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My friends who turned on me
Anonymous

Before I start, i want to point some things out. Personally i dont think i have done anything wrong but again that is my opinion.

So when i was in grade 5, I was one of the most popular kids in school. But unlike other kids who are good at sports or their family is known for something or maybe they are down right famous, i was known for being nice. I would always give spare change to basically everyone in my school and buy them things if they wanted. I would give them food when they really wanted or needed it, i never made fun of people and even invited most people (even the ones I didn’t really like) to my birthday parties. Honestly, everyone followed me around. But after grade six hit, most of my best friends turned on me. Not that they suddenly started beating me up or anything. This was all mental abuse. They started calling me names. Ugly, Disgusting, they even started using homophobic slurs. They also would push me randomly, be mean while im minding my own business and calling me a monster just because I had asked them if they want to maybe do something after school. It wasnt too long until basically every single one of my friends turned on me and started doing the same thing they were doing. In the midst of this, i still had 5 or 6 friends who were truely my best friends. All of grade six was like this. Me going to school, getting bullied incredibly badly, me coming home thinking it was my fault and not doing anything to fix it. And i admit, that was completely my fault. Also I still gave them food and did what I had done in 5th grade. Basically I was being nice and they were being mean. Again, my fault for being nice when they were being mean. Anyways, when grade 7 had started, I thought it had been better because all the other jerks were in another class. But it just got worse. Then they started to talk behind my back. Saying everything they had said to my face but a lot worse. This kept on going for another 2 or 3 months until I was playing an online video game with some of my ACTUAL friends  who were nice to me up to that point. I was playing with me Best friend. Another one of my best friends. An annoying friend who was still nice at the time and my now best friend who was at his house. They decided to remove me from the party and play split screen with another controller I was begging them not to and everyone but my now best friend were responding with slurs and then they kicked me out. I instantly left the discord call and then saw them spam in the chat more slurs. I shut off my computer and started crying incredibly hard. Like i honestly felt like my eyes were flowing in a river (weird but whatever). When I returned they still made fun of me and yea thats basically how it went. Im now in 8th grade and im 14 years old but the bullying hasnt stopped and I still think it might be my fault.

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It takes pressure to make diamonds.
Anonymous

It’s a long one, but here goes:
in my Montessori school, I was constantly being bullied since elementary school. You see, my teeth used to to (and still does) buck out, and I hated (still do) myself for it. I always thought it was all my fault that I was as ugly as I was. People called (still do) me terrible names like “buck toothed beaver” and “ugly”. Some people would take the extra mile of hurting me to make me upset, by throwing me into aquaponic systems (look it up) and throwing things at me on purpose (like footballs and books and occasional flying water bottle). They chair me (when the pull the chair from beneath you) and put me in headlocks. I remembered one time when I had to lock myself in the girls bathroom to keep myself from being hurt by bullies. I started getting sick of having people push me around and crying every day that I started to tell the principal and most teachers, but they mostly sat and watched (except the principal; he just used the same punishments), which made me ANGRY. I started to think that it was my fault that the grown ups wouldn’t do anything about it, and I fell into a depression for months. I would randomly burst out crying and I would isolate myself from people because I didn’t trust a single person in class. I was miserable, and I wish I would have toughened up sooner. I frequently talked to my Mom and Dad about my bullying issues and they listen respectfully. They always tell me that “pressure makes diamonds”. I later realized that they recycled that from that Chris Rock comedy skit, but it was still true. Pressure DOES make diamonds, and people being nice to me wasn’t the answer. People like me NEED a chance to get a kick of the real world to know how to deal with mean people at your job. Sure, they won’t trip you or throw chairs at your head, but people are mean, like it or not. To all you other 6, 7, and especially 8th graders, hear me out:

It’s time to be a diamond. Shine bright.
P.S: I have braces now, so my teeth are being fixed!

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WHY DOES EVERYBODY BULLY ME
Anonymous

WHEN I AM FRIENDS WITH SOMEBODY THEY SUDDENLY DISAGREE WITH ME AND WHISPER AGAINST ME

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My life
Anonymous

Hi my name is Hannah I have been bullied so many times.When I was in 6th grade one time I was really fat everyone came to me asking if I was pregnant then I lost weight people stop saying things about how I might have been pregnant. I finally got in 7th grade people called me so many things. They still do and Iḿ in 9th grade it sucks I don´t know what to do I´m just glad I have someone that I really care about.

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It lasted about 7-8 years
Anonymous

I was about in first grade when it all started. My doctors had told me I have hypothyroidism for people who don’t know this is something that can cause you to gain weight very quickly. When I started getting bigger the kids would mess with me about it but I’d shove it off but eventually one of the kids started hitting me. The one kid started a trend in the school my bullying got worse to the point that I hated life school and everything . I can actually remember a time when I was shoved down into a bunch of desks in the middle of class and my teacher walked up and shook her head at me and walked away. My cousins actually had joined in on this and one day when I was riding my bike down their road they hit me with fishing poles right down my back . I still to this day wish things would’ve been different in my life because growing up like that has made it hard to make friends. But one thing I was able to do for myself is try to forgive these people because if I wouldn’t have I felt it would’ve continued the pain.

