In Grade 6, I was always a happy, bubbly, crazy person.. like.. EVERYDAY! and when I wasn't like that, people knew something was wrong. Well, one day that happened, it also happened the next day, then the next. People said "eh, she'll be fine, shes strong!" these feelings progressed into grade 7 where I was put in the same class as two bullies that had  bullied me since grade 1. My stepdad was being a real idiot and my school work was piling up and I was taking everyones problems on as my own and became really hard on myself. I started having suicidal thoughts and I began to cut.. I was dying inside but everyone just thought I was still being that old 'Happy Hannah'. Then one day, one of those bullies caught the scars on my arms... "what's that?" then he went around the entire school saying that I was emo and that I cut and that im all 'depresso' and people started making fun of me, my hair, my actions, my friends, everything! and that sill all happens to this very day, grade 8...