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Fifth Grade

I wanted to share my story…

by ClaudiaValencia 11/8/2015

written by ClaudiaValencia

I am really nervous about sharing my story as I dont want to say anything that will bother or upset anyone 🙁 but i will try my best to express myself in a way in which no one will be upset by.

I was born in Venezuela and i moved to the united states when i was 3, iam 17 and almost 18 now. (forgive me for not mentioning where in the USA i live)

I am really grateful to this country because it has given me great opportunity where as in Venezuela I would most likely not amount to much (not that i will ever amount […]

11/8/2015 9 comments

So I’ve been alive for sixteen short years, some say its barely long enough to think I know what pain is. But you see, I do know what it is. Because pain is the descent of hate; which I am very familiar with. I don’t have the hardest life, but it is not easy. I’m still growing up, in a family who doesn’t like me; a town who knows my name. But for all the wrong reasons, I’ve been pushed around all my life, put down; and kicked while I was on the ground. I started cutting in fifth grade, came out to some friends […]

6/4/2013 3 comments

My story. Part 2

by ChellyDiane 5/21/2013

written by ChellyDiane

fourth grade and things didnt get better. People didnt really talk to me and if they did, they never had anything nice to say to me.I constantly got called names; Fatty, little miss piggy, worm (because i had my hair braided and they looked like little worms), four eyes, book worm, slob, ugly etc.Â I became very drawn back and I started to write poetry. My first poem was called no one cares about me. its a selfÂ explanatoryÂ poem.Â the names got to me. they weighted on my heart so much. I became bitter towards the world. I started to get a really bad attitude. I fought back […]

5/21/2013 0 comment

I don’t know where else to tell my story. No one’s ever listened.

by betrayingtheworld 3/25/2013

written by betrayingtheworld

I was born on December 16th 1998 into a loving supportive family, I don’t know how I ended up like this.

My mother was a tattoo artist, and my father a truck driver. They were too busy when I was a child to take care of me, so I had to go to daycare. The first time I was called a bad name was in that daycare. Ever since that day I’ve never forgotten everything I’ve ever been called. And that was also when the nightmares started. I don’t know if they were interconnected, or whether I just made it all up to get over it, […]

3/25/2013 1 comment

feeling lost…

by bendingsteel 12/2/2012

written by bendingsteel

hi. well my name is zoe I’m 14 and I think I’m really depressed I’ve had emotional issues since I was in fifth grade but I haven’t ever told anyone about it. I’m a middle child in between two brothers. my dad neglects me and verbally abuses me while I think my mom is great. I hate my life so much and no matter how hard I try I can’t seem to find anything to do about it. I’m so scared that I’m going to end up killing myself cause that’s not what I want to happen. I cut myself on a regular basis and […]

12/2/2012 2 comments

I’ve never had anybody before.

by jmrj 10/15/2012

written by jmrj

Hi, i’m 15, I’m a girl, and I’ve been through hell. I’m a sophomore, and I know what its like to lose everyone you’ve ever had. My mom had me at 16, and starting at three years old, my mom was dating around a lot, got hip on drugs and alcohol. Both of my parents were VERY bad alcoholics. My mom was dating this guy that beat her, and made me watch, then my sister was born, I was three, taking care of a baby my mom couldn’t take care of.. We got evicted and lived in a car for a week when i was […]

10/15/2012 3 comments

Why bother

by frodor 4/16/2012

written by frodor

I was abused pretty early on by my father. Mentally and physically. He tried to kill me with a gun.Â It misfired twice. I used to think I was fortunate that happened, now I wish when heÂ shot, he killed me. I would have saved me a lot of suffering.

Went to school teased there as well. Stood up to them didn’t matter. Beat them up. Didn’t matter. Told school officials didn’t matter.

Then my mother abused me mentally. She checked out on life for a number of years by taking percocet and valium.Â Which left me at 8 to pay the bills. The money was there […]

4/16/2012 2 comments

I’m trying

by Maya 4/6/2012

written by Maya

Dear Whoever Is Reading This,

Hi, i’m Maya. I’m 13 years old now, & turning 14 in a couple months. I’m very short for my age (4’11), I have long black hair, I’m Japanese, I’m a dancer, & I believe that God made me beautiful. Seems great, right?

Lets start from the beginning of my life. From when i was first born to about age 8, i was the happiest kid you could ever meet. I was an angel child, too. I never cried when my family was trying to sleep, I was nice to everyone & everyone was the same toward me, teachers loved me, I […]

4/6/2012 2 comments

this is my story. i guess.

by babypanda 2/2/2012

written by babypanda

Well, I guess I should start at the beginning. Â When I was in fifth grade, I was diagnosed with ADD. Â ADD makes it hard for me to focus for very long. Â Fifth grade was a very difficult year for me. Â I have always been a bit unique. Â I never really fit in. Â I listened to Christen music, which no one else thought was cool, even though I went to a Catholic school. Â I was made fun of for listening to TobyMac, who certain peers called “BigMac,” for reasons unknown to me. Â I told a guy I had like since second grade that I liked him […]

2/2/2012 5 comments

I’m Sick and tired of being sick and tired!

by Zakulover101 3/9/2009

written by Zakulover101

So it all started in the fifth grade, My uncle had just died from cancer. I was sad of course. I started to wear alot of black. People of course did’nt care all they did was call me gothic and emo. My life was just so stupid, I didn’t know what to do at the age of 10, I had friends but why would I tell them anything?Â So I just became really isolated and just kept to myself, I thought this was just a new to live life, But then my mom was diagnosed with deppresion and Bipolar, Before that my parent’s split upp, […]

3/9/2009 2 comments