Hey you. Yes you. Did you ever think about what you were saying about a girl sitting at the lunch table all alone. You hurt that poor little girl. It all started in the 6th grade, you were my best friend, but then you turned into the meanest person that I have ever seen. You started making fun of me saying mean things like, your fat, your a four eyed wannabe freak, your dumb and stupid and other mean things at first all I did was laughed because I thought it was funny at the time then it became a usual thing. It got worse and so did the pain. It got to a point where I stopped eating and where I slipped into a state of depression. I was also afraid to come to school. You led me to think all these bad things about myself. My self esteem was crushed, I started to not care about myself because others didn't care either. The pain kept getting worse so to relieve my pain I began cutting myself and I was suicidal. I had to take special counseling to prevent me from cutting myself and to prevent me from killing myself. I started to like counseling until one day you told me to drink bleach and rot in hell I tried doing exactly what you said until my brother walked in my room and told me why I shouldn't do the things that you told me to do he made me feel appreciated. During the summer my life was fine until I seen you at the pool, you got a group of girls to join In when you wee making fun of me, you guys said some pretty mean things like thunder thighs and fatty tatty. After that day I spent the whole summer trying to loose weight, until I developed an eating disorder. seventh grade year rolled around, that year was horrible not only was I being bullied by one girl but now a whole group of girls. They picked on me because I wasn't prettier enough, athletic enough. In seventh grade I met this girl named aria. Aria became my best friend I felt like I could tell her anything because we were going thru the same things she was being picked on by the same girls who were picking on me. we connected, we did everything together aria became like a sister to me until she got tired of it and decided to take her life away, I felt like doing the same but I couldn't I had too much to live for so I tried my best to stay humble but I couldn't I came to a breaking point in my life I lost many other family members also. These girls made me so afraid to tell an adult because I thought they wee going to pick on me for more things so I kept all this pain inside for the longest. I carried all this pain with me thru the summer , luckily I got to go to New Orleans Louisiana to visit my grandmother for the summer. Currently im an eighth grader I still go thru all the pain but not as often though. At times I m still afraid to go to school because of this pain. Out of the two years I cut myself once but it got worse and I tried killing myself with overdosing on Tylenols and other pain killers. Now im back in counseling because I still have the scars of hurt in my life. not only, did these bullies cut thru my soul they cut thru my pride and my self esteem and my pride but I now feel bad about myself and I don't have the energy to take a stand on bullying. These bullies may have taken away my pride im not going to let them take full control of my life.