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Everybody is at fault
Anonymous

I am an 18 year old boy and currently in my final year of high school.First off i want to say that i am a delinquent or a badboy or whattever you call it..but…I dont do drugs nor do i bully people(As far as i know).I have faced bullying ever since i was a little kid..yep..pretty much from my first year of school(4 or 5 years old).And when i moved to a new school next year….the bullying got worst especially since im a new kid i got made fun of…and during my childhood till my 10th grade…i was a very quite kid….socially awkward.And as the years passed by the bullying grew worse…in ways that hurt me both physically and mentally.When i was in the 7th grade i was constantly called names and always being picked on especially because of my size.I didnt know why they always pivked on me.I had some friends who were bigger than me but they didnt do anythingto help me,i knew they were scared too. One day when i couldnt take it anymore..i broke out crying at home in front of my mom.She kept asking me and i told her the reason,the reason why i was afraid to go to school😢😢.She went to my school without my knowledge and met the teachers…and i know some of you will not be surprised when i say things only grew worse from there.One of the teachers called me out in front of everyone and started scolding me basically telling everyone in the class that i snitched.The bullies in my class confronted me and so the bullying escalated.From that point on…i didnt trust anyone and hated everyone…my teachers…my school..even my parents and i got severe depression which i hid from everyone else.And that was the year that i started going ‘bad’.I started becoming rebellious….i also became more antisocial and loved books more than i loved people..and when i say books…not my school syllabus…story books..comics.And as the years passed by i faced a lot of humiliations but things got a lottle better when i became a delinquent…maybe because some people were scared of me.From my 8th grade till my tenth grade.I picked fights with any and everyone who stared at me the wrong way….but deep inside i was still scared of my bullies even though i stood up to them and they backed off, bullying still happened once in a while like name calling.I hurt my family through my rebellious acts and i hung out with a bad crowd who liked to pick fights with people.Till this day i still do though i have begun to develop more social abilities and have become more popular.But my insecurities have not gone away though i have a lot of friends and i have a reputation as a tough guy.The bullying and pain that i have felt through all these years still haunts me. My point is Bullying and society have made me this way.If my teachers or just anyone had done something all those years ago i might not have been so awkward among crowds,i might not feel so much insecurity that i wanna die sometimes.WE SHOULD STAND UP TO OUR BULLIES.IF A BULLY HITS YOUR FACE,DONT SHOW THE OTHER CHEEK BECAUSE IT DOESNT WORK AND IF SOMEHOW,YOUR SICIAL STATUS GROWS,DO NOT BULLY OTHERS TO FIT IN,INSTEAD STAND UP FOR THEM AND IF YOU ARE AN ADULT DO SOMETHING TO STOP THIS CYCLE OF BULLYING BECAUSE ITS DESTROYING OUR LIVES.THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR BULLYING.Thats all i wanna say,thank you.

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The Numbers 9 and 15
Anonymous

I was bullied for 9 years by 15 different people. It started out as just teasing and calling me names, but then it started getting worse as rumors started going around about me. The rumors started when a boy touched me and a girl saw. After that people started to call me ” the slutty fake.” I started to become very isolated from people and eventually I faded away into a deep dark hole. Guys started to come up to me and I remember one specific guy came up to me and gave me $10 to “strip” for him. This happened with 15 different guys. they not only did that, they beat me up and called me names. I eventually found a group of kids that didn’t care about the rumors and learned to love me for me. I now am in high school, but I have flashbacks and certain words will trigger my emotions. I have trust issues when it comes to guys getting near me. I am currently taking steps to help with this and I am starting by taking my body back. The numbers 9 and 15 have become apart of me and in some crazy way, it makes me a stronger woman and it pushes me to become the happy, beautiful, crazy, fun, independent girl I once was.

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I don’t know what to do
Anonymous

Ever since yr 3 I’ve been bullied and now I’m in yr 6 it’s even worse. This group of girls and some boys r fat shaming me and two boys r calling me names. I’ve started cutting and I’ve tried to get help from friends but it isn’t working. Every night I’d write something down in my journal cause it was one of the tips given to not wanna commit suicide. But it hasn’t really worked and I’m crying myself to sleep and still cutting myself. Ive only just turned 12 like 2 weeks ago.

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life in midlle school
Anonymous

hey, when i got to seventh grade i was mistreated by my classmates, they called me names, i cry everyday i even told the school’s psychologist she said ignore them i tried, but didn’t succeed

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Bullied
Anonymous

I wasn’t really getting bullied like at all but some people did do and say some stuff that hurt my feelings. one time was when I was in summer school I was called a boy because of what I was wearing but they new I was a girl. And my someone in my class always hurts or kicks me and thinks that me and her are friends we are not she always hits me and sometime I yell at her to stop and she doesn’t stop.

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