Dont do something to some one unless you would like it to happen to you.

SO have you readers ever seen those commercials where they always end it by saying something like "Its a thin line between fun and Forever" or "Its a thin line between love and controlling" and normally they have a teen explain the situation.

Well Its called the "A Thin Line" commercials. Thy talk about dating abuse, digital direspect, sexting, and cruelty.

Well heres my story. From growing up i havnt exactly grown up with full emotional support. Kindergarden, YES FUCKING KINDERGARDEN, i was picked on. No not the play gorund bully way, it was some really hard core shit that you woouldnt think a kindergardener would ever have the feelings to hate some one so much. There was this girl. ((Since i havnt got any concent to use name ill keep ASIA QUALLS anonnymous. :P)) And she didnt exactly like me. I had this bestfriend ((again no consent so JASMIN WEIHE will be anonnymous)) she was a great friend. I could talk to her about anything. She was my first ever best friend... I stayed over at her house she stayed over at mine. ASIA never liked me. I dont know why. She constantly made up lies about me, and because i never really knew what the teacher was talkign about the teacher believed HER ove rme becaus ei was always smileing and for some reason she was a convincing crier. 1st ans 2nd grade i was sent to the PAC room ALOT thanks to ASIA. She liked to torment me until i lost my temper and started yelling back then the water works came and she got the teacher on her side you know what i'd hear? "Go to the PAC room." You'd think that hearing the insults "Your stupid" or "your ugly" wouldnt affect a 6-7year old. But they did. Whenyou heard the same insult for about 3-9years of your life, with additional insults as the years passed, for 8 hours every day 5 days a week, and 10 months a year. They start to stick. They start to really affect how some one looks at them selves. They start to make an mental impression, an emotional scar.
By 3rd grade i have been LITERALLY spit on by ASIA and her friends, called a racist to mexicans.. er well Latinos in general. Soon i had no friends to back me up, no one to talk to. By 5th grade. My so called best friend ditched me for this girl ((no consent so KAITLIN will be anonnymous)) she started dressing sluttier, and more make up that made her look like a drag queen, she started insulting me when KAITLIN did, and soon i started having peopel soem up to me and asking me if what JASMIN and KAITLIN said here true. NO IT WASNT now dont ask.!
Now i did make a new friend in 5th grade, the first one ive had since.. well for 6 years i pretty much didnt really have any friends. Kayla was my first friend ever. It soon was later that i realized the guy i was crushing on was Kaylas brother. And she has openly admitted that i was annoying to her and she didnt like me very much... And i alwasy explain that what do you expect when a girl has been emotionally scarred and insulted for a long time. When i knew Kayla had finally softened up around me i became well like a duckling who follows there mother every where. Kayla made me feel good. She made me realize that not eveyr one can be cruel.
In 7th grade me and Kayla were in my standards best friends. Her family had become my second family. They were there just as fast as kayla was. Im not saying that the insulsts stopped there.
Once peopel found out as they got older what some words meant i wasnt called Ugly or stupid any more. i was called:
-Ugly as fuck
-the most retarted person they've known
-A back stabbing bitch
-A slutty skank
-A whore
-A friendless hobo (you know because my family was poor)
-A stuck up nerd
And the list goes on for ever.
I normally wouldtn openly admitt this. But In 8th grade things changed for the worse, i almost lost Kayla either, in 7th grade still or 8th grade year.. (i think 8th grade) Im not going to detail on that, I didnt loose her fully though. I was jumpped many times that year because i was supposevly always talkign behind peoples back and callign then bitches and whores, and slutts and skanks, and all that... Now befor ei finish this id like to ask "WHY THE HELL WOULD SOME ONE LIKE ME SIT HERE AND CALL THE PEOPLE,, WHO HAVE BEEN TORMENTING ME FOR EVER CALLING ME those NAMES,, A SKANK, WHORE, BITCH. etc??"
The second and Last time of the year i got jumped the girl ((who again in no consent BRITTANY DIAMOND will stay anonnymous)) said i wanted to get into a fight with her "home girl" ((ROBIN will be anonnymous)) and that because of me [really was her fault for sending me the damn threating voice message] she got suspended. She got grounded for getting suspended. So she wanted to beat me up,, also because ive been callign her a bitch and a slutt and a skanky whore and a easy target to have sex with behind HER back.. Do i have to repeat the question i just asked?
So thats my story, ive been emotionally scarred for life. I still wonder if what i look like is beautiful or ugly. I can still point out my flaws and say all the things my bf would say are beautiful about me.

I think from being called dumb, stupid and all those names i have mentally made myself beleive that i am dumb, so when i work hard in school its not because it'll help me get an A but because i litterally need to work hard or i wont get it at all. I will literally be dumb in that. It sticks once i get it. But it wont stick for long.

And when ti comes ot my looks. Well its a no brainer there. I feel about just as ugly as i feel. They way i dress low cut shirts, short skirts/shorts. TIght jeans. They're just anything to get people from staring at my face. Not becaus ei want attention at those parts. I just dont want people looking at my face. Which is why i like when my hair is in my face.

So theres my story, dont pick on some one when yoou dont know why you dont like them you just dont like them, dont make them feel bad because once its told to some one for years everyday 5 days, 10 months a year 9 years of their life for even one or two years, It really sticks. Up until the start of the summer before freshman year i started ot believe i was a whore. Or a slut. Not because i slept with any one, but because i was going through 5-8 boyfriends a year. it gradually went down to 6 a school year. then 4... Now ive mad eit to a all time 3 so far. And the third one is making me happy. And doubt we'll break up.. I actually beleive (and i still do) that i am ugly. I still try to find ways that would make ME feel beautiful.
As much as i love to hear people call me beautiful, pretty, or cute, i dont beleive them. But i fish for those compliments. Because i know some day ill believe it, just as long as i have people who can constantly say this to me. Make me feel good. Make me feel great. Make me Feel like i matter...

Whats your story, or whats a story you know? Feel like you need to tell your story. Feel heard. Go to they give you a page that you can tell them your story. Tell them what you think should be done. Or what you know have happened to some one.

My advice to every one. Dont make fun of some one, and make them feel bad. Just how much do you think you'd feel if it was you in their shoes? And dont say you wouldnt care!? Because thats the exact line i'd used from 4th grade all the way up to 8th grade. Even when i had gotten jumped. I said i didnt care. But deep down it hurt so much to know, someone , who i barely ever talked to, hated me so much...

So dont pick on people you dont know ANYTHIGN about. 'Caus emaybe just one day you'll be working for that same person. Or you'll be the reason why they commit suicide or the reason why theres a shooting at your school. Or even the reason why you're dead, your friends are dead, and that person is in jail. Emotional affects like this can scar people for ever.

Im a prime mental example.


Think before you speak. And if what you think about isnt very smart or nice. Keep it to yourself. Jokeing has its borders. And theres a thin line between I was just kidding and i really mean it

--Star