Middle school and high school were the hardest times for me. Rumors started about me and middle school by a group of girls that I thought were my friends, turned out I was wrong. These rumors only grew which made my every day life more and more difficult. I lost all of my friends, and people treated me like I was worthless. No one would give me a chance, to show them that what people had said about me weren't true. My house was vandalized multiple times, I would get horrible letters and disgusting things sent to me in the mail, and put in my mail box. I would get harassed through texting and on the internent. No one would help me. I was called all sorts of names slut, cunt, bitch, I would get told to "go die" because I wasn't wanted on this earth anymore. I would avoid school and spent a lot of my time alone. I cried a lot, and caused self harm upon myself. I was also put into a hospital because I attempted suicide. I felt like no one wanted or need me around, and I just wanted everything to end. I'm so thankful for my mom in my times of need I truly believe she is the reason I am still alive today. The words hurt, and they tore me apart. Till this day I still don't have one close friend because I have such a guard up with people. But I believe everything works out for a reason. If I could get through it, you can get through it. I believe in you, and you need to get through it because you have people who do need and love you no matter what anyone says. You were put on this earth for a reason, don't let a bully take that away from you.