bullying survivor

I AM A BULLYING SURVIVOR

Today is spirit day. Can you hear me a bit?

How was/is your school time? Well, I'm 25 years old today, it shouldn't care, 'cause I don't even meet those ppl anymore. But I will never forget.
8 years in my life I was under bullying. I joined a new school, a better one, I had to make an exam to enter. My mom was so happy, and I was too, cause I was going to a better school. But the other children just didn't like me. Until today, I don't know why. They started playing tricks and asking awful questions. After a few months, nobody got even close to me. Talk to me or being kind to me meant you were like me and should be avoided too. I never was invited to anythig. Nobody wanted to make homeworks with me, or even sit near me. Only talk to me to play a trick.
I got alone. No friends, nothing even close to it. I could only talk to teachers. My mother said "don't pay attention, you're there for study, not for friends. Just forget it and they will go away" . But they never went away.
They said things like "you are dead", "why do you still come here?" and all. If I walked in some direction, everybody just walked away.

Do you think it doesn't hurt? Well, when a lot of ppl always say you that you're pretty... you believe it, don't you? And when a lot of ppl is always saying that you're garbage...?

After 8 years, I changed. For High school, I went to another place. At my firsta day there, I thought it would be just the same, so I did as I used to: dressed myself in a way not to stand out, in jeans and black, stood away from everybody. When 3 girls invited me for lunch... I thought it was a trick. I refused. They thought I was weird.
Day by day, my paranoia against ppl slowly fell... because they were not like in the other school. It was SO weird for me that I just didn't no how to deal. I was so afraid of contacting ppl and suffer that I used to act lika a wild animal.

And when they planned to watch a movie and have a party... they invited me. I didn't want to refuse, but I didn't know how to answer. And I cried.

I'm cool now. I'm free of it, finally. I can deal with my past, thanks for the changes at my High School, I'm a better and stronger person.

But how about those ones that aren't lucky or strong? The ones who died... kill themselves... the ones who still suffer with it. It's serious, not a child joke. It leaves scars, the worse kind of scars: you can't see it.