I'm Clarenz Sim Macaspac This is My story

I My Enrolled On School of My Cousin Because My aunt Told me Protect Her Son (my cousin) 

I Don't Expected He Is Bully But When i Enrolled in section 1 (my cousin Section) 

My cousin Was cried Because He is bullying Of His classmate From the First I Don't protect My cousin Because i'm Afraid because Im not bully From my school 

Next Day 

Recess : I told To my cousin We lunch . while Eating , his classmate Get His Lunch Box 

I get mad 

I put my plate and i throwed To his face . he throwed The fork To my page , I get my cousin's pencil case and i trowed to his face , and he cried 

He told me he will make revenge . so im afraid 

 

I don't You Helped someone but you hurt Someone 

please comment if i right , protected my cousin or im wrong Because i Hurt My classmate

My name is Elizabeth. I am 17 years old. I have been bullied my whole life. I wish I was exaggerating, but I’m not. In lower school, it was always about what I looked like, how pale I was, how my hair looked, how I hung out with only guys. I had no clue that those little things people said would still get to me now. It has tarnished the way I look at myself and has caused me to haveZERO self confidence. For seventh grade I went to a new school because my old school ended in sixth grade. It was a good year until the springtime, when I learned to be careful who you trust. I lost every single one of my friends and it was the first time I had ever stayed home from school because I just could not handle the bullying. Freshman year was perfect, no drama, no bullying, nothing. I even met my best friend. Sophomore was good until around October. I started getting involved in a lot of toxic relationships with guys who really hurt me. This kickstarted my depression. In December, I had just got out of my most toxic relationship and that was when I hit rock bottom. That night was the first night I self-harmed. I could not stop for a good month after that with the self-harming. From then on things got a little better but then spiraled out of control. I lost almost all of my friends, I was failing school, I was being bullied to my face, over blogs, texts, Facebook and twitter. Thankfully the school year ended shortly after that. Summer went by pretty fast and it was probably the best one I had so far. I went back into the school year with high hopes that everyone would be friends again and we could start over. I do not think it was possible for me to be more wrong. The bullying continued, but stronger and more powerful and by more people, and at this point I did not want to attend my school anymore. I told my counselor about the bullying and we decided it would be best for me to get away from everyone for about a week and I went to the beach. I had the best time and forgot about everything. When I came back, reality hit again and I realize my problems were still there. On October 8th, 2013 at 1:05 a.m. I was laying in my bed thinking about my first day back in a couple hours. At 1:25 a.m. I decided I did not want to live anymore, and planned my suicide. I craved the tastes of pills. The only thing that stopped me was the fact that I was exhausted. The next day I told my school counselor about my plan and she imminently referred me to Ridgeview Institute. I was an inpatient for four days and outpatient for three weeks. As bad as it was I learned some very important things that helped me create Life Worth Living.

 

I have now created the anti-bully and anti-suicide campaign called Life Worth Living! Check it out at www.thisismylifeworthliving.com

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I was 14 years old in my eighth grade year in school. I had been getting bullied since kindergarten. I walked into class with my best friend Brittney, we hung our heads down when we noticed the other kids already in the room. The teacher was not there. Brittney and I had been cutters, suicidal, depressed, and had anxiety and bipolar and borderline personality disorder. We wore gloves or long sleeve shirts so the others wouldn't notice, however, my guess is that the others had found out some how. They tackled us down, took off our gloves and saw the cuts. They got up, pointed and laughed at us and began chanting "Emo Freaks" Brittney and I ran to the restroom and hid until it was time for us to be able to go back to class when the teacher was there. We fixed our dark eyeliner we wore everyday to school, and went back to class. The school year went fairly quickly. It was now April 12, 2011, the principal came in and got me and Brittney, we went to his office, in his room there was the school guidance counselor, and a police officer. Someone had over heard us that day at lunch, planning our suicide idea for that night. We were then sent to a hospital in Lincoln. I was later sent to Boys Town and Brittney was sent there after me. It is now my junior year in high school. I attempted suicide in February, I am now in a group home going to a different school where I don't get bullied. My friend Brittney is still in our old school, doing better than I have been, however, she told me she might be going to a foster home. 

