2011-04-19 11:22:18 UTC
Well if you can even call it a Middle-School, It may as well be considered Hell for many teens.
And i'm one of them, My problem here is, The kids, The principle, And the teachers. I have been bullied for basically my whole life. And it all started when i was 4 years old. Kids would tease and taunt me, But from teasing and taunting it went to Bullies and Laughter till it transformed into Shoving and pushing me. You must understand this has been going on for 10 years, Wich at one point really got to me and literally destroyed me. Well, They didn't really destroy me but i started to break mysellf, My own toughts where the ones that led me to where i am now, Depressed and Scared. I started cutting at the age of 11, Thinking it would help me trough my struggle, Wich it did, But ofcourse with my luck, I had to suffer from the consequences. So i couldn't go swim anymore, Or the kids would bully me with the scars. Everytime we had to go swimming, I'd skip school, Acting like i was sick. Wich was every monday basically. It started getting worse, At 12 years old i started smoking and cutting, Because the bullies got worse once i entered middle-school, This was the phase where the shoving and pushings began mixed with fights, They called me emo-whore, Pushed me against locker and shoved me onto the ground. I learned mysellf to build up a wall, But the wall made me push mysellf away from those who wanted to help me. I had a few friends when i first entered middle-school, But those left me one they started bullying me again, I guess they were scared. Scared, That they would also be bullied. And i understand that. I would come home, And went right to sleep, I decided this was the best, If i slept i wouldn't think about the bullies i'd be dreaming about nice things. I was wrong. When i went to sleep i only had Nightmares, Not the typical nightmares a bullied child would have, The ones were once you woke up, The sweat was dripping from your body, And you'd be thanking god that it was only a dream.My nightmares were horrible, I'd wake up screaming and crying after that. So i couldn't run from my problems, I couldn't forget them. This made me upset and angry. I couldn't control mysellf, I'd scream and cry the whole day in my room. I pushed everything away from myself. I started pushing myself away, My emotions; Everything. It was like i was lifeless. Everytime i looked into the mirror you could see the pain and dullness in my eyes. My skin turned palewhite, I stopped eating. My hair was dull and lifeless. I looked terrible, Even my mother noticed, She took me to a therapist, But i refused, I didn't want to tell my problems to an asshole who doesn't give a **** and only does his job for the money (At this point i'm getting really angry so i'm sorry for my language.) I didn't want anyone to know how i felt, They didn't care anyways. After i turned 13, I didn't go outside anymore, Scared of what people would think. When i did go outside, I'd have panic attacks, And i couldn't breathe. Now i'm 14, Depressed like ****. I'm thinkig about running away or just ending my life. My mother doesn't understand, Nor does she want to know it, She says i'm overreacting. And maybe i am, But tell me, How would you react? But here's my question. What should i do?