My story all began in the 8th grade when I first got an app called ask.fm where you could ask people anonymously questions. Not knowing I didn't think this app could get out of hand. When I first got this app it started out as an innocent thing I would get questions like "what's your favorite color" and things like that. It soon escalated to "you're a slut, you're a whore, skank". I just ignored it and didn't think it was that big of deal so I deleted my ask. Later on in the year during summer ask.fm became really popular again so I decided to get another one. Things started out normal then a couple of weeks later things got out of hand. It all started out when I had kissed this guy and this other boy who liked me got upset and decided to get his friends and my friends against me. The anonymous questions questions would say "go cut yourself, kill yourself, you don't deserve to be here, move out of the country nobody likes you". I soon realized that all of the people that we're doing this was my supposable "friends/bestfriends". I found out who the people were because they weren't just on anonymous and the texts from the people said the same thing as they did in the questions I got. The bullying then continued to text messages and phone calls getting worse and worse. I never thought that this would end. I thought I was alone and I didn't want my family to know because I thought they would be ashamed of me. I would constantly feel alone and depressed all the time. When it got to a point where I was constantly thinking about suicide and self harm my friend and it had told my parents what had been going on because I just couldn't do it myself. My parents thought the best thing for me was to go to counseling so I did. I only had one friend at this point and she ended up turning on me later. Due to the bullying, I asked my parents if they could send me to my grandparents for a couple of weeks and they did. When I had gotten back my parents as well as I confronted the parents of the bully's but the parents were completely oblivious and didn't care. I didn't understand how the kids who had been doing this to me didn't care and didn't know how much it affected me. I then switched high schools and continued to go see a counselor. After I switched high schools thinking it would get better I found out that people were still talking bad about me at the other high school starting rumors that "I'm bipolar and take pills for being bipolar" and more. To this day I've realized who my real friends are and I've realized that I need to take action sooner than later when it comes to incidents like this.