I wish I could say that there was at least one person that made me feel safe in this mess that I call my life. But there wasn't. Sure, there were the students who didn't bully me, but they did nothing to stop it from happening. Most of them would just stand by and watch as it all happened.
Sometimes I wonder if my life right now would be different if my mother hadn't left when I was young. Would I still be bullied? Would I at least have one friend? I never dwell too much on what could have been. It only makes what's happening to me now even worse because I don't know how to make it stop.