From the time I started middle school, I was bullied, a bully, and a bystander. I was called names daily and got attacked on social networks. By 8th grade, I was cutting and contemplating suicide. To make it even worse, my freshman year, I realized I was attracted to girls and I had no idea how to tell my family. Once I came out to my mother, stepfather and sisters that I was lesbian it felt as if a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. But once the people in my school caught wind of this information I was bombarded with harassing statements and rumors daily. I informed my teachers and principal almost daily and was told the same thing everyday, "Sorry, but we can't do anything unless they physically harm you. We have no proof that they were the one who actually said this." So, I moved to California to escape the unfit environment that no one was doing anything about. I had to be someone I wasn't because my good Christian family on my dad's side wouldn't even accept me for who I really was, a lesbian. There I was still bullied for being different and even for being a 'good girl' or 'crazy Christian' even after I had hidden the fact that I was attracted to girls. Even at church I was bullied for being to shy and for being the new kid. I was bullied everywhere, no matter what. My way to cope with being bullied was to become a bully. I turned into a total hypocrite about being gay, lesbian, or bi. I even got to the point to where I was hating myself for ever finding girls attractive. But one day I woke up and realized that I wasn't being a good person and I was doing all the wrong things. I started to accept the fact that I was, and still am, lesbian. I had to learn to love me the way I am because I couldn't change how I felt. I then started to become friends with the people that I bullied after I made amends with them. I was a changed girl forever. I now let everyone know that I am lesbian and that I love myself for who I am and they should to, no matter what others think. Now, as a Junior in High School, I want to take a stand finally and let other kids know that even saying mean and dishonest things about people does effect them, even when you don't think they do. I want everyone to accept to truth and embrace it!(:

i have been bullyed since kindergarten and it sucks so finlly i stand up to some and scared them off i did not rasie a fist i just screamed at them

I am currently a sophomore in high school. Since I was in the sixth grade I have been called names. They called me worthless, fat, whore, slut, emo, suicidal, and a b!tch. I always kept to myself. In the eighth grade I was diagnosed with depression. My doctor recommend me to a higher level doctor. My mom always told me that it was just a part of being a kid. It has gotten worse and it keeps getting worse. Over the last few months I have thought of suicide more than anytime in the past. My parents never listen to what I have to say and when they do they just tell me its a part of growing up. I told a teacher and they didnt do anything. I feel so alone here I just wish I had someone on my side

My name is Matthew and I am 13 years old. I have been bullied ever since year 7/6.  

I was friends with a really popular kid and I was one of the most popular kids in school. I had some awesome friends but I also knew that being friends with these people I am going to have to face the consequence. We all got in trouble for talking and ignoring the teacher, my mom told me not to be friends with them anymore which is what I did. I thought this was one of the biggest mistakes I have ever made but now on this day I am thankful I made that decision. 

It started with rumours, then name-calling, and also embarresment. Nearly half of my year group bullied me, they called me gay, low-life, they said go and die, you don't have a life you loser. It was horrible. One name that hit me the most was gay, that whole word to me makes me feel like my life was a mistake. I have no problem with gay people at all, but when someone calls you a name that you know your not, it really hurts. I have never ever felt so hated in my life before. 

I told all adults but they didn't listen except my parents. They said they hurt me (which they did before in the past) then I should go straight to the Head of Year and if that is not sorted then the Governers step in to investigate. I have also tried to kill myself twice but failed, first one because my parents called me from downstairs and the second one is because a feeling inside of me told me not to. Ever since that last attempt to kill myself I have never tried it again.

From the start of Year 8 all the way up to today I have ignored every name-calling person, it doesn't stop it (for me) but it defenitely calms you down and prevents you from answering back.

My advice to you is:

Becareful of the friends you choose, ignore them, if they do anything to you go straight to an adult who will sort it and if not bring in the parents, don't name-call back because it makes it worse and just focuse on your life not theirs, they're the idiots not you so stay as far away as possible from them.

Hope this helped any victims and also never turn to suicide or self-harm, trust me it is not the right route to go.

She's eleven years old, barely developed but she's taller than most girls her age. She's not the girly type, she'll get down and dirty with the boys; that's why she was teased. She felt ugly inside; unwanted, it made her cry and it pained her parents to see her hurt so badly. They didn't know how she felt though. She turned thirteen, she found a group of friends she could trust with everything. Although everything seemed okay, she didn't realize that her friends were actually talking about her too. Fifteen years old. Young and carefree. She looks back on her previous years, telling herself she wouldn't let it bother. Things come up and the feeling is back again. She closes her eyes and wishes she were dead. Her mother doesn't see it, but of course nobody else does either. Everyday pains her as if she were eleven years old again. She prays to the lord above forgiveness in hope that he'll see her through. Its sad to think that the people who know you the best don't know you at all. She's turning sixteen real soon, I just hope she'll live long enough to see seventeen.

