So hey there. I'm a girl who is 13 and in 8th grade. I know, only 13 years of life and your depressed? But yeah. It all started in kindergarten. I have been bullied since kindergarten and hasn't stopped even today. That's eight years of being bullied. Kids in my class took things away from me in the younger grades, like folders and small things. Then, it got bigger. I remember one time I was in the bathroom when I was younger and this girl was inviting everyone to her slumber party. She said she was only inviting people who were wearing the right uniform (I go to a schoolthay requires uniforms and it changes die to the seasons). Then it got worse. Name calling was next. But, I actually had a best friend. She moved though in third grade. We talked for a while until sixth grade where we just stopped talking. I don't know what happened. Sixth grade was horrible. This one boy never left me alone. He said he thought I was pretty and he loved me. Other boys teased me, calling me his wife and stuff. That boy later sexually harassed me and was thrown out of the school.

Seventh grade seemed to be the same. People called me names. The boys called me ugly, retarded, stupid, and annoying. Girls called me weird and poked fun at everything I did. I actually liked a boy in my class. I told him but he pretended to gag and throw up in his shirt. That day I vowed I would never tell a boy if he liked me unless he told me first. Yeah I know, it was stupid. Then, I saw an old friend on Christmas Eve. We had actually known each other for ten years. After that day, we talked everyday. We texted and he called me some days. We told each other everything. I only liked him once, but soon got over it, seeing him as an older brother instead. But, a friend ruined it all. She took my phone, texting him saying "Hey baby." His girlfriend at the time saw and got mad. To this day I don't know what happened. We didn't talk for the while summer and the starting of this school year. We started talking in November and saw each other again. We barley text and don't talk like we used it. It just all changed after that. We were never same. This month, March, we are still not the same. I miss him a lot, but I'm too embarrassed to tell him. He is like my best friend.

The bullying started all over again this year. The people who I thought were my friends actually we talking about me behind my back, calling me ugly, weird, and miserable. The cutting started in October. I haven't cut in three weeks. I found out ad well that boys on the bus were making fun of me, calling me ugly. I cried that day, looking at myself in the mirror, running my hands over my face, hoping I would become pretty. I don't want to tell my parents about my cutting. They look at depressed people as outcats. They would disown me if they found out I was depressed and used to cut. I wish everyday that I just wake up and be pretty and that everything would stop. I ran away once and was brought home by the police. My parents yelled at me. Today, some kid in class told me to go hang myself and that everyone hates me.