I was bullied all my life. I had many problems at home.Nobody really liked me at all. Back in pre-K This boy used to pinch me very hard and pick on me .One day I broke my arm trying to defend my self from him.The teachers thouti was crazy. My mom came up there to the school and nothing got settled. They faked her in her face. on awards day I didn't get anything.In first grade.I had two friends. I remember one day I told my friend happy bday and she lied and said I called her a bitch. I was sad that day because I thought she liked me and I was happy for her to turn six. The teachers treated me differently as always. They would slang me around and hit me for nothing. I flunked first grade and went to another school.The teacher treated me like shit. She pulled my grades down and got me into trouble all the time. I was never in anything and was made fun of by students. In second grade this girl made fun if me and used to fight me for no reason. I got into trouble alot because of her. Her and a boy used to bully me. My teacher treated me like shit also. She hated me. But I passed second grade. In third grade I switched schools again. Everyone liked me until one day this girl started to pick on me. All my friends stabbed me in the back.Hard too. The teacher didn't like me she embarrassed me alot. When she found out I had a therapist she always smiled creepy at me. Bitch I'm not crazy if that's what your thinking. In forth grade I switched schools. My mom was still with her abusive bf he abused everyone. Even me and my sister. Her dumb ass got pregnant by him.He molested me. I never told anyone but my grams. She called DHR and we were saved.I remember my whole class wanted to fight me because they hated me.... In fifth grade we had to go back home.I started to self harm. At this time my self esteem was low as fuck. I had a girlfriend too. (Yes I'm bisexual,not a stud nor a dike.Never will be.) The teacher called out my bad grades and embarrassed me always. People would laugh at me. The seventh and eighth graders would laugh at me and my sister. We got into a fight with two eighth graders because they slapped us. In sixth grade,by this time I was at the hospital by six times. From attempt of suicide and over dosing. I found out about ptv,sws,bvb,p!atd etc... People asked why was I interested in rock. They always called me weird(because I'm black and like post-rock music). By this time I had been through two boyfriends. They didn't respect me. So I dumped them in front of alot of people.I was in a gang and didn't give a Damn about anything.Teacher bullied me and never did let me go to the nurse or the bathroom. So I went to the bathroom and pissed. What was I supposed to do? Pissed in the carpet hell no. In seventh grade I came back different. I shaved the side of my head off and have rainbow braids.I wanted to be different.I now go out with my used to be boy best friend. I love him so much because no one has ever stuck with me for so long. Or treated me like a real person and cared for me like he does. I have my girl best friend still. I love her.Me and my sister are getting better.The assistant principle is hating us but we don't give a FUCK because it's called jealousy. Everyone likes me again and my sister. We are popular and I wouldn't trade this for anything.Maybe we're just having to much fun. Are we? Now we are.Can we create something beautiful and destroy it? Yes,yes we can.