When I was in kindergarten a boy came up to me and punched me in the stomach. But I had so much pride, that I walked up to him and said "what? You think you can hurt me?" And then I walked away like a boss. But then ten minutes later the teacher came over to me and found me crying behind the dumpster.
When I was in the 7th grade, I got bullied horribly. They hurt me terribly, pushed me into walls, gave me bruises. I've been quiet ever since. Always afraid of everything. But I fake it for my parents. And its getting too hard. And I nearly break down from Anxiety every day and I feel so alone. No one knows how hard it is. I hate myself. Why can't I be good enough?
When I was three my dad left, my mom did drugs and drank every night, she dated a lot and while I was in school I was bullied to the point I pretended to be sick and never went. My mom told me at four years old to never use the same needle. I fell in love with a guy over the internet that is four years older than me and we're dating, honestly I have to say he is the best thing I have ever had...