that’s how i started. people called me names, fat, a bitch, slut, whore, cunt, ugly, ect. i wanted to get away from it. i would lock my myself in my room and get a knife a cut. hoping i would get away from the bullying, even if it was just for a little while. the cutting helped for a while, then people would start noticing, the would call me emo on top of the other names. i became depressed. it affected my school work, my relationship, everything. at one point i couldnt take the pressure i thought everyone had on me. i cut myself so badly i could of died. someone noticed at school and told the principal. she then contacted my mother. my mom came home saw my crying in the corner in my room. she asked me why i did it, the only thing i could say was that it was my escape from the real world.