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The Years that are a Struggle
Anonymous

When I was in middle school I had been slapped and called ugly and fat. I had started to feel the effects of my Dad’s passing. All of the looks I would get at school. In my sixth grade year when I had gotten slapped the principal said to me “It sounds like you were being annoying”. Him saying that made me extremely mad because did it matter I happened to be annoying does that give someone the right to slap me? Some of it stopped in 7th grade only little remarks like “ugh she is so talentless”, I was a manager for basketball not in basketball and the girls in my school had unknowingly gave me sneers and other remarks about my size (not big). Eighth grade year was pretty bad as well I had considered Anorexia due to the constant remarks but I did not become Anorexic due to the fact that I had somewhat of a support group. The thing that had gotten me through my Eighth grade year was someone I met online who had been through the same thing and at the time she was the only one who would understand without judgement. In my freshman year I had gotten more anxious with some anxiety problems due to the bullying I faced. I had developed a slight stutter when talking because of my nervousness and my friends had started to make fun of it, which hurt. My friends could barely handle my weird personality and often blew me off for people more their speed (Popular). The bullying had stopped except for the teasing from my friends. The end of my freshman year was the hardest a guy had called me and my friend fat, we went to our Physical Education Coach and he had told our principal. The guy who said “You need to be on weight watchers” said we had insulted him which was not true it was one sided. It was two against one and the principal said “He is going to bring *enter name* in”. The guy he wanted to bring in was not around us but on the opposite team kicking at the time he said that. Out of all of my years getting bullied this year is the worst. I am not fully over my Grandma’s death, my friend had told me she was going to kill herself then did not talk to me for a week because she was mad that I told my counselor, my dad’s death is affecting me a lot more than other years, and the homework is a lot. All of this stress is extremely hard to deal with and I don’t know how I am making it through although I am. If you see this I hope you do not go through the same thing I am and if you do I am extremely sorry for you and there is always someone to talk to.

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Anonymous

Hello, everyone! For the purposes of protecting the identities of those who will be mentioned in this narrative story, I will be using false names.
A few years ago, I had temporarily traveled to another country for the summertime, and attended a sports camp there. Usually, I would describe myself as a joyous, bubbly, and sometimes downright crazy chatterbox who simply wishes to enjoy life to the fullest. However, I may have let my self constraints slip far too much – and it therefore lead to the following events.
I had been standing in the hallway outside of locker area, waiting for the group leaders with a few other campers. The camp was very enjoyable for me, and I had been chattering away with my immense loud mouth when suddenly, one of the campers, who I will give the name L, shouted from inside the locker room – “To be honest, I think that (my name) is such an obnoxious FREAK!!! No offense to (my name), but I absolutely hate that idiot!!!” It was then when someone else, who I will call A, replied – “Oh no, she is a whole lot worse than that!!! (my name)’s mouth is so fat that I bet that I could shove a dinosaur’s head through it and she couldn’t care less.” At that point, I was completely shocked by the situation – why would I have any means to offend them? Did I deserve any of this, if not all? Yet even I knew that my big fat mouth was just as they described….tears began to press outward behind my tightly pressed eyes as I pretended to proceed towards the water fountain at the other end of the hall, so that I would not become the focus of stares. Before I could take a single step forwards, came more voices from the locker area. “You know what, let’s all confront her on the last day for being that annoying little weirdo she is….I’ve only been here for three days and now I want to leave this place all because of her!!!” yelled a girl, who I’ll call M. I had taken enough of this. Those people would never know, but I had heard every minor detail of conversation. As they kept ranting on about me, tear streaked and red faced, in a sudden burst of pain and anger, I dashed up to the locker room door, pinned down the password, and slammed inside. “There she comes.” said L, rolling her eyes. “The great pain.”
“Fools”. I said, eyeing every single person in the room, people who I had once befriended and trusted, but now I knew where colder and more ignorant than one could ever be. “Such ignorant fools. You don’t know anything, do you?”
But that wasn’t all. i should have known better.

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The effect of my past
Anonymous

I’m a High School student now. I live in South East Asia. I was bullied when I was 3 y.o. and until I was at Junior High School. I don’t really know why they did those. Honestly, when I was about 6y.o. I changed, like.. I was brave to fight them back. But… every time I tried to tell someone, parent, teacher… they just look down about that and the worst they turned that to be my fault, they blamed me. They assumed that I did something wrong first so they bullied me. As I grew up, I wondered that people in this country never take it as serious thing. I feel disappointed sometimes to know that. But whatever have been done in my past also give effects to me. I don’t really know how to tell this… I have been bullied, been lied, been threatened, and some. I feel lonely for sure. But the effects just getting worse. I started to feel like afraid to have a trust even with my family (I thought it’s like first step of pistanthrophobia) , I feel uncomfortable at school, public places that noisy, crowded. I started afraid, feel uncomfortable and not like everything about social (social phobia?). I feel like I wish I die, but I’m afraid about the death, also the life. I’m afraid both of life or death. And I feel I have bipolar problem too, cause I changed drastically. Nowadays, I feel like half die or life. I don’t have any feeling, chill. I’m about more mindless too. I even don’t make any expression in my face, no smile or tear. Like really all empty. I do want to be happy. I try to find a reason to still passionately stay alive, and I found it. It’s my dream, but again people like make it break. They against it. I’m confusing what to do. One of my reasons about the dream is for run away and  to live alone, I mean the new life without know anyone. Well, I don’t tell that reason to anyone, I just keep it by myself. I keep avoiding to take photo with whoever it is. I keep look on me in the picture if I forced to take it. I don’t know, I always think that I’m fat enough. It leads me to bulimia and anorexia. I feel my life really complete. I have depression, eating disorders, psychological problems and phobias. I don’t know anymore. Can I just keep going on my dream, the path I want to go through? I’m tired. To be honest, I can tell I’m already ill, but I’m always pretend like nothing happened, like I’m fine even I messing all inside. I feel like… I’m done. Sorry if I tell too much. I’ve never really had someone to talk to, no one care, seriously.

