Being Bullied For Being Weird, Emo, Depressing, Shy Or Just Different? Share Your Stories...

[Romani_Fate]

Share Your Stories And Advice? I Am Picked Up And Called 'Emo Bitch'... Open Up & Share?

[Romani_Fate]

When I Was Left With No One In The World, I Saw No Point In Living. My New-ish Friend Found I Was Going To Over Dose. She Told My Ex, Who I Had Recently Lost...Who Phoned My Mother. She Saw The Cuts, But Said Nothing. As I Became Closer With This Friend, I Saw She Was Not Any More Stable Than I Was. I Felt Like I Was Drowning And Nothing Was Real. What Was Reality? We Soon Went Back To School...Everyone Made It Clear That I Was Not Cared About. I Didn't Even Blame Them Anymore, Because I Did Not Care About Myself Either. I Uploaded A 'Secrets Video'. I Was Hated. I Don't Know If You Saw It, It Got A lot Of Views, People Telling Me To 'Get On With It And Kill Myself'. I Disabled The Video. On My Youtube Video, I Listed Everything I Was Currently Being Called (Emo Slut, Ugly Ginger Cunt, Attention Seeker, DNAGW: DNA Gone Wrong) The Video Is No Longer There, My Youtube Channel (Romani_Meow) Now Has 0 Videos. I Get Facebook Messages Daily, Telling Me To Put The Video Back Up So They Can Laugh At It, And That I Am A Retard For Photo shopping Fake Scars On My Arm. They Werent Fake. But No One Believes Me. I Am Probably The Most Hated Person In The School. The Only Guy I Ever Loved, Simply Doesnt Care. I Went Through A Lot With Him. He Has Bipolar, He Self Harms. He Can Not Even Feel Sympathy. Sympathy Is Not What I Want. I Wanted People To Know. I Let Them Know...And That Was What I Got. Thankyou. Today, I Was Told To Jump In front Of A Bus. I Was Also Told To Shoot Myself So They Have A Reason To Smile....Do I?

Edited October 18, 2012 by Romani_Fate

[Silent]

PM me if you feel like talkint to someone.

 

I don't want to share my story sorry its just not pretty at all...yours seems pretty tough though , almost makes me angry how shallow and hypocritical people can be.

Edited October 18, 2012 by Silent

[starchitect]

The only person on this planet that bullies me the most is me. /shrug

So my story is pretty fucked up because almost every chapter happened inside my head.

 

I'd rather not put it out in a forum thread .

 

And I'm sorry that people are being shitty to you because they want to be cool . But that's how people are because they don't want to be different, even though it's been established that not being normal is okay .

[thatguy]

HHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA

[MimiIsTheEvilAngel]

I lost a million friends once they found out that I hated rap and that I listened to heavvy metal .. They rejected me more once they found out I was Bi ..

[LoserGirlNamedKilo]

It was 6th grade that this bully took notice of me. My self esteem went lower each day. My mom was telling me to go outside cuz I was gainning weight. Then once my self esteem was down the Evil Voices invaded my head. Hatred filled me. My bully began picking on me, asking if I was writing a suicide letter...throwing and spitting paper wads at me...telling me I was ugly. 7th grade and it got physical...pushing me into lockers...I wanted to kill myself..I could've but I got a cat and a loving dog...I couldn't leave them in this hell hole...

 

I love them dearly...and now I think back at that and want to brust into tears.

I'm a Happy-go-lucky now:)

[Emojoint]

lol I shed a tear for u

[Storm]

Don't let what people say bother you.... If they tell you to do something like "jump in front of a bus" smile look them straight in the eyes and say I hope you have a nice day as well.

 

I'm not heartless I'm just going to be honest your story is one of many that I've heard but it never changes; there's always heart break lose pain hatered. All these things that just keep building and building until you "Take it laying down" so to say. If you show them it bothers you they won't leave you alone. I have emotion issues most of the time I don't feel at all so if this sounds like I'm coming off cold there was not any intention of doing so and I apologise for it, but it's always the same..... people torementing someone in school and them not standing up for themselves. Just think of it this way when they tell you you should do this or do that take it as a compliment and say something nice right back to them eventually they will stop because they will realize that their words don't bother you,....

