault. I felt the first hit of the paddle. then my butt went numb. Later that night I looked in the
mirror to see a very black bruised butt. I never said anything to anyone, I regret that to this day.

I wasn't the sports minded type of kid, so again I was not part of the in crowd". During PE I didn't care to play football because the abuse was
extremely hard. the bullies (and of coarse some of the other kids went along with it, I guess so they could feel part of something). They would
ensure I got hit harder over and over. Seems the coach would notice. huh. After this, because I didn't play, I was then punished by the coach,
usually having to stand in one spot holding something heavy for the entire class. I won't get into the things that would happen if I had to use
the shower room with those same bullies.

Later on, a week or so. in that same teachers class (the one from the drink machine) one of the bullies sitting behind me kept slapping the
back of my head while making rude comments out loud about me, I ask the teacher to please move me to another seat, I was told to just deal
with it. So I did, next time he slapped the back of my head I turned around and squarely popped him between the eyes and knocked him out
of his chair. That was the very first time I had ever hit anyone. That's where it got interesting. now with all this going on. the class knew and
most importantly the teacher knew. The bully went to the front of the class and ask the teacher if he could speak with me outside, the teachers
comment again, "Just wait until class is over and deal with it", WOW, another one of those statements just saying it's ok. Later on when we
got out of class. as I expected the bully came after me (with everyone gathering in the hallway to watch), luckily I got a very good punch in and
the bully went down. (although he was getting up a would have pulverized me), but by now another teacher had stepped in. He took us to the
principles office, which keep in mind, also knew all that had been going on the past few years with theses bullies. The principle actually said,
we had to be paddled or suspended, I would not accept either, I was the one being bullied and defending myself. Well, that was my last day in
school, I quit on the spot, I was not going to tolerate being bullied and it being condoned by most everyone.

These are just a few of many things that happened, my point here is. All this was seen and heard by teachers and nothing said or done to
stop it. I guess they were afraid to have any conflict with parents of the popular "in crowd" students, then they would be the outcast or the one
distanced away from the in crowd.

This next part is for those being bullied:
First I'd like to say I fully understand your feelings. wanting things to be over or walking into a school with a AK47. Although that will not
change a thing with these bullies, you'll be the only one noticed and seen as the bad kid with issues, and they will still be doing the same things.

Please just continue doing things right and be patient, things will work out, usually better for you, than for them.

Stay strong, your day will come. Don't be afraid to talk things out with someone. There are people who do care. Actually. after all these years
I came across that teacher and told him what he did, I could clearly see he remembered, he apologized. I felt like so much had been lifted off
my shoulders after that conversation.

I've had a very good life. made a lot of money and pretty much done anything I wanted. By doing the right things and not letting the bullies of
the world get me down. Everyone's situation and lives will be different, just stay strong and do the right things.

One day you'll look back at those that tormented you and laugh.

Do not let them get you down, when they do, they win.

I look around now and see some of "the in crowd" from my school days, I see several of them, grown adults, with nothing to show for
their life, always in trouble with the law, in and out of jail or prison, in and out of rehab, married and divorced multiple times, can't get or keep
a job, back living with their parents, etc ... Several of them seem to get "God" in their life, start preaching, and of coarse passing around the
collection plate.

To me. they WILL ALWAYS be the bully, once things are said or done. they can't be taken back. Don't forget that.

Now to be fair, not everyone that's in a group are bullies. Although, more times than not these other groups saw what was going on and ignored
it, maybe if one of them spoke out or befriended someone they saw being bullied or abused. That would have gone a long way to make a
statement, that its not ok to treat someone like that.

Although, I do admit it feels really good to see how the life of some of those that tormented me in school turned out. So please don't let them
get you down, your life will work out fine. Again. one day you'll look back and laugh at those bullies and pity their unfortunate life's.

                                        PLEASE IF YOUR BEING BULLIED, TALK IT OUT WITH YOUR PARENTS OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW

Hello reader. So here's the story of me from the past eight years until the present day. It all starts with the transition from 4th grade in elementary school to 5th grade in middle school. It always seemed to be like just a simple move to another school. It turns out that for many like me, we have found out that this is not nearly the case. In actuality, changing locations from one school to another was the most minor change. Instead, the people I knew and thought were friends made the most change to their own personalities and in turn, myself.

