Hi guys, I am Victoria and I am going to tell you my story.
I know you will hate me.
I was adopted and in school I got made fun of for it. In Kindergarden I had no friends. People thought I was a freak. In grade one two and three I made friends. They let me eat with them and play with them during break. But they would always laugh at me and make fun of me- it became a game . Who can make her cry hardest. But they were the only people I had.
In grade four I made a new group of friends. They didn't laugh at me. They excluded me , hit me and blamed me for everything . I hated myself. Things settled down with them in grade five and they only made fun of me for my weight. I started to pinch my wrist . I started self harm in grade five .
In grade six I was invited to a sleepover , the girls ran away and told their mum to tell them they weren't home. The next week I was invited to a sleep over again. It was a birthday party. I went and was having fun. We then decided to play truth or dare. The girls started daring eachother to kiss and touch eachother in sexual places. I got uncomfortable and went to sleep. The next week at school they told another girl who was there at the party but fell asleep before truth or dare that I touched her and kissed her. I didn't .
They went to the
principal and the principal called my mum. They figured out it was false but didn't say anything to the girls who made the lie. Later on that year I got made fun of even more. People
called me worthless and ugly . They told me I was a unwanted outcast because I was adopted. In grade seven I moved schools. Things were looking up untill a group of guys started calling me names. I just wanted to be accepted . So I went on chat rooms. I would do anything to be called beautiful. I sexted random guys I didn't know just to feel like I meant something . My parents went through my history on my computer and found out. They sent me to a therapist and my self harm stopped. I was diagnosed with social anxiety and depression. The bullying died down. Then later on it started again. They texted me cruel things and I broke down. I was told to kill myself a lot. So I went back onto the chat rooms. Guys took advantage of me on the chat rooms and in real life. It's my fault though . My parents saw what I was doing and don't trust me anymore. In grade eight I developed bulimia and anorexia. I wouldn't eat anything then make myself vomit. My self harm got very bad. I would burn hips and cut them up. I had a good group of friends but they never noticed. I met a guy and told him everything. He told me I was a freak. That I was ugly . All my life I have been the ugly freak. During my life I have attempted suicide eleven times. I may seem pretty and cool, but I'm not witty. I am a lie. I am a waste. Now here I am , two days before grade nine, with burns on my hips, scars on my wrists and a false smile on my face. My hair may look perfect, my clothing may be nice, but if you look into my eyes you will see it. You will see the pain I struggle with. I still suffer from mental illness. I still have an eating disorder and I still self harm, but this is me. I know I'm a loser, I know I'm ugly, but I think it's time you knew the real
Victoria.
I was adopted and in school I got made fun of for it. In Kindergarden I had no friends. People thought I was a freak. In grade one two and three I made friends. They let me eat with them and play with them during break. But they would always laugh at me and make fun of me- it became a game . Who can make her cry hardest. But they were the only people I had.
In grade four I made a new group of friends. They didn't laugh at me. They excluded me , hit me and blamed me for everything . I hated myself. Things settled down with them in grade five and they only made fun of me for my weight. I started to pinch my wrist . I started self harm in grade five .
In grade six I was invited to a sleepover , the girls ran away and told their mum to tell them they weren't home. The next week I was invited to a sleep over again. It was a birthday party. I went and was having fun. We then decided to play truth or dare. The girls started daring eachother to kiss and touch eachother in sexual places. I got uncomfortable and went to sleep. The next week at school they told another girl who was there at the party but fell asleep before truth or dare that I touched her and kissed her. I didn't .