[regretful-alliance]

At the start of sized grade. People began to laugh toward my weight. No matter how much i played the roll where i didn't care, people took notice of my anxiety for diet pills. As months came and went, they took costum to calling me mentally challanged, fat nose, chipmunk cheeks, fatass, ect. At this very moment i suspect I'm pregnant. I told who i trusted to be my nearest friend but ended being the biggest fake and word spread quickly around. People are calling me whore, slut, attention seeker etc. Claiming i did it on purpose. It wasn't my fucking fault i was rapped but you know what....idgaf i just continue keeping my head up high

[emoforever112698]

People would call me names and push me into lockers and trip me and yell at me on the bus. This kid would ask me if i was emo everyday and i would ignore him. People would put notes on my locker telling me that i dont deserve to live and i believed it. I hated myself for everything.

[XXemelyXX]

Mine isnt really tht bad actually now tht i read others. I shed a tear for you guys :'( .

 

Well when people found out i was emo i lost a lot of my friends now i dont have anyone by my side except my mother who trys to understand me. Everyday people at school and my family make fun of the way my hair is and they way i dress (wearing black a lot) people call me emo or slut. I always feel alone the little bit of people i actually call friends cant relate to me. Everyone mostly gives me faces or push me... I hope that one day i will find ppl who relate to me and stay by my side

[Offwiththefairies]

My parents split when i was younger and i lived with my mum. She was seen as unfit to look after me and my dad didn't want me. I put into foster care.

My foster parents completely ignore me and only look after me for the money i bring in.

Most of my friends tell me thier dirty little secrets and I'm just so sick of having to put up with other peoples crap......

I've started a burn book to get it all out.... I've been bullied, bitched about, bashed.. i used to just sit there and take it, but i'm over it..... i've started fighting back, screw the world, you dont like me then stuff you.

Thankyou for listening.

Good bye

[Guest Falling Friends]

Most people who bully are past victims themselves, just to point out. Some of YOU are judging them as you whine on about how you get judged. Aww, you don't like being bullied. Do something about it then! You call yourselves metal fans, act like it for goodness sake.

Edited October 30, 2012 by Falling Friends

[EvilActivity]

I manage pretty well to a point where i'm not phased. Theres a number of things I learned since I’ve had my bullies and headaches: how serotonin is involved in both depression and the opioid system that regulates the perception of pain; how diet is linked to migraines, how music helps, how my sense of self is located in my head, which makes the whole thing so much more disturbing. My friend sent me some (metal!) songs that are as effective as painkillers for my melting brains. I’ve given up chocolate since it’s supposed to be bad for migraines. I’ve also pretty much given up wine, since it triggers my headaches more times than not. Coffee, however, seems to help.

[biersacklover]

People sometimes say it and don't mean it, you may be tired of sympathy as I am, but i'm going to be sympathetic and say i'm sorry for all that you're going through. I can relate. I'll start from the beginning. If you don't want to read about this then i suggest you stop now if not, read on.

 

It started in sixth grade. I started losing friends. I don't even know how or why I started losing them. As soon as I did, I was being called a slut. My ex Danny stopped talking to me.

 

Then in seventh grade everything got worse. I started getting bullied worse. I got shoved into lockers and my fingers smashed in them. It got so bad that i cried in school.....I barely ever cry.

 

Then over that summer....I met someone who i thought actually cared for me. I really cared to him. His name is Zach. I met him at the place where I go camping at every year. He made my life so much simpler...and happier...lighter. Then I lost him...

 

Eighth grade year, this year, 14 years old. So far, worst year of my life. Here are the things that happened in order.

 

1. found out Zach doesn't even give a shit about me.

2. Had 2 weeks of therapy for cutting, suicidal thoughts, and depression All of which I still do to this day.

3. Currently in counseling, which I hate.

4.My dad told me he hated me, that i'm a fucked up kid, i'm an smart ass, ass hole, worthless, he almost took me to the state because he doesn't care about me and has enough of me. The thing is I believe all that he has said.

 

 

Things i've been called:

 

-ugly

-fat

-whore

-slut

-bitch

-ass

-smart ass

ass hole

-stupid

-retarded

-mental

-idiot

-emo

-cutter

-poser

-attention seeker

-dumb

-faggot

-many more

 

 

To clear things up, i'm NOT an attention seeker. I don't cut to receive attention. I'm not a poser. I'm a virgin.

