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Sucide
Anonymous

Hello my name is Ahmad I am 13 years old from Lebanon. My whole life I’ve bullied and made fun of even my family makes fun of me. People telling me GAY, for me gay isn’t an insult I respect gays but in here I should MAN UP! If I cry I am a girl if I don’t punch someone who harrased me I am a girl. You know what’s worst then that? I have no friends and no one to talk to. So I started writing letters about trying to hurt myself to make people see me try to help me. But though I am scared that’s why I came here wishing I could get some help.

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N/A
Anonymous

I have 10 girls in my class and 3 boys we are a small school and I find it hard. I struggle a lot with 4 girls, they have a don’t care attitude and I hate it they talk behind my back and then call me names. The other 2 girls are 1 of them is fine but she is sooo influenced by the other girl. The other girl was once my friend but is soo weird she would work with me and talk to me fine then I would find out she is saying nasty, spiteful things behind my back. This week I missed a day of school because I couldn’t face them they were so horrible…

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Anonymous

Ive been bullied since the second grade and im in 10th now. i’ve had a lazy eye all my life . i’ve had depression but its okay , im kinda happy life is boring as hell , i have like 2 friends . but i just try to remember to be happy ,

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Anonymous

i’m a 9th grader that has been bullied since 6th grade and it’s a big group, they put notes in my backpack and bump me in the hall. i cant find any friends that actually care about me. i wanna be homeschooled but my parents keep saying no. in afraid that something bad is going to happen. i’m so scared

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My Story
Anonymous

Some may say my bullying story is my fault and maybe it is but I’ve done all I can to fix it. C used to be my friend and we’d always mess around but one day I put his picture through a makeup app and posted it on instagram thinking he’d take it as a joke but he didn’t, I deleted it straight away when I realised he was hurt and said sorry but he was determined to get revenge, which may I add is still being done 9/10 months on.  It carried on getting worse and worse until on my birthday he spread rumours about me around the school saying I’m a paedophile. I want to die but he doesn’t care that he’s brought me to thinking about suicide, bullies never do care and in my experience teachers don’t actually listen until it’s too late.

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My Story
Anonymous

Growing up, people have always been cruel, but I thought that was just life. I had always showed compassion to everyone no matter what, but some people bullied anyways. All of elementary to sixth grade, I was bullied by the same 4 girls. I didn’t recognize it as bullying, as I was so young and unwilling to categorize myself as a victim of such hate. Those 4 girls made me think they were my friends. They would be nice, but then all of a sudden, shove me into the wall or push me down on the playground. The names they called me were ugly, fat, annoying. They made the entire school despise me because they were popular and everyone listened to them. I thought life couldn’t get worse. I moved schools, hoping to get a fresh start. In seventh grade, I ran for student council, but a few students ripped my posters down and spread rumors about me to make people vote for someone else. The worst part was that they won and I didn’t get elected. In eighth grade, a group of girls all called me the usual names and made fun of me for everything. I didn’t dress cute enough, my lunch wasn’t name brand products, etc. In addition, a group of guys would always push me or shove me down the stairs. Then came high school. I was dumped by my boyfriend of nearly nine months over text. He was just using me the entire time for me to do his homework or take him places. He admitted that he never liked me and actually, he hated everything about me.  I was told that my boyfriend had deserved better. I was told that I should go kill myself as I didn’t deserve to be alive. I ate lunch by myself for a few days, but then realized that I needed to rise above everyone else and be compassionate to everyone. It’s only been two weeks since the breakup, but everyone is still so hateful. I smile at everyone and I eat lunch with people who usually sit alone. My incidents have all opened my eyes, and led me to realize that I am not alone. Other people are made fun of and sit alone, so I decided to become their friend because I believe everyone deserves a friend. What I take from my bullying experience, even as it is still occurring, is that I have to show compassion to everyone and be forgiving. Since I realized this, I have been happy. I don’t think I had ever been happy before.

