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Submitted:Dec 18, 2011    Reads: 48    Comments: 6    Likes: 1   


Hi. My name is Darah. I'm fifteen years old. I seem really happy all the time, right? smiley

I'm not. On the inside, my feelings are completely dead. I've gotten to all of my breaking points. I've cut, multiple times. But don't worry, I've stopped that months ago. I've gotten bullied many times. Sometimes, I can't even take it when somebody plays a joke on me. I'm just that tired of being made fun of.

It started in 2nd grade, and all the way until 8th grade. I had one friend, her name was Alice. We were best friends. One day, a kid started to make fun of her for being my friend. The little "cliques" would join in to make fun of us. The next day, Alice was no longer my friend. I had another friend, she was Indian. Her name was Hannah. She had transferred into our class that year. I was very excited to have another friend. But the same thing happened. I went through many friendships during every grade. I got used to having no friends.

I was always the baby of the grade. People would make fun of me non-stop. I would go into the bathroom for the whole school day and just cry. I didn't want to go to my classes. People would stare at me. They would make fun of my face, my hair, my body, etc. I was extremely tired of it. I started cutting in the 3rd grade. No 3rd grader ever deserved those scars.

In 7th grade, I got a boyfriend. His name was Daniel. He was very sweet. Our relationship lasted for two whole school years! I was incredibly sad when Daniel broke up with me. But I recovered easily. After all, I had been alone all those years.

I've stayed strong in all my years. In 8th grade, I got so tired of bullying, I quit school. Now I'm homeschooled. I've stayed strong, though. I'm still recovering from my years of bullying. I've grown up and learned many new things. My new passion is to be an author, even though I know few things about writing. It means a lot when people comment on my stories. I feel like that person has become my friend, and has respect for me.

I will be incredibly happy, if somebody, at least one person, can find inspiration. Never lose hope. It's always there. You will find happiness.

D o n ' t

L o s e

H o p e .

E v e r . ♥





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