My name is Rachael, I'm 18 years old, turning 19 in just a few short days, and I have a terrible experience to share, but this has a happy ending. I hope my story will encourage you readers that there is life before and after bullying, there is HOPE even in the darkest of times. I give you now the challenge to survive. To show them what you are made of, to NEVER give in. Please read my story and fight, and never stop fighting.

 

I was a loner. I never realized it until later in life, but I always have been a loner. I never had many friends, though I tried so hard to be nice to everyone I've ever met, because my mother always told me to judge one on character and not appearance, but not everyone sees it that way, and I learned that the hard way. My bullying story starts after school, walking home, in 3rd grade. As I was walking, the boys behind me began spitting in my hair and on my clothes, and laughing, saying it made me shiny. (I had very frizzy hair, and my clothes weren't the best) I cried all the way home, not understanding why they'd do such a terrible thing to someone who hadn't done a single thing to them. Things like that, little things, would happen throughout my elementary school years. Middle school was the critical years that changed me forever.

People would tell me to kill myself on a daily basis, they'd call me fat, gross, ugly, they'd throw things in my hair, they'd spit in my hair, groups of students would surround me and call me names, taking turns at putting me down. I'd go home crying every day, most days, before school even began, I'd call my mom who had just dropped me off not 5 minutes before, to come pick me up because the harassment was so severe. Teachers watched it happen, and never did a thing to stop it. I'd beg teachers to move my bullies, and the teachers would tell me to grow up and stop complaining. My grades were going downhill, as was my mental state. I was emotionally exhausted, drained of life, battling my way through each day hoping I wouldn't be noticed or pushed in the hall or called a name, but each day I failed to be unnoticed. Each day, someone always had something to say. At lunch, boys would take the food off of my tray and tell me I didn't need it. In the halls, people would look at me in pure disgust and push me into walls and into others, thinking it was funny. They'd try to trip me, they'd get their friends to laugh and throw things at me. I was the outcast of the entire school and I didn't know what to do. And to make matters worse, they put me in P.E class. I never changed out, never participated, which lead me to failing the course. Throughout the course, the other girls would constantly put me down right in front of the teacher. The teacher would ignore it, and show them my grades, gossiping about how I don't do anything. Every day was pure hell. My mother and I eventually set up a meeting with the guidance councilor and vice principal. I've never seen my mother cry so much in my entire life before that meeting. She explained to them how I cried for hours every day after school, how I missed so many days because I hadn't had the will to get myself out of bed in the morning. She explained to them that her baby girl was on the edge of suicide and she had no idea how to save her.

The vice principal told me to give all the names of the bullies (the list was quite long) and they would never know who told. Well, the day after I told them the names, and the bullies got called to the office one by one, they knew it was me. I had to stay after school so I wouldn't get jumped, and my mom had to park closer to the school so I could easily get in and go home.

Middle school ended, and I was a wreck. I was depressed, lonely, and just barely made it to high school. I was hoping high school would be better, but I was wrong.

High school began, and, though I wasn't getting as severely bullied as I had in middle school, I was still being bullied, but the drama was overwhelming. Girls would spread rumors that I was talking bad about people and that I was a horrible person (I never spoke, I was shy and isolated myself from everyone at all times) and left me friendless. I was lonelier than ever, and spent my days skipping school and crying. I eventually dropped out of high school, leaving behind the pain and sorrow I had always felt.

Bullying has left me with severe depression and anxiety that I cannot control. Dropping out of high school left me feeling empty and left me feeling like a failure. Not only had I been bullied about my weight and appearance, but my home life wasn't so grand either. Parent's fighting, my father being a jerk every day. I felt so useless to them and to myself.

I survived for my mother. Without her, I'd be another suicide statistic. Another lonely soul that only wanted the pain to go away. The pain of bullying is a lasting feeling, especially if it was so severe as mine was, but there is light at the end of the tunnel. If you cannot survive for yourself, survive for your mother, your father, your sister, your brother, your dog, your cat, even your fish. Survive for your FUTURE. Survive for the person you will become, and that person will be awesome. That person has always been you, but that person has been hiding under all the debris and pain of what other people have done. Don't let them take your life. FIGHT FOR YOURSELF. Give yourself a chance. Prove them wrong.

You all can go the distance. Fight through the storm and a beautiful rainbow will be awaiting you! I've been through it, and everything is falling into place. My heart is slowly healing, and my confidence is building. Most importantly, after hating who I was for so long, I finally love and accept myself.

You may lose yourself for awhile, but you will find yourself again. Never give up, friends. Never let other people control your life. Love yourself. Treat yourself good, stay healthy, and survive. I know you can.