The Cuts On My Wrist

STOP BULLYING!!!!
Hey everyone. This is a collection of people's stories about being bullied or bullying and also some advice and quotes and little things like that are included to help stomp out bullying. Please read and help us stop The bullying... every little bit counts to a better future. If would like to be heard please email me at rebecca.herkess@education.nsw.gov.au and you can have a voice as well:) WARNING. This story may be a little depressing to those who are like me, and are bullied.

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32. :'(

How do I start this off... 

 

It is so hard every day, seeing all these people. People who are careless, who don't care about people like us, people who are hurt. 

Then I see all these girls, that are naturally skinny, and beautiful and I just feel like breaking down and crying. Because I'll never be like that. And, they call themselves fat, and ugly and im here thinking if you're fat and ugly, then I must be a slimy toad with a stomach 300 times the size it should be. 

Then I see all these cute guys and im just like, if only I were one of those skinny girls, then maybe one of those cute guys would call me beautiful, not what they call me now. 

 

I find it so hard to just carry on in life. I mean, even just day to day. Sometimes the pills in my cuboard are like a gateway to non pain. Its bad enough that I have to live with the size of my stomach, hips and thighs, but because of other people's unthoughtfulness I hate myself. I have these cuts on my hips that I don't want, yet I need. 

Imagine your closet when you were a child. Do you remember that old toy you had at the back of it, that was old tattered, scratched and broken, the one that was worthless, but you weren't allowed to throw it away? 

That toy is me. 

The everyday stuff that you guys can do, I can barely do anymore. Like exercise, getting changed, even sitting down. That puts so much pain on ny hips, that I would just give up, and walk away. I want to quit, I really do, but my scissors are my drug dealer. My cuts are my ecstasy (MDMA). I can't. 

So please, for your own sake. Don't let them get to you, don't let them win. Or you'll end up like me, broken and battered, wanting to die. I don't want you to die. 

 

 

AN. Btw if I just magically stopped coming on here one day, you'll know the pills worked. 

 

~Becca

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