Real Teens Speak Out

When I was in fourth grade I was a bully. I hate myself for it I really do. I reduced this one kid to tears almost everyday. She ended up forgiving me and now we’re best buds. I was a bully cause I was going through some tough times at home. I know that’s not an excuse. I hate that I was a bully, sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve to live cause I was a bully . I don’t think I deserve to be happy, why should I deserve to smile when I made someone’s life a living hell.Some people tell me that I changed and I should forgive myself but, I still can’t help hating my self. Being a bully was probably the worst experience in my life. I was an idiot when I was younger.

never give up

They will beat us and hurt us but never will make us give up cause we got to keep fighting for the ones we love and around us

The danger

So ever since i was in kindergarten, i was getting bullied and it has not stopped. I have been getting bullied for 8 years and it has not stopped. In 5th grade, a girl named sandra came up to me and picked me up by my coat during recess and threw me and slammed me on the ground and then people started to laugh at me while i was in pain crying i had to go home. After that, i changed schools and it has gotten worse. In 6th grade i was pushed around lockers and people punched me really hard in the eye and got tripped a lot. Ever since then i have been scared of people. They don’t know who i am or what my story is.

Your Not Alone

I am a sophomore in high school and it’s sad to say bullying could follow you no matter what grade your in. Me as individual has been bullied like many others, and it hurts because things people say could really effect you. I’ve been called names I’ve been made fun of so yes I know how it feels.Some people even feel alone at times,and don’t share how they feel with others witch could lead into bigger problems such as self harm, and from a personal experience that isn’t any better. If you need help get it because your worth much more then you think,and don’t think no one cares about you because someone always will. Stay on the positive side remember your never alone.

Somebody Has To Stop Bullying

OK. I’ll tell the short version. I’m 13 years old and 170 cm 64 kilo. (And I’m from Turkey). So many people bullied me and they’re still doing that. Joking about me, calling fat, ugly and more. I sucked at my lessons because of them. I’m talking to myself and thats insane. I have a normal kilo but I’m not like "Victoria’s Secret Angels" so I’m trying lose weight. I’m always (at home, secretly) crying. At school, no one cares. At home my paremts already have no idea about I’m crying. I’ll go to hospital for my problems. And I know that bullying has to end. Jokes should be funny but they’re not.

Secretly mean

A lot of times bullying may seem obvious but really, it’s not. I used to be friends with this girl who would lie to me, take advantage of me, and get fake mad at me ( she happened to know that I’m sensitive ) just to bug me. My other friend told me that she didn’t exactly trust this girl, but she told me she would still accept our so called friendship. One day she exposed her inner bully. Her and some other girls started teasing me a lot, after that, it was obvious that she wasn’t a real friend

I am being bullied

iI am being bullyed and my friends are too. I cant deal with it.We can put a stop to bullying in my school, so if your being bullied, it is not your fault your perfect the way you are.

Why am I stupid?

There are these girls in my yearbook class that make me feel stupid. They laugh at my ideas, look at me like I’m stupid or crazy and talk down to me. I go home and cry when I’m alone and I want to hit something sometimes because of them. I hate it, the teacher sits there and does nothing.m the only 9th grader that puts enough pressure on me.

owls

I have always loved owls but…
I get bullied for liking them because kids at work think they are horrible.

Perfect is Everyone

My story is really sad. When I’m in 3rd grade, I don’t have any real friends. The kids always make fun of me for my weird personality. They always call me "squeaky voice" and "weirdo". When I’m in my room, I always sob in the inside and every day, I cannot escape the torture. In 6th grade, on my birthday, boys at PE made fun of me and I eventually lost it. I came home in tears because of those jerks. But, in 7th grade, my sister and I bond and she inspire me to see myself as a wonderful being. If it wasn’t for her, I would never feel special. Now because I’m being myself, I have real friends to accept me for who I am. I am telling a very important message: all the people who are going through this horrible crisis, you are perfect in your own way. You don’t need to worry what others think of you because you are a somebody on your own. Perfect is everyone