My bullying journey


In elementary school I was a very great kid, I had good grades, good friends, and everything was great. Once I got to middle school I made a lot of new friends and faded with other of my old ones. The new “friends” ended up bullying me. They would whisper stuff about me, punch me in the stomach, tell people to punch me, and made up rumors that I had lice so no one ever wanted to talk to me. I had no one. And once I was home I pretended to be okay. I didn’t want to be a snitch and tell my parents. Once the day was over I’d cry myself to sleep for hours. I even eventually thought of self-harm. I never had one real friend who was nice, and they would all say it was a “joke”.