Well, there was this one time someone said 'You put a bad name for Puerto Rico'(I was raised there most my life, and it's my heritage.) and that made me want to punch them in the face. But there are tons of things...
In sixth grade, I was bullied a lot for being one out of like five people in my whole school. People called me Emo Asian Amy. I didn't know where the "Emo" came from, but whenever someone looked at me, they'd look in dead in the eye and pretend to slit their wrists and hang themselves.
I just ended sixth grade and they did the same to me. Except they wouldn't pretend to slit their wrist or anything... They'd call me a freak, emo, gothic, the usual.... Some asked if I slit my wrist and whenever I got a scratch, they'd tease me about it... It was pretty annoying. On the bus, everyone calmed me Emo, or Emo Elmo since I always wear an Elmo hat.
Gosh, that's terrible. I'm really sorry. Kids are so cruel. I just finished my Freshman year in high school. It was so weird because in sixth grade I didn't even dress a certain way or anything. It just happened. It was like, suddenly the whole grade just turned on me other than some of my friends. People would just come up to me and pull up my sleeves and like, examine my arms. It was so ridiculous.
They did the same to me, actually. It's dumb how people just assume things. They bullied me because of my appearance, rather than my personality. It was bad enough I was bothered because of the whole 'Straight A+Glasses+Braces= NERD' thing, this made it worse. It's terrible, and I wish people could understand that even if I was emo or not, or any other label for that matter, I'm still a human being and I'm not gonna go around judging you for your appearance, so why do it to me, you know?
Someone spread a rumour about me that I was being sexually abused by my parents. I don't even know why, but it got my teachers worried because they heard, and then my principal found out about it and it blew up when the police and social workers were sent to my home. Ugh, what the heck.
I was in 8th grade as well, so you can imagine how nasty the people were at my school.
Well, there was this one time someone said 'You put a bad name for Puerto Rico'(I was raised there most my life, and it's my heritage.) and that made me want to punch them in the face. But there are tons of things...
told me to be realistic after i told them my life goals
Told me to kill myself, and that theyre gonna kill me, a few days after they told me they would always have feelings for me
Teachers at my school tell me I can't be an artist for a living.
In sixth grade, I was bullied a lot for being one out of like five people in my whole school. People called me Emo Asian Amy. I didn't know where the "Emo" came from, but whenever someone looked at me, they'd look in dead in the eye and pretend to slit their wrists and hang themselves.
I just ended sixth grade and they did the same to me. Except they wouldn't pretend to slit their wrist or anything... They'd call me a freak, emo, gothic, the usual.... Some asked if I slit my wrist and whenever I got a scratch, they'd tease me about it... It was pretty annoying. On the bus, everyone calmed me Emo, or Emo Elmo since I always wear an Elmo hat.
Gosh, that's terrible. I'm really sorry. Kids are so cruel. I just finished my Freshman year in high school. It was so weird because in sixth grade I didn't even dress a certain way or anything. It just happened. It was like, suddenly the whole grade just turned on me other than some of my friends. People would just come up to me and pull up my sleeves and like, examine my arms. It was so ridiculous.
They did the same to me, actually. It's dumb how people just assume things. They bullied me because of my appearance, rather than my personality. It was bad enough I was bothered because of the whole 'Straight A+Glasses+Braces= NERD' thing, this made it worse. It's terrible, and I wish people could understand that even if I was emo or not, or any other label for that matter, I'm still a human being and I'm not gonna go around judging you for your appearance, so why do it to me, you know?
"I'll pray for you."
Someone spread a rumour about me that I was being sexually abused by my parents. I don't even know why, but it got my teachers worried because they heard, and then my principal found out about it and it blew up when the police and social workers were sent to my home. Ugh, what the heck.
I was in 8th grade as well, so you can imagine how nasty the people were at my school.