The first four months of this new building with all the same and new people (since my district had two elementary schools that fed into one middle school at 5th grade), life was as normal as could be. I had all the same friends and some new ones from the other school who combined with us. I continued to do well in my academics and I thought socially as well. By December of that same year, I had no real friends and absurd rumors were spreading throughout my fellow classmates about me. I really don't like talking about the rumors these kids spread about me, but it dealt with someone's idea that "hey, I think he may be gay" at lunch in that fifth-grade December day - the rumor also turned out to be and still is completely false. I digress, but as spring rolled around, found myself sitting and eating lunch with people I used to be friends with and would hope they would change again. I stood outside by myself at recess like the outcast I was perceived to be and even had to do group projects in classes by myself (even when we had assigned groups from the teacher) because of fellow classmates' absurd beliefs but was never questioned why I never had a partner for the four years I had to deal with this.

These issues continued and grew into some of the ones saw in Bully.  The bullying transpired through different classmates and different mediums, through the different names and sub-rumors, I still found some sort of courage to push through the names and attacks. From having to walk home with sharpie and highlighter marks across the back of my neck and shirts to sometimes crying myself to sleep at night in fear of going to school the next day for what kids - fellow classmates and even people I considered close friends just a year prior - would do or say to me the next day. My guidance counselor at the time was quite lazy in pursuing the main perpetrators and I soon lost hope in having the school end what has been happening to me within its walls for four years. As these kids slowly matured (behind the rest of us non-bullies), the physical bullying slowly ended. The bullying, however, didn't just span this rumor, it manifested into a tormenting entity that affected me in all aspects - from my academics, to music and playing the Horn, making friends, joining clubs and activities.

It was only after joining Facebook late into eighth grade that I learned about a new side to this bullying. It turned out that there were pictures of me from recess in fifth, sixth, seventh, and earlier in eighth grade year with sickening tags and comments put in about me; these photos and comments came up on my newsfeed as the first post on Facebook I had ever saw. The photos were all reported and the owner of the photos cleared all the tags and comments, later deleting the photos themselves. At the end of the year, getting yearbooks should be a fun and enjoyable time, but turned out for me instead to be a painful one. In both fifth and eighth grade, I had bought a yearbook to have friends sign them. Those yearbooks instead, were unknowingly taken by unwanted signers after a friend had signed it. Those yearbooks are either stowed away somewhere in my house or are rotting away in a dumpster; I haven't the slightest clue or concern about it thought. Sadly, the pain and torment followed me both outside of school and to high school.

I had joined the Boy Scouts in 6th grade to help my friend meet a requirement for an upcoming rank he was attempting to obtain. It turned out that several of the kids in that troop were also from my school (and other schools in our area). Sadly, like middle school, those kids had spread the rumors throughout the boys in our troop and made my time there miserable. The old scoutmasters at the time were too lazy to be able to take care of stopping such events for it seemed commonplace among young boys to them they would tell me. I lost interest in scouting and stopped early on in eighth grade, only moving up two ranks in the two-and-a-half years I was there

Moving to high school was a transition I had dreamed of since fifth grade, but also dreaded. My perspective on the new move was tainted like that of the move to middle school four years prior. I had found myself also beginning to become conflicted with other personal issues, like my parents attempting to work out a divorce during eighth grade, among others. The funny thing, recalling on these events approximately four years later now, is that no matter how hard I tried, it took eight years for my bullying to stop and I had to do try to stop it all on my own like many others.High school was an interesting time for me. Since I kept up my really good grades through all of the bullying and other issues, I am fortunate enough to be placed into honors and higher-level courses with smarter and more intelligent kids who could see beyond four-year-old rumors.

High school is the place where everything slowly came to a crawl with the bulling. Ninth grade was a haven for me, but I still faced several issues and problems each week - but was nothing like in middle school. Tenth and eleventh grade years went by just the same, but I had still lost connection with all my past elementary and middle school friends caught up in the lunchtime rumors. It doesn't matter though, it's been eight years since that rumor started and they still haven't matured since fifth grade. Anyway, in high school I had begun to finally pursue my passions fully - the sciences and music. The bullying I faced coming off playing the Horn and just the general rumors about me had really affected my interests in music during middle school, but I also pushed through that too. I ended up being one of just a select few kids from my school to ever attend three district bands (like an honors band where students are hand-selected) in 6-8th grade, but the bullying never stopped that. If anything, the bullying is what helped me push myself to show that I'm better than what those kids say about me. Anywho (I promise to stay on track from now on :P), my passions that I had started to become interested in during middle school had taken off once I got the chance to explore them in high school. I joined an academic club in 7th grade and have pursued my interests in the sciences with it. I have faced bullying from that too, but that can be another story [when it comes down to it, a fellow member tried putting down research I was conducting with world-renowned laboratories because her project on horse sperm wasn't working out as she planned and I think she was just jealous of what I was doing and had no way of expressing it than by being negative].

