why Three of the eleven years have spent in mainstream education I have been bullied. I was too young to remember the first two. that leaves one year, of completely carefree bliss. I have not known what it is is like to have someone to rely on and back me in a situation, I have yet to fully trust people apart from my family, amongst other things. Bullying absolutely sickens me, it is a foul thing, and I have yet to comprehend fully why people wish to intend physical and mental pain onto a person. I have done things i regret because of bullying. I have had to get counselling, yet what I hate most is watching my mother cry. What hurts me, hurts her. This may seem a general rant, but I am entirely against bullying and when I am old enough, I am going to do all I can to prevent it. I do not want one more child to experience what I have gone through with this.

roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet and so are you. but the roses are wilting, and the violets are dead, the sugar bowl is empty, and my wrists stained red.

mini rant it's hard when the people who you never thought would do it, hurt you. and they think it's completely fine to treat someone like dirt. my generation saddens me. there's no individuality or respect.

the hardest part of living is just taking breath to stay.

I hate seeing my mum cry.