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  • - Reyna


    Every day, since I was little, I’ve been bullied. According to everyone, I’m ugly. I’m a bitch. I’m an ass. No one likes me. That’s what they say. One of the main problems in my acne. Everyone’s always making fun of it. And all I can do is cry. I’m so tired of being here! I’ve had so many suicidal thoughts. I’ve cried myself to sleep many nights. My parents don’t know about any of it, and sometimes, they bully me and they don’t even know it. I can’t take it anymore. I’ve almost cut myself so many times. I want it all to go away.
    About a week ago, I was just texting my friend. Everything was normal. Then she started asking for my crush’s number. I wanted to know why, and she said her friend liked him. He was MY crush and she knew that, so I refused to give her his number. God, she got so pissed. She started cussing at me and all that junk. I got upset and asked her why we were even friends. She said, “I guess I got bored and picked you up.” I didn’t know what to say. She called me a bratty ass. I was mad.
    Then she said something about Proactiv. I get bullied a lot for my acne problems. I don’t know what to do about it. Having her make fun of me for it… I got so upset. I broke down and started to cry so hard. I closed my phone and I threw it on the floor. I kicked the wall and I ran to the kitchen and I grabbed a knife. I wanted to cut myself. I wanted to cut away the pain. I’ve almost cut before, but I haven’t. I was going to cut myself but… I didn’t. I don’t know why. My friend started apologizing and I’m weak. I forgave her and we’re friends again. I don’t know… I hate losing my friends. They actually put up with me.
    But I still cry at night. I don’t want to leave yet. I don’t have a reason. However, I am being bullied so much more… I don’t know how much I can take. I’ve been looking at other people’s bullying stories and hearing about people who commit suicide. I hate it. I used to never understand why people would do it… now I know. I don’t want to be one of those people. But I keep being pushed over the edge. All I can do is hope.