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2 years ago 8 notes bullies bullying i get bullied too suicide

flying-to-neverlandReblogged from flying-to-neverland

flying-to-neverland:

2 years ago today….I got the worst phone call of my life. My best friend in the whole world was dead. He was killed by a self-inflicted gun shot wound to the head. His little brother discovered the body. When I met Jeff in 5th grade we became best friends right away, we liked the same movies, same people, had the same sense of humor. We could be doing absoultly nothing at all and still have the greatest time in the world. He was there for me when my dad died, he was one of the first people I saw after my accident, we were there for each other through everything. We made plans to travel Europe together after high-school, we always said we were going to get out of the this god-forsaken small town together. Now all throughout middle school Jeff had minor problems with bullies. But then the summer before freshman year it started to get worse and worse. He started football camp with high expectations of finally being on the high-school team. But slowly…you saw his one kinder spirit disintegrating into nothingness. The bullying was getting worse and worse and worse. He even ended up in the hospital with a dislocated shoulder and a black eye. He promised me daily that he would be okay. That many have survived worse. But it’s not okay, it’s never okay to bully someone. Bullying cost me my best friend, it ruined my freshman year of high school. Thanks to bullying, I will never celebrate another birthday, christmas, sweet 16, I won’t get to graduate with him or travel the world like we planned. I will forever blame the school for what happened. Jeff was publicaly harrassed at school, and what did people do? NOTHING. Nothing, and now he’s dead. Everyone at school has moved on, no one talks about him, or mentions him. It’s like he never existed. But he will live on in my heart. I will think of him everyday, of the great times we had, and the great times he’s missing. Jeff didn’t have to die. Speak up if you see bullying. I’m serious. Don’t let this happen to someone you love. Always remeber that life is a precious gift, and can be taken away at any moment. So love a little stronger, laugh a little louder, and live a little crazier. Don’t be filled with regret.
I love you and miss you Jeff. 
Forever and always. 

flying-to-neverland:

2 years ago today….I got the worst phone call of my life. My best friend in the whole world was dead. He was killed by a self-inflicted gun shot wound to the head. His little brother discovered the body. When I met Jeff in 5th grade we became best friends right away, we liked the same movies, same people, had the same sense of humor. We could be doing absoultly nothing at all and still have the greatest time in the world. He was there for me when my dad died, he was one of the first people I saw after my accident, we were there for each other through everything. We made plans to travel Europe together after high-school, we always said we were going to get out of the this god-forsaken small town together. Now all throughout middle school Jeff had minor problems with bullies. But then the summer before freshman year it started to get worse and worse. He started football camp with high expectations of finally being on the high-school team. But slowly…you saw his one kinder spirit disintegrating into nothingness. The bullying was getting worse and worse and worse. He even ended up in the hospital with a dislocated shoulder and a black eye. He promised me daily that he would be okay. That many have survived worse. But it’s not okay, it’s never okay to bully someone. Bullying cost me my best friend, it ruined my freshman year of high school. Thanks to bullying, I will never celebrate another birthday, christmas, sweet 16, I won’t get to graduate with him or travel the world like we planned. I will forever blame the school for what happened. Jeff was publicaly harrassed at school, and what did people do? NOTHING. Nothing, and now he’s dead. Everyone at school has moved on, no one talks about him, or mentions him. It’s like he never existed. But he will live on in my heart. I will think of him everyday, of the great times we had, and the great times he’s missing. Jeff didn’t have to die. Speak up if you see bullying. I’m serious. Don’t let this happen to someone you love. Always remeber that life is a precious gift, and can be taken away at any moment. So love a little stronger, laugh a little louder, and live a little crazier. Don’t be filled with regret.

I love you and miss you Jeff. 

Forever and always. 

2 years ago 19 notes bullies bullied bullying i get bullied too suicide

transcendentialismReblogged from transcendentialism

You know whats sad?

thedopeshoww:

When the bullies drive me to want to commit suicide.

When all they do is tell me how worthless and stupid I am.

When they tell me how fat and ugly I am.

How they spread the rumors that destroy my self esteem more.

How they tell everyone what a wimp I am, and how I’ll never make it through life.

How all I’ve EVER been is nice to them.

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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! (:

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2 years ago 18 notes bullying cutting death depression harassment pain suicide i get bullied too

alongsidemyself-deactivated2012Reblogged from alongsidemyself-deactivated2012

deathcruiser:

Goddamn, it’s like everyone stopped caring. Even the teachers don’t care when I’m clearly suffering. It’s like I’m shouting into a pillow every day. I want somebody to notice but at the same time I don’t want to be told I’m seeking attention.

I’m stuck

I don’t know where to go.

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