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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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Moments
Anonymous

When I was in 3rd grade some boy in my class started to call me a monster I didnt stand why tho and never will not only that but he told me he was going to tell his mom that I was bullying him. ( Don’t bully anybody your just going to make it worst for them.)

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born in the wrong time……….
Anonymous

Okay so when i was in 4th grade there was this kid, lets just call him Mike, well anyway mike was never really fond of me in fact he would push me of the slide at recess call me “fat” “ugly” “worthless”, around the same time i was going through a loss in my family. Our dog had just passed away, when i first found out, i was hit with a very emotional break down. My dog was like my best friend, the only friend i had until i was 9. From then on i was known as the “Emo Kid” if someone were to even talk to me i would flip out on them. After that the bullying continued, i was picked on until 6th grade. It still kinda happens but not as much, and now i know how to defend myself. So i guess my life isn’t all bad, but i still have trust issues and i will still flip out on people if they get in my space.

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cyber bullying is wrong
Anonymous

hey when i was in elementary 4th grade i talked about someone i said it was as a joke but people cant take jokes so they go tell this one girl and now i have beef with them and she gets her friends and picks on me or the few days i ignore it as nothing but it just gets worse they would tell me to go kill myself and i look like a bullfrog my own friend back fire at me they said to stop acting tough around my crush and i tell them im not acting tough and then my crush said i looked ugly i thought wow my crush doesnt like me i run to the bathrooms to cry my best best friend come to support me and say they arn’t worth the time and they arn’t worth the tears so the next day comes and i see the girls coming out of the bathroom and they see me and yelled at me to come and i walked really fast and went to my class and cried silently to myself in a small corner where i told my teacher to me i felt like nothing in the world matter

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Words do hurt
Anonymous

I minded my own business in 8th grade, just doing as I was told. One day a kid I didn’t like (insults me all the time) took away my backpack and change of clothes. He then preceded to fling me across the hallway and slam me against the wall. I suffered a concussion and I was unconscious for several hours. He was dealt with (suspension & police involvement) and I still see him every day now, and I just ignore him.

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Because of a simple rumor
Anonymous

When I was 16 , I moved to a new high school . Everything was seems good and lots of people like me and lots of them don’t. To be honest and not praising myself , I’m quite beautiful and fun . So one of the girl got jealous of me and make a rumor about me . Everyone in the school believe it . I got hates everywhere ; from my batchmates , seniors and even juniors . Since it was a boarding school , I have to face people 24/7 and I could not run away . I eat alone everyday . No one bothers to join me. I keep getting hate letters and everyone calling me names . I lost all my confidence . When I can’t take it anymore , I meet the school counselor and unfortunately she doesn’t believe a thing I said and told me that I was making up stories . I feel so sad that my heart felt like being stabbed numerous time . Once , I received like certification of my grades , I was called upon the stage to review the present . I was being booed by the whole students in front all the teachers . But no one stood for me . No one stop the scene. No one . I’ve been humiliated in front of thousands of people but no one there to save me . There’s one time I left my belongings in my class . When I returned , someone had smashed all of it . It really breaks my heart because my father bought it for me using his hard work . I come from a poor family so the pain is greater to see that . I remember taking off my shoes to go to a special room but when I come out to put on my shoes , someone had already throw it away . I’ve graduated but I’m still depressed . I have trauma everytime I get on stage because I’m afraid someone booed me . Plus , during senior prom ; lots of students voted me for “the most hated girl”

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Words do hurt
Anonymous

Hi, I’ve been bullied all my life. It didn’t really get bad until 5th grade. People started to parade rumors about me, call me names, and hurt me. This one time I sat at this table near this girl, and she told me, “No one likes you. Everyone hates you, no one will sit by you.” Then she walks over to this other table and said that she hated me. And the others girls said yeah we hate her too. And they talked about how much they hated me. And 6th grade wasn’t any better. People would isolate me and tell me that I smelled horrible. That my shoes were stupid that I was stupid and I didn’t matter and that I had lice and ate it and was made fun of for my disabilities. In 8th grade it started to get worse again people accused me of looking at other girls and being gay. Told me to my face that they’d have to switch classes because I was in there, they would hit me, throw stuff at me and would scoot away from me if I sat near them. In 9th grade a girl accused me of stalking her when I was just trying to go to class. Told all her friends and they harassed me. When I did nothing, I’d tell teachers about it and when they confronted her she laughed at them and said that she didn’t know what they were talking about. And after that she would go tell more people. And then the next year she told people that she had to move because of me. And I didn’t even know her at all we just had some classes together and sat next to each other! And then in 10th grade, a friend of the girl decided to tell her friends that I was checking her out and tried to hurt her. She said this while laughing. And I told the teacher and she got confronted and said she had no idea what she was talking about. Then people would ruin my stuff and call me pervert. And this year another friend of the girl told people I was stalking him. When we had most of the same classes together and near each other! I was done and upset that had to get pulled out of school. And I never did anything to these people, I have no idea on why they targeted me. But now I can’t go anywhere without being super paranoid or looking over my shoulder.

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Anonymous

when I was still in middle school, I knew my personality not yet ready to became a teen. While all my friends started to change, fell in love, tried their first kisses or just hangout with cool seniors. I was late adapter in society and day by day people would ignore my presence, but a few of them calling me names.
I never knew why they acted like they hate me so much, I often cried and counting with hope this moment would be over.
No one wanted to sit beside an outcast like me. Someone told them to stay away from me, because I am weird and all bad stuffs she could muster.

And now….
I hate her with my whole life, despite my knowledge, being in hate is tiring my soul out.

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