My story I guess

Where do I start? I’ve pretty much been bullied my entire life, starting from kindergarten to now. In kindergarten I was left out of people’s groups and I had no one else to play with except for my My Little Ponies and Bratz dolls. In 3rd grade my first bully started making my life miserable and I would always go home crying, and I wouldn’t tell my parents what happened. The only years where I didn’t have to deal with any bullying was in 4th and 6th grade. Those were the golden years, I guess. 5th grade, in my opinion, was a year that I’ll always look back on and it’s gut wrenching to me. I started talking to one of my classmates, and soon we became friends. Then, all of a sudden, she and her other friends would make snide jokes about me, and I’d laugh along too, not knowing that I was the butt of the joke until after the fact. When I found out, I basically told them that if they didn’t accept me for who I really was, then I wouldn’t be their friends anymore. Then they decided to stop being friends with me, and I sat alone at recess once again. Our friendship was on again and off again, until the main girl decided to start bullying me on a repeated basis, and at one point she even wanted to fight me, but it never happened. It always seems like other kids are the worst in 7th grade. I was in a group of particularly popular girls, and one day they decided to oust one of my friends from the group, and I was the only one who sat with her during lunch. It seemed like we were all friends again, until this one particular Friday. The girls in the group told me that they didn’t want to be friends with me anymore, which left me running off in tears. Luckily, I found a group of other girls who weren’t as catty and fickle. 8th grade started, and the bullying came from a boy in my class this time.  And he decided to make me one of his targets for bullying. He also picked on other girls too, but I was usually the brunt of it. M would always call me ugly and stupid, and made fun of my “stare”, I guess. He would always call me curse words and other horrible things, and he would try to “neck” me, which at my school meant that you would hit someone on the back of the neck. This went on until the end of the year, and I felt as if I’d found a reprieve. 9th grade started, and it was pretty much a repeat of 5th and 7th grade, and this time yet another group of friends didn’t want me to hang out with them because I was “too weird”. I was actually diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome and I had high-functioning autism, and I don’t know if it contributed to that. I don’t even want to get into the rest because it’ll sound like I’m repeating myself. Now that 10th grade has started, some of it has died down. Except for the fact that I’ve gotten food thrown at me twice this week when I sat with my genuine friends during lunch. I guess I’ll always be everyone’s personal punching bag.