Stronger

5th grade was the first year I had ever experienced being bullied. The first year I experienced depression; suicidal thoughts. I didnt know what I did wrong, why I was being treated this way. I realized that the only reason I let what people say get ti me, was because deep down, I believed them. I was not confident in myself. I didnt talk didnt smile. I just wanted to go to bed and never wake up. But as I got older I realzed there is nothing wrong with me.Yeah I’m not the prettiest, or the smartest girl. Wherever I go theres always going to be someone prettier or smarter than me. but that shouldnt affect the way I see myself. In a way I’m glad I was bullied. I wouldnt be as STRONG and CONFIDENT in my self as I am today. In 5th grade I ws bullied. It ws lame to be weird. Now I’m a freshman in highschool, and its cool to be weird.