I Get Bullied Too

Posts tagged "bully"

2 years ago 4 notes bullied i get bullied too bullies bully

squishylefoofooReblogged from squishylefoofoo

squishywoo:

I can’t beleive it. I am 22 (23 in 13 days) and I am still being bullied! 

You bastards, have you ever stopped and thought about the things you do and say to me and how they affect me?! Have you ever thought about the fact that maybe I already have issues and that this is just making it all worse. 

Please just drop it, I have done nothing to any of you! This is no longer a joke and no longer funny. Instead it just hurts! 

2 years ago 8 notes bullied bully gay unreasonable i get bullied too

heyitsthatonebitchhannahReblogged from heyitsthatonebitchhannah

Always and Forever, Hannah: Being bullied.

youtakemybreathawaybabygirl:

last night my roommate bullied me. Really bad. Because I was upset at her for having sex with her boyfriend so late at night in our room when I wanted to go to bed. She went after me for having a girlfriend. Told me it was disgusting to hear me say “I love you.” and “I miss you.” to my…

2 years ago 7 notes anxiety bully bullying depressed hate i get bullied too

gorgeousfleurrReblogged from gorgeousfleurr

All You Need Is L♥ve: Regardless of what some people may think, bullying is SERIOUS.

kendria:

A lot of people think that bullying isn’t that big of a deal and to toughen up. But it is a big deal, I’ve been a victim of bullying before and it has affected me to this very day. It’s hard for me to make friends, and to be social, because I always have that fear that I’m going to be judged and…

(via gorgeousfleurr)

2 years ago 55 notes bully bullying cyberbully cyberbullying depression suicidal suicide i get bullied too

itsjezzay-deactivated20111006Reblogged from itsjezzay-deactivated20111006

itsjezzay:

Hi, I’m Jessica Tames, and I am a victim of bullying. Not just a little bit. Okay, from fifth grade to eighth. But I’m eighteen now, so that’s a good four years, almost a fifth of my life. I used to live in Yorktown Heights, New York, USA, when I was in middle school, which, honestly, is the worst place to live in the entire universe. Trust me on that.

My entire grade, and at least half of the other grades, would pick on me. I had absolutely no friends, except for a couple of boys who I would hang out with sometimes, but they usually thought I was annoying. Which I suppose I was. I’d go over to their table during lunch and interrupt their conversations. But that was only because I was so lonely and wanted someone to talk to. Boy, did that backfire big time. Anyway, no one liked me because I was too weird, too ugly, too stupid, etc. And they let me know it. EVERY SINGLE DAY. This was not your average bullying, I tell you; this was 100 times worse. Nothing physical or sexual, thank God, but personally I think the mental and verbal abuse was even worse. They’d call me every name in the book; make fun of my clothes, my eyebrows, my everything. And this wasn’t just one group of people; it was the whole grade, with the exception of those guys I mentioned above.  

I remember one particular incident in 8th grade where a girl named Ursula (names have been changed) told a guy named Bob not to eat a cinnamon roll I offered him because I didn’t want it, because “I touched it.” And then there was the time in 6th grade where a girl threatened to beat me up if I didn’t get out of “her seat.” I got up, but the memory still haunts me. Oh, and let’s not forget the, not one, not two, but three times that “I hate Jessica Tames” was written on the bathroom walls in 5th grade. What a nice group of kids, huh? 

My family moved after I graduated middle school, because the bullying got so bad. But because it was so bad, I developed post traumatic stress disorder. I know, it seems like a silly thing to have PTSD from, but that is honestly how bad it was. Then I started cutting. ( http://kidshealth.org/teen/your_mind/feeling_sad/cutting.html) I cut on my wrists and ankles. I still have the scars. I thought about suicide constantly; how to do it, when to do it…I even went so far as to write goodbyes to my family and friends. But I never attempted it because I was afraid. It may seem silly, but I thank God every day for giving me this fear. Eventually, I was sent to Four Winds Hospital in Katonah, NY, to get help with dealing with my issues. Four times. And you know what? It helped. It took a long time, but it helped.

In June of this year (2011) I graduated from Croton-Harmon High School. I still can’t believe I actually made it that far. I thought for sure I’d end up committing suicide before I graduated. What stopped me, might you ask? My best friends, Amy Greenblatt and Inez Nelson. They are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and without them, I’d definitely be dead. The two of them talked me through my bad days, the moments where I wanted to pick up a blade and cut. Amy even told me once, “for every cut you make, I make two.” Obviously I didn’t want her to cut, so I stopped cold turkey. And it felt great. I was finally freed from my own twisted mind.

Now here comes my public service announcement… :P

If you or someone you know is depressed or considering suicide, PLEASE TELL SOMEONE, preferably a trusted adult. They can get you the help you need!

I’m going to end this rant by saying this: YOU ARE AWESOME, AND DON’T LET ANYONE ELSE TELL YOU OTHERWISE! (:

(via itsjezzay-deactivated20111006)

2 years ago 4 notes bully bullying coming out crying depression gay school sensitive i get bullied too

abstrac-tedReblogged from abstrac-ted

Bullying and why I'm probably not coming out until my Junior or Senior year...

the-scheisse:

I already wrote a post about some girl in my photography bullied me to a point to where I pretty much cried. (you can see that here.) It’s not what she said necessarily, but once she said these things I began thinking about other things in my life. Like when she said to me “You’re an idiot”…

(via abstrac-ted)

2 years ago 2 notes bully bullied bullying i get bullied too

I was bullied when I was in 5th and 6th grade. I was made fun of for being different from the other kids and for being "fat". It was really only for 2-2.5 years, but it apparently occurred during a really impressionable time in my life because it really affected me throughout the rest of my life so far. For instance, I always seem to feel that others will hate me or just want to take advantage of me. I've made good progress, especially after having been in the military, but I still work to do.

An anonymous submission.