My Life Story

Sarah S

I am 16 years old, in grade 11, and my life is messed up. It all started when I was in grade 7, when I moved back to my home town (where grown up). I was just a kid loving life, with no problems, have great friends, and just amazing life. But in grade 7, I started getting picked on. I started getting called names like fat, ugly, waste of space, etc. I honestly hated the names, I hated my life. I didn't understand why people started acting like that to me.

In grade 8, last year in education school and the name calling and bulling is still going on. I never told my mom, or the teacher because I thought the name calling will get worst so I left it to myself. About half way in grade 8, I started getting stressed out, and mad at myself. I started self-harming myself. I started wearing long sleeves, baggy sweaters. For my grade 8 Grad, my mom bought me this gorgeous dress, but I didn't wear it because the cuts, and scars. So I just wear it but with a sweater over it

High school came along, Grade 9. I thought everything will change, and no one will remember what happen in education school, but I still wear long sleeves, and baggy sweater, and most of the time I wear sweat clothes all the time. In grade 9, I thought my life was going to change, and it did. I loved it, I had great friends who loved and cared about me. I was getting great grades in all my classes. In grade 10, everything changed. This girl who came to my school was telling everyone rumors about me, and she was calling me names, and picking on me. But no one believed her, that was a good thing. She told everyone that I had scars, and cuts all over my arms. They didn't see anything, so they still didn't believe her.

In the summer time, I started talking to this guy, he was like the nicest, sweetest, and caring guy I ever met. He didn't care what happen in my pass life. We talked days and days, and the more I talked to him, the more I fell in love with him. Couple weeks before high school started, I went to the lake with some of my friends, and I still talked to him. One night he finally asked me out, I was happy. In grade 11. I started loving my life again, I was happy. Everyone see smiling, happy, and a careful person. I loved it. I had a great boyfriend who loved me, and cared about me. He doesn't care about my scars on my arms. He told me that I'm beautiful with them or without them.

But when December came, everything changed again. I don't understand why my life is being like this to me. My boyfriend met this other girl, and for some reason, he changed a lot when he met her. He wasn't himself, and I didn't like it. So I broke up with him. After winter break, I was depressed, sad, unhappy, not myself anymore. I hated what happened. I missed him a lot and I still do. The past weeks after winter break, I keep thinking about him, I knew the guy I fell in love with is still there somewhere.

I know how I put this doesn't make sense at all, but trust me. My life is the worst life to live in right now. I had other things happen to me when I was younger, and I hate remembering those bad memories. My life right now is just a big old mess and I honestly hate it. I'm trying so hard to get it right again, but every time I try do it, it comes back to me, and makes my life worst. My life it just really confusing..