Recently, I went into tenth grade, and I was always hanging out with my close friend. One day she left the school and, well, I had nobody anymore. Unfortunately, that led to me being bullied by pretty much ALL of my classmates. One of the bullies was a close friend of my close friend, and on my desk, I found a note from her saying "GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU WHORE," I cried my eyes out. I almost couldn't take it anymore, no, I couldn't take it anymore. Everyday from that day onwards I would always do some sort of self-harm, from hitting my head against a wall, to cutting and strangling myself. I was ready to leave this world. That's when I met him. There was a new kid in my class. At lunch he came up and talked to me. We talked for a REALLY long time, but then he noticed all of thr band aids I was wearing. He asked me what was wrong and I told him EVERYTHING. He understood me and what was going on. He saved me. He helped me. He's why I'm still alive. He's my BF now.