in middle school i was bullied a lot by most of the boys in my class.
i was a very garrulous boy before middle school, and that was how i made friends before, so i kept this talkative personality for middle school. unfortunately the boys in my class seemed to not like it and bullied me for it, always calling me annoying and to screw off. I remember i was sick for like two days and when i came back, the boy who sat next to me told me that it was literally heaven without "an annoying kid sitting next to me". i knew i was being bullied but i took no action to prevent it and i guess it was my fault. by the end of 6th grade, i had one friend.
in my 7th grade, i was still being bullied. i remember 7th grade was the year i asked a girl out, but i was rejected. i respected her decision, but somehow every boy in my class knew. they always ask me if i asked her out, and would answer "obviously you're so annoying she would never go out with an annoying kid." that really fucked me up to this day. Even my teachers bullied me. I remember i did extremely poorly on a math test (i got a 30 on it), and my teacher made an announcement just to tell the class i did bad. he said "you guys did great on the exam, except kenneth (me). he received a 30 on the exam". thats was really fuck up and the kids all looked at me with shame. well i would be ashamed if i got a 30 an exam, but i dont think it was very mature of a fucking teacher to make an announcement just to humiliate a 12 year old. at the end of 7th grade i was fully aware i was being bullied but didn't do anything.
in 8th grade, the same shit happened, getting bullied. i really started to give up on life by then. the bullying was constant i couldn't stop it by then. i always told myself one more year. i always blame myself for not seeking help. i was bullied for who i was as a person. they bullied me for my personality and i was about done with life. the last day of school, my class was going to go to the park to play and chill but didn't invite me.
in high school i met some great people who actually liked me for who i was. however after middle school, i was so paranoid of being bullied like that again, i didn't show my true personality. i was being fake to most people because i didn't want to be emotionally hurt again. i only showed my personality to people whom i believed to be a great friend. so far its been great, but i am still tormented by those people who bullied me.
i live in nyc and still go to high schoool, so for those who live in nyc, you must know that a majority of high school kids use MTA trains to get to school. to this day, i am paranoid of the people who bullied me. i am afraid that i will see those people again; to an extent where if i see them, i will simply wait for another train; even if it takes 30 minutes for it to come. if i see them it will remind me of those days.
for all those bullies out there, this is what a result of bullying can do. please stop