Thanks for taking time responding.

From this point forward I am going to assume that this is what actually happened, because this is what you actually felt; if they wernt talking about you in your above situation, somewhere this actually happened to you and it hurt a lot!

Yes It hurt. Everyday I came back to my house crying, begging my mom to change schools.

All your life? It sounds like a theme then; what is your earliest memory of it? Sounds like you may have been traumatized by this as a kid.

As a kid this happened to me very much, and even know. Everything comes back to my head when this happens, i can't control it and the truth is I dont trust people, I don't let anyone close, because I know they will hurt me, talk to me behind my back, who needs that? I prefer to be alone, but at the same time, loneliness can be to tough to endure.

What do you feel they are talking about when you enter the room?

I understand what you are saying. I do feel crazy sometimes, always thinking "should I say this, should i even care talking? better keep quiet." I feel it, i know it, they are speaking about me, my looks, or a particular situation, laughing about me. And then comes the other situation, where I see the expression on people face, I wish sometimes don't understand anything at all of people faces and emotions. It is so hard to talk to someone, cause if i made a goofy act or talk goofy the other person makes an expression of "what the hell" she is weird, and then comes again, the need for acceptance, cause my all life i felt no one accepted me, and that is why they ignored me.

Can you talk about that? Who did it, what was it like for you (horrible, I'm sure, but what things stuck out for you?)

Everyone, boys, girls, laughing at me, calling me ugly. I guess they woke up one day and decided, well today we will not talk to her, just ignore her. Then my best friend when she was alone with me she was ok but then in front of other people when i talked she always said "shut up" "go away" treating me like crap and that sort of things.