So I've been name called plenty of times, from bad to worse, to anything nasty in the dictionary (not saying by strangers, just friends/mutual friends when we have our high school drama moment ) . None of them ever emotionally hurt me though. But recently when I was going to school, we were heading some where which required a school bus to take us there. As I'm walking there, I see two of my class mates who I've had class with for two semesters, but I've never spoken to them -- they always give me looks though, I can't determine if they're just looks or dirty looks. They're always together (them and their groupies) from class, outside of school, etc. When we have group work, they're always together and this guy in our class dubbed them "the gangster group".

Anyway, I see them talking to each other, and when I get closer they notice me and they stop talking (you know that awkward feeling when that happens? And then you know they're talking about you after you leave?) So just when I passed by them, I heard the guy say "******". For some reason, that really hurt to me. I mean... I've been called the word before, but not in a long time. I guess it's because when I was called it younger, people threw that word because they didn't know what it meant, except it was a bad thing. But now when you're older, people are aware of what the word means and they know when they're using it.

Once my dad told me I disappoint him, it hurt like a mother****er!!

When my mother told me she lost her job of 10 years back in 2007 and she cried that hurt me more than anything else in my life ever has. At the time I thought our life was over, and I was a spoiled brat so it didn't seep in until I realized we had to change our entire life around. Things are different now though, we got past that and now we are happier than we were before so I guess things happen for a reason.

My "friends" invited me to a party & then they called me a fat ******, & told me to go home, slit my wrists & kill myself. Honestly the worst thing ever, I even contemplated killing myself. These were my friends that I thought I was friends with for 7 years, which is what hurt me the most, I felt so hated that I cried for the whole day & was up till 5am. There are a couple of others, but this one hurt me the most.

Giiiiiiiiiirl.

They aint ****, you shoulda cursed them out.

It wasn't really anything anyone said, it was just one whole experience. In middle school these dumb **** kids (some of which used to be my friends) picked on me. I was quiet in to a lot of people in middle school, so they felt the need to ask me really sexual questions many of which pertained to masturbation. I always answered sarcastically, but the whole experience was overall very torturous. But now I'm going to a nice college and they're going to flop schools, so justice has been served.

Edit: This seems like nothing, but it happened for 3 years every time I got on the bus.

This kid wrote me a two page, single-spaced letter ripping me apart for every little flaw I have, told me all the reasons why no one would ever date me (and why I am an abomination to the "gay community" which is just... lol), and essentially told me I should kill myself because I'll never be successful. And at the time, I was already suicidal and had a lot of anxiety and depression problems, and he knew that.

I love you.

Get my coat sis, were about to go find these bitches and whoop their asses Queer As Folk style.

"i just got out of a relationship of 7 years... WITH A GIRL"

i thought the bastard was gay..

If you don't mind my asking, how old are you?

Im 20 now, I was 16 at the time.

Bullying at school. For being gay of course. It was horrible.
I went to several schools and the story repeat it each time.

One time we had to vote for Spring's "Queen" and "King"... i had like 10 votes for "Queen" and i almost won.

When you gonna do it?

There was this guy that I used to be extremely close to. We told each other EVERYTHING about each other and neither of us had ever been closer to another individual, ever. We almost knew each other better than we know ourselves. But four months ago, he told me that he had given up on me. It wasn't even that much of a bad thing to say, but it hurt like a mother****er until recently.

I was in 8th grade, I wasn't exactly the "tough" one, I was friendly with everyone, the one who always helped people with their problems, the one that was there if you needed. & I guess they all thought I was a ****** since I was more of the sensitive one. I was too nice back then, but if it was me now, they would've been screaming for their lives. About 3 people tried to jump me, & this was after I had decided to work out for a whole summer, & I beat the **** out of them. I only talk to 2 people that talked to me after the party & convinced me to not do anything stupid.

I ain't lyin' sis. I felt like Queen Bey as I walked past them at graduation with my Top 5% rope around my neck.

I know

"Actions speak louder than words yet words hurt more than actions."

when my family had purposely left me out of planning and attending my grandfathers 70th birthday party. I barely like my ragedy ass family anyway but I was still hurt a lil