 

Everything else is true though.

 

Yes, i'm depressed I cut.

 

I am insecure.

 

 

I cry myself to sleep.

 

Don't hate on me because you are ignorant.

 

hope i didn't waste your time.

[Night-Shade]

I am the only emo or goth person at my highschool, i get shit all the time. Name calling and insults on a daily basis, which really isn't that bad. But fucking football players always try to pick a fight with me, people bark at me all the time cos my collar. Luckily things rarily get physical, but all the harassment still goes on. I don't take that stuff to heart, i don't care what they think or say, and it some cases their reactions amuse me. If you're gonna act and dress and be a certian way, prepare to be judged. It sounds harsh but it's true. Surround yourself with people who accept you as you are, who cares what random people think. Now this isn't te case for every situation but quite a bit of them.

[Emojoint]

indeed

[emochick234]

ive had a hard life thats why i cut and do drugs i got mixed in with the wrong crowd and ended up getting sent away to a juvenile detention center my dad commited suicide three years ago and i watched him shoot himself my last words to him was i hate you and i wish u where dead well i got my wish i was in a pshc ward for 2 months because i had a eating disorder and i cut and did drugs i was diagnosed with 11 different disorders. my stepdad sexually abused me and i told my mom but she didnt do anything so i went to go live with a foster parent she got sick with cancer and i had to leave ilived in a shelter for a long time then i moved in with my grandma and she kicked me out. i met a guy online i thought he cared about me me and him dated and stuff and turns out all he did was want photos and he posted it on some website. so everyone can see.he got me into gangs like the bloods i wanted out but i cant be but finally they told me i could cus i have problems ive been shot stabbed and rapped many times. every mornining i wake up and cry like i do before i go to sleep.i have no friends at all and at school im called so many names and thats not the worst part im biosexual and everyone makes fun of me i want to die. i dont believe in god either so. that makes things worse. ive been called fat all my life so i dont eat at all. i drink till i pass out and i do so many drugs i just need a friend to help me but i dont have any at all. i need help but hteres no one there

[hugginginthedark]

On the last day of school about a week ago I got physically attacked by a group of boys. They didn't touch my friend (she's a tomboy) which I'm glad about. My uniform was ruined and I went home 2 hours early. Ended up going home and showering for hours and hours. I get the name calling and stuff every day I get called a boy even though my hair is really long and I wear bows in my hair. There are two other emos in my school, one in the year above and one in the year below. Cassidy in the year below is sweet and I get awesome hugs off her when I'm feeling down. Hannah in the year above me hates me and jokes about me with her friends. I don't really care but you'd think she'd understand or even think about it. Maybe I expected something mutal? idk. Every day I get these boys shouting Knives And Pens at me and I got my test paper cancelled cause they wrote it all over my answers. The first class I've ever failed. They blast the song in music and put it in my ears when I'm playing guitar. Tonight has probably been the best night in ages.

 

A neighbour who notices me crying in the phonebox gave me a bottle of vodka. Which is good to escape from everything. I feel guilty though and the relieve doesn't last for very long and your depressed again. Depression is genetic so idk. Both my parents have it and my brother has pills for it so who cares.

[blueBubblez3]

(if aanyone waants to talk to me go ahead ill listen) .

I remember I was inn the.sixth grade there I saw tthat.all my fifth grade classmates had grown up and I was bearlyy. leaarning what. a period was reaally. I had no friends at that time but then thhese three girls be. friended me and I. ffelt accepted. there I was learning everything like whht virginity meantt or..what aa condomm was I felt like they weere my teachers but they really laughed. at me behinnd my back. they told me to stop likking anime and to be normal and not be shhy annd they made fun of mee about my bra. size cuz. I was wearring. a training bra. when it was clear I really needed a b cup. anyway because of those comments other girls started to make fun me. but the sadd thing about those comments waas.that I had knoww idea wht they ment really. I tried ttell my mother about it but she neeveer listened even aboout the bra. part I tried telling a teacher about me gettting piccked in but tthey nnever did anything. day by day the girls.got worse and I never ffelt so uncomfortable changing in a locker room like I did then. I hid from everyonne I was so alone. I remembered.