So first i wanna tell you about me. My favorite color is black. i love almost any kind of music. i hate running and sports. i like sleeping and being on the internet like every teen. i like movies and shopping. I like food and eat like a cow. My parents are divorced. I'm sarcastic. my natural hair color is blonde. i have one best friend. i have five stepbrothers, two half brothers, and two sisters. 

When i was little i didnt have friends. I was shy, quiet, and VERY withdrawn. I just just there, and no one really noticed me. I thought that was just fine, because i sort of liked being alone. 

  But moving on. As i got older i still had no friends. I passed all through almost four years of school with no friends. But one day, i met my best friend kayla. She has been here for me since. In fact, just tjis should make you think well... she isnt bullied at all! but the real point to this story is this: 

  When I was in sixth grade i got my first REAL boyfriend. His name was Gavin. At first i thought he was great! but as time went by he forced me into sending bad pictures, and making me change. I started wearing a lot of black and becoming more outgoing. 

  The worst part about him was that he faked suicides. Broke up with me and said he was kidding. Thats what changed me most. In fact it got so bad i started cutting to makke myself feel better. It wasn't bad at first, just scraches. 

  But after ten months of being depressed and alone, we broke up. But even then the depression stayed. The next year was 7th grade. Thsi year. 

  I started dating his best friend aaron but that was a while ago. while i was dating Aaron it got worse. He hurt me, told me he was gonna get me drunk, and wanted me to smoke. (which i didn't do) 

  When Aaron and i broke up Gavin thought that i was the one that hurt him. So he started getting on facebook and commentign on everything i posted. 

  He posted things like, "Don't lie Bitch!" and "Go cut. No one would care." or "You're so ugly. Go die."  

  Thats what pushed me to the edge. I tried to kill myself because everyday there was a new comment, or message from him.  

   The cuts got deeper, because now I bleed when i cut. I have scars. I cry. But no one knows because i fake a smile and say i'm okay. 

  thats my story.