Hey, I used to get bullied a lot last year, and in many other years.
It mostly started because my skin tone which is dark.
Since the girls who are now popular that were viscous to me and dragged it with the girls in my class.
At the end of the 4th grade two popular girls -in my class- asked me to do a makeover.
I did from tomboy to a girly.
After few months I confessed to my friend that I like him, it
dragged me to be the main target.
It kept rolling when I did a false Facebook to mess with one of my "creators" and it just gone wrong.
The whole city knew my name and did everything to make my
humiliation worse.
After a month another false Facebook account brought to the world and everyone blamed it on me.
The Facebook account start to talk with me, and my friends -creators- told me it is their friend so I chatter with "her".
After the realizing that's a fake account everyone in the area mocked me, I've gain comments like
"Dvash, if you want friends, it's not the way to get them."
Or,
"Who is this?" and the answer that everyone gave to each other were,
"Dvash."
Now I'm in the 6th grade and it's still running sometimes, when people remind me it, I CRY.
But none of these bullies ever know how I feel, because after all, I'm just the victim.
I've started to cut myself on the wrist this year because I couldn't take it any longer.
No one knows I cause all of these signs on my arms.
Even at middle school that I'm heading to, everyone knows and will keep reminding me something I've never did.
It mostly started because my skin tone which is dark.
Since the girls who are now popular that were viscous to me and dragged it with the girls in my class.
At the end of the 4th grade two popular girls -in my class- asked me to do a makeover.
I did from tomboy to a girly.
After few months I confessed to my friend that I like him, it
dragged me to be the main target.
It kept rolling when I did a false Facebook to mess with one of my "creators" and it just gone wrong.
The whole city knew my name and did everything to make my
humiliation worse.
After a month another false Facebook account brought to the world and everyone blamed it on me.
The Facebook account start to talk with me, and my friends -creators- told me it is their friend so I chatter with "her".
After the realizing that's a fake account everyone in the area mocked me, I've gain comments like
"Dvash, if you want friends, it's not the way to get them."
Or,
"Who is this?" and the answer that everyone gave to each other were,
"Dvash."
Now I'm in the 6th grade and it's still running sometimes, when people remind me it, I CRY.
But none of these bullies ever know how I feel, because after all, I'm just the victim.
I've started to cut myself on the wrist this year because I couldn't take it any longer.
No one knows I cause all of these signs on my arms.
Even at middle school that I'm heading to, everyone knows and will keep reminding me something I've never did.
I posted it to some page on Facebook.
If my friends will read it.
I don't know what will happen.
So, remember that I wanted to not be a friend of Maya?
SHE DIDN'T CAME TO SCHOOL SINCE THE DAY I'VE DECIDED.
And everyday I build so hard a confidence to say it and bam I don't have how to use it.
I feel awful and I feel like my friends made from cards. House of Cards.
They are strong and stay up for me, but sometimes they are standing for others.
So I don't have much to say.
I just want to jump of bridge to a train rails and get hit by it.
JUST LIVE LONG AND LOVE HARD.
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