This is my life story

All of my school life I have got bullied. It started with just little bits of name calling. People talking about me behind my back, and sometimes even to my face. Then I started to get excluded from different friendship groups and different school activities. I would be by myself pretty much all of the time. But then I thought that things were getting better, they weren't. The name calling, being excluded from things and losing friends just carried on. Then I moved up to high school and I thought that I would be able to start over because those people who made me feel like nothing wouldnt be around anymore. I guess that I was wrong about that to. Year 7 was going great for me for the first few months. There was some name calling here and there, but that sort of thing happened to alot of people. I had a big group of friends who were always there for me. Two months before the end of the school year, in may, my nan died. It broke my heart. Its still broke. All of my friends were there for me around that time, but then it all changed. Around June or July, I started to get cyber bullied by the people who I thought were all of my friends. They created a group chat all about me. It was called lesbians because there was a rumour going around that I was a lesbian. Some of them were saying that they were going to f**k me up in school. They were also saying that I had to friends and saying how I was pathetic. One of the girls in the group chat started to make fun of my family. I didn't go into school for days because I was scared and having multiple panic attacks. When I finally did go into school, I was alone and everyone hated me. The people in the group chat didn't get punished or anything. Just before the end of the school year, in july, I was sexually assaulted on my way to school. That was one of the he scariest moments of my life. I was walking to school and saw a man in front of me, who was blocking my path. I asked him to move, but he didn't. So I asked him again and all he did was turn around. I quickly tried to go around him, but he grabbed me. He slowly started to move his hands up and down my body. I tried to get away but I couldn't. I finally got away and ran into school. I got to school and got a hold of my mum. She phoned the school and the police. Then I spent the whole day speaking to the police and my parents about what happened. Finally the school year had ended. The holidays had gone by quick. I started year 8. Things started to dial down a bit, but then everything started to go down hill all over again. I had gained friends, but lost them again. Got into so many arguements with people who I thought cared, but didn't. That was around the time that I started hurting myself. I managed to keep it from my parents for a while, but then my mum started to notice my scars. She phoned the school and told them about it and why I was doing it. None of the teachers did anything though, just like in year 7. The self harming still carried on throughout the year. A month before in finished year 8, in June, I tried commiting suicide by overdosing. It didn't do anything for me, I just got really sick and was throwing up for days. No one knew why though. I tried doing it again through the 6 week holidays, but nothing ever worked. I started year 9. Things were going fine, until October. One day, the cyber bullying started again. This time I didn't know who it was. They were telling me to slit my wrist, shoot myself and jump off of a cliff. That wasn't the worst part of the day because that was the same day that that my great granddad had died. It triggered a nerve. It made me want to start hurting myself again, so I did. In November, I finally got my councilling which I had been waiting an entire year for. The arguments with people in my year started up again. That also triggered a nerve. At the end of November or start of December, I was sexually assaulted again. This time the person was alot younger than the first one. This boy was about 15 or 16. He was my boyfriend. One day I was out with him and he tried to force himself onto me. When I refused, he started to get rough with me and hurt me. I had got home that day and he was messaging me. He said that if I didn't send him pictures of my chest, he would make my life a living hell. So I sent him a picture, not fully showing anything, and he went around showing the picture to people he knew. That made me feel so horrible. I self harmed around that time to. I cut the words fat, ugly, dumb into my legs and the word worthless into to my arm. I am still in year 9 now and things are still not getting better for me. But sometimes you have to learn that things will have to get worse for them to get better.