So here we are, in the present day. By now, some of the title may make sense. It's been eight years after my first real bullying incident began and took off, but sadly, the effects of eight years of constant bullying have taken its toll on me. Like a non-invasive surgery, someone on the outside can't see all of what's been done and the damage that I've sustained. From all the bullying and problems stemming from it, I am now extremely socially awkward; I am that guy who doesn't go to parties or other social activities that much (or if at all) and can't make new friends easily, along with other social-related things. In addition to that, it's led to the development of quite bad anxiety and sometimes depression. It's gotten to the point of having to control it medically because of what kids had said and done and how the long-term effects are still ongoing.

Bullying really is a serious issue and by no means can be ignore. I stand by this campaign and what it stands up for and fights against; I stand up for those like me who are or have been bullied in any way, shape, or form, because it truly is an unacceptable thing to be doing at such a crucial point in our lives. It's ruined and has even stopped lives from continuing just because of what people think they can say and do to someone. Some may think bullying just affects a person in the present and it's possible to overcome, but as seen in Bully and in my own life and many others out here on this sight, it's a horrible turning point in many lives and it needs to be changed.

P.S. Thanks for reading this in all its entirety if you did! It really does mean a lot to me.

Ever since i was 4 years old ive been bullied and im 13 now ive been called everything bitch, whore, slut, thot, idiot, stupid, dumb, freak, lardo, skank, fat, ugly, trash, a waste, meth smoker, cunt, loser, attention whore, and that i stunk, and other stuff but i cant quite remember but its still unacceptable. Im a cutter ive had  suicidal thoughts and attempts when i was in school i would get pushed around i would get pushed down i would get laughed at im not like other girls i have a little bit of weight but then i got home schooled but its continuing on facebook in groups im in. I try not to let it get to me but its hard i had a boyfriend and once i got so suicidal i was saying my goodbyes then he came into my life and he didnt know i was suicidal at the time but he somehow talked me out of it and he has helped me and saved me ever since but we broke up he called my cousin hotter and called me fat ugly and stupid said he would choose her over me and now he said he loves me and he was tired and stupid i dont know if i should take him back but when i was in regular school i would come home with cuts and bruises up and down my arms and legs i was taking 10 showers a day i was red my mom asked me why and i told her with tears in my eyes why and she pulled me out of school but now i get bullied at home on facebook and i cry myself to sleep at night. I thought i had friends they all turned their back on me stabbed me in the back plunged a dagger through my heart. Ive been told to go kill myself at least 200 or 300 times im not exaggerating i only have friends on facebook i skype and oovoo with but i dont have any other friends. 

Ever since i was 4 years old ive been bullied and im 13 now ive been called everything bitch, whore, slut, thot, idiot, stupid, dumb, freak, lardo, skank, fat, ugly, trash, a waste, meth smoker, cunt, loser, attention whore, and that i stunk, and other stuff but i cant quite remember but its still unacceptable. Im a cutter ive had  suicidal thoughts and attempts when i was in school i would get pushed around i would get pushed down i would get laughed at im not like other girls i have a little bit of weight but then i got home schooled but its continuing on facebook in groups im in. I try not to let it get to me but its hard i had a boyfriend and once i got so suicidal i was saying my goodbyes then he came into my life and he didnt know i was suicidal at the time but he somehow talked me out of it and he has helped me and saved me ever since but we broke up he called my cousin hotter and called me fat ugly and stupid said he would choose her over me and now he said he loves me and he was tired and stupid i dont know if i should take him back but when i was in regular school i would come home with cuts and bruises up and down my arms and legs i was taking 10 showers a day i was red my mom asked me why and i told her with tears in my eyes why and she pulled me out of school but now i get bullied at home on facebook and i cry myself to sleep at night. I thought i had friends they all turned their back on me stabbed me in the back plugged a dagger through my heart.