When I was 5 it started. It started because I'm left handed. I was tormented everyday just because I write with my left hand. Then it went to my heir because I'm a blond I was treated like I was stupid. That started when I was 7. When I was 9 I couldn't take it anymore I let them know how I felt. By doing so I got into a lot of fights. The teachers did nothing because they weren't around to see it happen. When I was 11 I started to make friends but I soon found out they only wanted to know my secrets so they could exploit them to everybody. When I was 12 I started to cut just to end it. When I was 13 people found out I was cutting and the bulling got worse. So the cuts got deeper. Then at the age of 14 I met this awesome guy he saved me. He took care of me. He loved me. So I stopped cutting. Then he left and things got bad again I cut once and realized cutting wont save me people will and its all thanks to him. Now I'm almost 16 and I'm amazed I lived for this long but I'm also really happy that I did because I would never have met the people I love most the only people in my life I can call friends. Of course I know people still bully me but now with the people in my life I keep living knowing someone is always there to help me through it.