They went to the
principal and the principal called my mum. They figured out it was false but didn't say anything to the girls who made the lie. Later on that year I got made fun of even more. People
called me worthless and ugly . They told me I was a unwanted outcast because I was adopted. In grade seven I moved schools. Things were looking up untill a group of guys started calling me names. I just wanted to be accepted . So I went on chat rooms. I would do anything to be called beautiful. I sexted random guys I didn't know just to feel like I meant something . My parents went through my history on my computer and found out. They sent me to a therapist and my self harm stopped. I was diagnosed with social anxiety and depression. The bullying died down. Then later on it started again. They texted me cruel things and I broke down. I was told to kill myself a lot. So I went back onto the chat rooms. Guys took advantage of me on the chat rooms and in real life. It's my fault though . My parents saw what I was doing and don't trust me anymore. In grade eight I developed bulimia and anorexia. I wouldn't eat anything then make myself vomit. My self harm got very bad. I would burn hips and cut them up. I had a good group of friends but they never noticed. I met a guy and told him everything. He told me I was a freak. That I was ugly . All my life I have been the ugly freak. During my life I have attempted suicide eleven times. I may seem pretty and cool, but I'm not witty. I am a lie. I am a waste. Now here I am , two days before grade nine, with burns on my hips, scars on my wrists and a false smile on my face. My hair may look perfect, my clothing may be nice, but if you look into my eyes you will see it. You will see the pain I struggle with. I still suffer from mental illness. I still have an eating disorder and I still self harm, but this is me. I know I'm a loser, I know I'm ugly, but I think it's time you knew the real
Victoria.
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im deeply sorry for the pain and suffering you went through. im sorry people are so cruel and hateful and will do anything to be "cool". i promise you that you are not ugly, or weird, or a freak. you're a strong lovely person. if you ever need to talk, just know that i am here. i will be with you through everything and i will help in any way possible.
self harm isnt the answer, and coming from a former bulimiac, neither is an eating disorder.
learn to love yourself, and learn to pity those who are cruel to you. they will end up working for you some day,
and they will regret the way they made fun of you when they realize how awful they were.
stay strong, be the bigger person, and be a trooper, because nothing is more beautiful than someone who has been through hell and back but is still strong.
This comment made me cry
You fit in perfectly. Their all just jack/sses who took advantage of you. Truth be told, almost the same thing has happened to me. I wasn't adopted, unfortunately, but I'm friends with every adopted person. So they know their loved. I have a friend named Ryan. His dad used to work with my dad as a cop and I see his dad at my school every day. Ryan has an older sister, Jackie and MANY younger siblings. All adopted. He is the one who does a charity here called "Toys For Tots" and EVERY year, I bring in as much as I can to help those kids. I want them to know their loved, cared. We all love you, Tori. And recently (in february) I developed where I didnt eat all the time. It came to where today I was laying on the grass and I couldn't get up. I didn't want to go buy anything so my friend left to go get himself a drink. Instead, he came back with a tea for him and an orange juice for me. I asked him what it was for and he said "Well somethings got to keep you going til you atleast get home." I feel greatful to atleast have the few friends I do. Everyone calls me ugly, annoying, and small. I'm not even that small. I was thinking about killing myself tonight but I didn't because one of our fellow wittians said "Hi! And fun fact you are freaking beautiful" and I decided not to kill myself. But my point in these stories are people on witty don't care about the differences in you. They support you. They hope you don't go. And I hope my comment changes your mind a bit. Some people know me as non-talking Avery now because I made myself to where I never talk during school unless needed to. I literally smacked a guy with my french text book today cause I was so upset he just blew my trigger and I nearly knocked him out. Please stay, Victoria. We all do care.
2) I think you are one of. The most pretty girls on witty
3) there are so many things that set triggers off- I haven hit any one but on the first day of highschool I had a panic attack in the hallway
I think you seem really nice
We should be friends ❤
2.)Tyuh
3.) I know. And apparently when you know french and others don't, you can shout "Shut the F/ck Up!" and them and they have no idea wht your saying :pp
And Thanks ^-^
I think we should too
aka
Tori or Turtle
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But I would happily be your friend c:
I see nothing wrong in being adopted? Parents are those who raise you, not those who 'made' you.
Don't let others get you down, chickie ;^}
that was then and this is now and please just keep living