I always had a lot of friends growing up. I had to have people around me and people to talk to all the time in order to feel safe and loved. When I was in the 8th grade at a private Christian school, I was friends with all of the cheerleaders and more "popular" kids. I considered myself well-liked and popular as well. One day, a boy who was supposedly my friend told me that "nobody liked me", "nobody would or could ever love me", and that "everyone would be better off if I was dead." These words killed me. The worst part was that when I went to my best friends about what the boy had said, they didn't stand up for me. This made me believe these words even more. I developed a very deep depression and an anxiety disorder. I thought about suicide but never attempted it. I transferred schools in the middle of my 9th grade year and things definitely improved after that. I just had to get away. However, I am now in my first year of college and the scars from all the pain and hurt I experienced in my middle school years are still there. I still have intense anxiety issues and it is harder for me to trust the true friends that I have for fear of being shunned or let down once again. I will always take a stand for people being bullied. Bullying can be physical, mental, emotional, or verbal. And the words can be just as bad as the actions.