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The worst two years of my life
Anonymous

It all started when I started high school before that I had always been popular with everyone, could just talk to anyone. But when I started high school everything changed nearly all my friends left me or started calling me names and stuff like that but the next year I was put into a class were I had hardly any friends so the bullying got worse I was threatened, mocked and sexually harassed. Then three quarters of the year had gone by and my best friends told me I could not be part of there group, I spent the rest of the year lost. My school did very little to help me. Luckily I’ve found new friends and the bullying has decreased to a point were it’s only small remarks.

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WORST YEARS OF MIDDLE SCHOOL
Anonymous

So when i was in 4th grade i lived in kentucky we wore uniforms at my school no bully reports where everybody was nice.Until i moved to texas and everybody knew who was popular K, A and A they were called popular girls of the school i always mined my own business but there were some girls N and A there were not the popular girls but they were friends with them. they were really mean they were jealous because k had a crush on a boy and he liked me so she got jealous. then I made some friends K and P they were twins and there was also a nice boy M. K told me not to hang around him because he ate erasers and dirty paper toilet wipes so i stopped hanging with him. well when the year got more of work K and N stopped being mean so that year was over in 5th grade was okay until the end of the year the girls where mean to me again because of a girl and she said that i was gonna fight the other girl and i never said i was gonna fight k and she got mad and told all my best friends not to hang with me so they stopped. and they talked about me. that year was bad kind of.in 6th grade i was so scared on the first day of school because of the bully’s and they kicked me and slapped me and talked me and said i wore baby clothes and i was flat a boy started liking me and they told him that i wore baby clothes and i was ugly and flat and my nose was big 🙁 so i had band the girls and the boy in band but not the girl that had made it all up about me which was K they were nice to me so i started liking a football player at my school and we had a bullying assembly and all of it stopped P.S. if your are mean or bullying some one pls stop what if the person your bullying is gonna cause someone to self-harm.

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worst few years of my life
Anonymous

so from pre k and on i was bullied for being different because i had a line on my lip because i was almost born with cleft lip and through out elementary or the first three years i was beaten by 7 kids every day because of who i was and how i looked then i switched schools and i was an outcast people didn’t really like me until 8th grade i was still called names and thing but here i am now 15 in high school where everything is better no bullying and or harassment unless you count the middle schoolers who call me a nick name i hate

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worst years of my LIFE
Anonymous

I was new to the school and the state and my first friend was a girl named D… she was the only one I would talk to. Before her I sat in a chair in the corner crying and almost everyone was staring at me. Then a couple of months into the school year I was getting better and then I started hanging out with these girls H…, A…, A… . They were nice at first but then H… started to leave me out. It all started when we were playing follow the leader. H… made me sit and watch them walk around the playground. I got sad so I left and she got mad at me for leaving. I told my mom and she called the school and told me to tell the counselor. So I did and she said that I was doing something wrong and saying I was the selfish one. I got really super mad. But it did not happen again. But when I was in 3rd grade H… and her brother started calling me stupied and a monkey. I got over it and in 5th grade there was drama. Supposedly I wanted to punch someone, I thought that would be nice but I tried to stay as safe as posible. Now in 6th grade I promised myself there would be no more drama. And theres not except that I have a friend A… and she has a friend N… and she always leaves me out. Im tiered of it. But Ns… best friend is H… so I am friends with her. But me and A… are still friends.

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It’s There
Anonymous

Hello! My name is G, and this is my bullying story; when I was 10, I was living in Arkansas and I was a anti-social kid who didn’t like being in large groups of people. My classmates would always come up to me and surround me and would watch as I had a panic attack, all while calling me freak and dumb and a waste of space. Eventually, I moved back to my hometown, in Kansas. It was good for a while until some time during 4th grade year, people started shoving me in the hallway and just saying snarky remarks to and away from my face. I’m 15 years old now, and these things still happen, but the difference now is that I’m a very social person who has so many friends that stick up for me, and I have gained my own self love and self worth, it doesn’t bother me as much. All I can say for anyone out there who is being bullied; it’s tough, it’s really tough, but you are tougher. You HAVE to tell someone if you are being bullied, you can’t deal with this on your own and if the people bully you, that means they could very possibly be bullying other kids as well. And if you do tell someone, don’t hold it against your ex bully. They were probably going through something tough and did not know how to react. Kill them with kindness 🙂

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Story Of My Life
Anonymous

i always get bullied called nmes to my face behind my back on the internet and everywhere by people i knew and people that ive never meet before it was in stores at school on the street it was literally every where and its not fun bullying hurts so then i was told i had major depression and anxiety i take pills for it and everyone still makes fun of me

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the day that i was bullied
Anonymous

Hi my name is Natalie im 14 years old. This happened in first grade this boy came up to me and punch me in the face. I did not like that. but i ignored him. Then one day he walked up to me and said hi miss loser. Then i walked away.
little kid don’t be afraid to stand up for your self.

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