my life started

My life started I was born in Frederiksberg Hospital. A cute baby who was named malou. The first kindergarten I went in, I was quickly taken out of because of bullying. My parents have always done it well for me and my siblings had to feel good. Come on in another kindergarten, called "Nightingale", the place was simply the best place I've ever been. They treated me properly and welcomed me. Every day after school I went to a club called "Egehuset". They were some wonderful people, I felt good there. Suddenly, I was bullied and called ugly words, it was uncomfortable. It hit me, locked me in the school toilet and escaped from hours, to cry out. There was violence in which some of the students spit, hit and kicked me. My head could not hold any more, only that was also bullied over the internet, because I took portrait pictures out. My dream was that I wanted to become a model, they made fun of that I looked like a monkey at the pictures and I was too ugly to be a model. It hit me hard,

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1. my life started

My life started I was born in Frederiksberg Hospital. A cute baby who was named malou. The first kindergarten I went in, I was quickly taken out of because of bullying. My parents have always done it well for me and my siblings had to feel good. Come on in another kindergarten, called "Nightingale", the place was simply the best place I've ever been. They treated me properly and welcomed me. Every day after school I went to a club called "Egehuset". They were some wonderful people, I felt good there. Suddenly, I was bullied and called ugly words, it was uncomfortable. It hit me, locked me in the school toilet and escaped from hours, to cry out. There was violence in which some of the students spit, hit and kicked me. My head could not hold any more, only that was also bullied over the internet, because I took portrait pictures out. My dream was that I wanted to become a model, they made fun of that I looked like a monkey at the pictures and I was too ugly to be a model. It hit me hard, they should really see how hard it is to be bullied. Had a hard time to open me up and say now it probably was the weakest in the class. All the sour garbage went out on me, my grandfather was found dead of a heart attack. I cried and felt bad. My world collapsed. I talked with a pyskolog about my upbringing and life, I was told that I was not the only one who felt that way about myself. Also got afvide that I have a syndrome ADHD, which stands for steam. Had it bad to get it know, but I am relieved. I had gone to a party where I just went down for a while, after it became a drink for me, as two girls had mixed as contained substances were anesthetized and fainted. Was close to death, if the two nice people who were called Natteravene not found me. Would like to thank them for saving my life. Thanks, got bad enough away with a concussion and a pressure ribs and a lot of bruises and abrasions on the body. Is now healthy. It was my story about myself, would like to make a difference. Remember to just be yourself no matter what, you are beautiful as is, find out smiles and anti-bullying.

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