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Keep Hope
Anonymous

When I was in the fifthe grade, I had a group of friends in which I adored. One of them however had a hidden spite for me, and convinced this group of girls to corner me on the playground to inform me that I wasn’t allowed to hang out with them anymore. They told me I was “fat” and “annoying” among other things. It broke my heart, and I took my time returning to class after the recess bell had rung. Walking into class balling my eyes out would have only made things worse. The year quickly ended, and my favorite girls in the group continued to invite me over for play dates, so I moved on. After all, middle school brings a new school and new friends. Years later, after I had lost a lot of weight playing high-school sports and taking gym in college, I ran into the big bad bully at a wedding. She all of a sudden didn’t seem so high and mighty. It was obvious she had a little girl of her own now, and a boyfriend who wasn’t the father. As I had been flying through college, had an amazing relationship with a man I loved (at the time), this girl who made me so upset for months, had been struggling to raise a daughter on her own. Of course, looking as good as I did in that moment (in my red silk dress) I walked straight up your her and watched her jaw drop as I shook her hand. Keep Hope, because being ugly in order to fight the nastiness in the world will deprive you of these moments. You only have control over yourself, but have influence over those around you. I pray Danielle has a great life, and her daughter never has to experience what she put me through. I hope in that moment, Danielle realized how wrong she was, and I hope she raises the bar for her daughter.

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The Struggle
Anonymous

The school I went to as a kid was decent, but as I grew up more, I caught a group of boys attention without knowing I did, and as time went by they would slowly tease me, but the more they did it, the farther they went. It increased from they just saying things to me, to one of them chasing me down, tackling me to the floor, and touching me in ways that I shouldn’t have been touched.
One thing I won’t forget is the day, that it went too far. I was walking to the school bus, and one of the boys saw me but I didn’t see him, and when I turned the corner, he grabbed me, put me against the wall, and started to choke me, and he didn’t let go, and as I was slowly letting go, he heard some people coming, and left. I never told anyone because I was afraid that he would want to come back and finish the job. 
I moved schools, but even like that I was still bullied.

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Everything will change
Anonymous

I used to get bullied quite a lot but i beat the odds every day is a different day, i wish all good luck and please stay strong dont think about the negative stuff think positive and be the person you really are and please try not to self-harm or do anything bad please :) hope you all the best in life and have a successful life

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My bully story
Anonymous

My first encounter with bullying started when I changed schools. I had moved in to a new state years before, and then I went back and forth from home to home. Since I was young, and uneducated about bullying, I never considered I’d become a victim of it.

It was the first day of fourth grade for me, I was lost, and I didn’t want to go to class, i walked around for an hour until a teacher helped me find my way to class. When I got to the classroom everyone was settled in, my teacher placed me at a desk across from this boy that I thought was kind of cute. He looked at me, and instantly started to make jokes. I remember he said that I was ugly, and fat, and that he didn’t want to be around me. It was the first day of school for me and I was only nine. So I thought he was just a mean kid, I brushed it away, and continued on. The rest of the day he made jokes, but like I said it didn’t bother me that much.

I didn’t tell anyone at home, I just pretended I was fine and that nothing happened. Then the bullying got worse, I was called ugly, fat, retarded, compared to bugs and anything unappealing. Later on in the year, my Mom was very sick, she had lost a lot of weight, was blind, and in and out of the hospital. I was stressed out from worrying about her, and I’d stay up all night, for a year or two giving her water and feeding her. We found out that she had an autoimmune disease, but I stayed quiet about it, because I knew no one at school would care.

The bullying eventually got to a point to where I began to hate myself. I didn’t have any friends, all of the kids at school made fun of me. I’ve realized that bullies are everywhere, and that you should always tell an adult, , but I hope everyone can somehow be inspired to stick up for themselves, talk to your parents about being homeschooled, stick up for yourself, and most importantly don’t give up, I’m still young, and I still have many ways to grow, I wish everyone the best of luck. Stand UP to your bully :(

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