I am 15 years old and have been bullied practically my whole life. When I entered high school most of my friends went to a different school. I met a boy who I shared two classess with. This boy began to tell me to kill myself. After a couple of months I got fed up. One day before eighth period I ran into my friends arms and just cried. Once I explained what was going on he helped me take care of changing my schedule. For weeks after I began biting myself because I didn't think I was worthy of having him as a friend. For a month my friends would walk to class with me and truly made me feel accepted even when I was being ridiculed. It is amazing seeing the difference just between two people and how much help you can get if you just ask.