Since about the time I started First grade, I have been bullied. I would go to school and get picked on by many kids. I couldn't tell my teacher because she would make a big deal about it, and everyone would pick on me more. So, I've been quiet about my bulling.
When I was growing up, kids at school would call me names and throw stuff at me. I would just take it. Nobody would help me. Even at home, my sisters would bully me. I would get be*ten up and called names. I was always excluded from my family. I would sit and cry while they call me names and be*t me. My parents were always working, so they never noticed. I told them, but they never believed me.
When I was Eleven, I decided to stop the bullies. I didn't want to have a bad start to middle school. So whenever I was alone, I would exercise. I did that every night. One day, my sisters all came in my room. My oldest sister started yelling at me about how pathetic I am. I told her, "Leave me alone. Haven't you done enough?". She started punching me, and kicking me. I got up and I started fighting back. I hated my life, why would I let my own family ruin it? I stopped hitting her because she started to cry. She called me a bully. They all left my room. I was alone again.
My parents heard that I was fighting against my sisters. They started calling me a bully. I was merely using self defense. They didn't care. I was always the one who got in trouble. I was the one person everybody took out they're pain on. On my Twelfth birthday, my mom told me, "Happy birthday. Your always fighting with you're sisters. Why? Do you enjoy people's misery. I hate you."
My family has never loved me. I realized that. I started cutting myself. I thought it would help, but it only made the pain worse. So I stopped. In Eighth grade, I was always alone. Nobody bothered to pick on me. I was ignored. I had a few "Friends", but they would leave me in a heartbe*t.
I am a Fourteen year old girl, who has problems with her appearance and feelings. I cry because people don't care about me. I am alone. Nobody understands me. Only a few things help make my life happy. But, I still hate every moment. Don't give up on your self. I'm still going. No matter what happens, just keep your chin up.

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