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How does a person who suffers from bulling feel? (Testimony)
I couldn't fall asleep last night. As I lay staring at the ceiling, I kept thinking what was wrong with me. I am a failure without friends. Nobody invites me to their parties and the only person who wants to meet me during free time from school is the nurse. I wonder why I am forcing myself to go to school every morning, how I am going to get through that door again or how I am going to face another day of pain. I have been bullied since the first day of childhood. I know exactly what it feels like to be isolated from all places, and I am an Olympian when it comes to having lunch alone. My room is covered with inspiring quotes like "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger." And I think… If I have been able to deal with all these people for so long, I will be able to distance myself from this past and simply forget this tortuous stage of my life. Since the first day of school I have thought that the future will be better. But I'm already tired of coming home crying every day. I'm tired of having lunch alone inside a bookstore. I'm tired of being the victim of those stupid kids. I'm tired of waiting for that future that I see more distant every day. I'm tired of having to force myself every day in the morning to go to school. I'm tired of continuing to be friendly. I'm tired of beating myself up for being myself. When I was in grade school, Lindsay poured a mixture of cookies and dirt on my head. And I didn't even flinch. I even smiled at him. I looked Lindsay directly into her eyes hoping she would smile, but she didn't. She just laughed in my face. He laughed more at me for smiling at him after what he did to me. When people talk about bullying, I don't think they really know the pain they feel on a daily basis. They should not know that this pain is so deep that I even feel bad physically. I no longer smile when I'm walking down the hallways. I no longer walk with my head held high. Then I walk into the classroom, sit down, and look at my watch. I tell myself that there is only a certain amount of time left in the day and that I will be safe soon. I get home, lie on my bed and watch a movie with some tea. This is my day.
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Te adjunto el graffiti que yo hice para mi tarea.
Espero que te sirva :3
