I was never severely bullied, but I have been a victim of some. Starting sixth grade, people would call me fat, ugly, worthless, etc. even to my face. I remember I walked towards my crushes locker and waited with him and his best friend looked at me, and then asked him, "Why do you like her? She's fat." I told my parents, you know, and they told me to brush it off, but it's hard to do that when you start to believe it. After that, things got bad and good and was a big roller coaster. I've been diagnosed with depression, bipolar disorder, and anxiety. In eighth grade, I was told to go kill myself, and all I did was try to say hi to this guy. I believed him. I started cutting harder than I ever had. I told my parents, spoke to a counselor. Nothing got done. Eventually they made him write an apology letter, but it was because of his mom, not the school. Ninth grade started. I stopped cutting for a while.I was just stuck in depression and for a while, there was no teasing. At the beginning of tenth grade, it started again. I would get pushed in the hallways and hit in the arm, and people would throw things at me. They would mock me. It's gotten to the point where I am doing anything I can to get out of that school. During this year, I've come to the realization that I'm gay, and I came out to my family, and I've come out to some people at school. I was never bullied for that, but maybe it's because I wasn't around long enough for anyone to say anything. Now, I'll be attending college in the fall, and despite the scars on my thighs and my mental disorders, I'm doing the best I can to be better than anyone else. I have a lovely girlfriend who supports me, and my parents support my sexuality and who I am, and I am determined to leave my bullied life behind me. It's hard, but it is possible.