I grew up in a house with young parents and no money. Both turned to bad things. I changed schools a lot. I grew up depressed and lonely. I started surrounding myself around a small group of friends. Middle school came around, and those friendships broke off. I got bullied a lot for wearing sweatshirts from the bruises I was being given on a daily basis. Obviously no one knew. I didn't belong at home, but I didn't belong at school. I was always so sad, and didn't want to live anymore. High school came around and it got no better, until Junior year. I got a job, worked out a lot, and focused hard in school because that was always something I was good at along with raising my little brother. MY mom was eventually diagnosed with cancer, and that got hard. Relationships fell apart, and it was hard to trust people. I'm doing better now. Still working on who I am, but being bullied didn't stop me. Don't give up. Whatever you do... DON'T LET THEM WIN! Fight. Be you. In the end, it's your life. Live it right. Prove the ones that doubt you wrong. You're worth more than you may think.