That is not true. We found ourselves a little pessimist , now didnt we ?

I was bullied when I was younger, from 6-12 year's old. I can't remember most things of that time, but there is, always that cruel memory.... Now it's not bullying, but loneliness what makes me even sadder. I see everyone around me having their best friends and I haven't even experiencied that, I'm always the second course for my friends, in fact I never had a REAL friend. I try to scape from everything with music and other hobbies, but at the end of the night it is the last thing I think about. The worse part is that I can't see this ending anytime soon, I really feel like I'll be forever alone.

(btw sorry for my bad grammar :/)

Why can't that be true? :') I've denied this feeling for over six years now so please stop. I'm like every weekend at home doing nothing/on my laptop/making homework, I don't date have never knowed LOVE, so please let me be a little pessimistic. I know it's my fault too though, because I've built a wall around me, but still :/ My life is just so lonely

THIS! I know what you are getting through You gotta be tough though!

Really can't wait to finish this year and have a new start..

Then go out there and seize the day ? What in the world are you waiting for ?

Can't break the wall around me. Someone needs to do that for me. :/

same

we have to pick up ourselves. life changes A LOT, you never know what's waiting for you in the future...

also:

Indeed! That's also the thing that keeps me strong. I really can't wait to go to college next year and have a new start! I mean partying is in my blood, just need to meet the right people..

yes! same here! college's next year for me too

I've been bullied my whole childhood, I was changing schools a lot so everywhere I go I was the 'new girl' and since I was so shy and scared (cause I was bullied at home too, by my parents) I was a perfect target. Nothing hurt that much as bullying from my parents tbh cause if your mom doesnt like you how can anyone else like you. But Im glad and happy I got through it. I still have depressing and suicidal episodes but Im getting stronger everyday.

Why do people care so much about friends or dates that they don't even have. Damn people stand up for yourself first.

I have to give props to the celebs who are now making statements and going against bullying, despite what people may think about that. I wish when I was younger, my faves were doing that. Any hope and positive encouragement is good at that time.

I'm sorry
I feel for anyone who's gone through or are still going through that. I could never.

The loss of that makes you insecure.

aw, thank you kitten****

lol at your name, cannot be spelled

I was teased from through 3 to 5th. People knew I was gay before I ever did. Plus I had a weird bg and a big mouth so people would use what I would say against me. And plus I was a bit sensitive and I was pretty much the only kid in my class who behaved well and did my work. The bullies would try and manipulate me into fighting my friends who were only using me for my lunch anyways. The thing is, when I found an actual friend in like 4th grade, they turned me against her. I was a mess.

5th grade was even worse tbh. I was going to a new school where most of the kids did their work. I didn't fit in with them because they saw me as gay too. I wasn't athletic and didn't have the nicest clothes. I was a bit of a sissy but I feel like they made me out to be more feminine than I actually was.

I had two friends named Asim and this pudgy girl named Mercedes. Asim was worried about his "reputation" () and didn't want to hang out with the sissy gay poor kid, Mercedes was a mess.

Then this boy with one front tooth tried it one day and I just snapped. I mean I think I lost looking back but they were saying I won. It got me respect... for about a week. Then everything went back to normal.


I became a try-hard mess in 6th grade and got into some minor arguements that were enough to make people think I was actually tough. I mean it was better than being bullied.

Then in 7th I still thought I was tough and got mollywhopped by this one boy. Everyone was teasing me about that so I just tuned out from there on out. Told myself I was gonna hold it all inside and snap on someone one day. People had **** to say about me but I was unbothered.

That was pretty much the end.

For some reason they say that girls are more mentaly abusive than boys, but I call that BS. Boys (especially straight "whites" because of some weird sense of entitlement) are cruel and vicious if you don't reach their odd standards.

There's this one memory that stays with me from when I was 6. I was crying for some reason in the middle of the dining room and my mom and abusive (to her) step-dad were eating and trying to ignore me. But then, annoyed, my stepdad starting making fun of me, saying incredibly hateful and mean things to me. Mocking me, making fun of my hair (I'm half black, he's white), saying how ugly I looked sitting there, etc - I was only 6 but still couldn't believe what he was saying, and right in front of my mother who.... started laughing with him and encouraging it. I remember she ended it with something like "okay, I think that's enough now" or something. She'd never done that to me before and never had after that, which probably just makes that memory stand out more, but I couldn't believe it. She actually, not too long ago and in a joking manner, confessed that she had rather it be me for once than her again and she didn't want to face another beating if she were to stand up to him.

thankfully though, I can't wait to change it anyway.

^ that was hurtful to even read. my worst memory was when mom sent me to buy some chips and I was so happy cause I rarely got anything, we had no money, so I came home and my mom in the second she saw it grabbed it from my hand saying 'Not that expensive chips you stupid ****' and she started jumpin on that bag of chips destroying it and when she was done she said I have to get it back. I was crying cause I cant give it back to the store destroyed to pieces. I got in hospital from all the crying cause I have asthma. My mom pretends stuff like that never happened and that Im spoiled. I was 9.