In 8th grade. I think that is when I broke down. I couldn't handle any more of anything. 8th grade I thought would be it for me. I would go home thinking "if I was gone no one would care. The wouldn't miss me." to me it felt like I wasn't even apart of anything. Felt like I shouldn't of even of been there. I would get picked last for everything. I wanted to leave. I didn't want to have to deal with all of this anymore but then I thought. If I did that. If I killed myself. They would of won. They would feel accomplished of what they did. And the thing is they didn't feel bad about what they would say to me. I cried myself to sleep every night being scared of what they would say to me. But today I'm here. Happier than I would ever be. Because being in high school, having new friends and that one person that can make you smile and feel worth something. That one friend. Now all I want to do is have other kids know that they can be happy. That God has a plan for you. You may or may not know what it is yet. But whatever it is, at that next school reunion. You'll be successful while those bullies, watching you be successful showing them YOU won at the end of all this. What I'm trying to say is. Don't give up. At alYou you're better than those bullies by a long shot. Don't think otherwise. each and every single person whose been bullied is much more stronger than what they think for being put through all of this.