Bulling started in 3rd grade. I bullied back to "defend" myself. Boys would hit me, slap me, trip me, they treated me like if I were a guy. There was nothing to stop it! Bulling followed me up to Middle School, in 6th grade, a guy socked me right in the jaw. I socked him as hard as I could until the teacher had to come and separate us. 7th grade came along, my parents would fight and talk about divorce in front of me and not care. I saw my dad cheat on my mom and I couldn't do anything but cry and cut. My "friend" talked me into cutting, I got addicted. I would be the most depressed person you could ever meet. One day, my dad helped me out carrying my stuff to school. One of my classmates saw me and laughed but I didn't say anything until I got to school. My classmate called my dad "gay" because he was helping my carry my stuff. I couldn't take the bulling no more, so I stood up for myself and since that day NO ONE dared to bully me again. Things got better, I got help, and before you knew it, I stopped cutting. Now, my goal is to help out other people who have been in my shoes. I hope this reaches out to people out there!! ❤️
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