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A teacher in New York was teaching her class about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform:
She had the children take out a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stomp on it and really mess it up, not to rip it.
Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty it was.
She then told them to tell it they're sorry.
Now, even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind.
And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it.
That is what happens when a child bullies another child, they may say they're sorry, but the scars are there forever.
The looks on the faces of the children in the classroom told her the message hit home.
Copy and paste this if you are against bullying.
She had the children take out a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stomp on it and really mess it up, not to rip it.
Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty it was.
She then told them to tell it they're sorry.
Now, even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind.
And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it.
That is what happens when a child bullies another child, they may say they're sorry, but the scars are there forever.
The looks on the faces of the children in the classroom told her the message hit home.
Copy and paste this if you are against bullying.
Fuck
For the third time in a row I have woken up screaming.
I can't seem to shake the nightmares and my audio hallucinations are getting...
Violent.
I hug my knees and try and push away the gore stricken images from my sleep.
They aren't real.
They are still alive.
I am fine.
I am slowly growing fonder of not sleeping.
I know it's horrible, but it's blissful after a while.
Eventually I cave and sleep.
I'm not taking my pills.
I'm sharp as a tack and duller than rusty knives.
Oh god I'm back to using terrible metaphors.
Ew.
I open a book.
I shut said book and set it back on the shelf.
I check tumblr.
They still hate me.
I check skype.
No one really
Nightly
As my neighbors blast music next door I think to myself on what the hell I'm going to do.
My life right now seems to be nothing but a list.
Do this. Preform that. Solve it.
There is hardly any deviation, so, I sit here.
Alone.
By the light of my computer screen.
And I find myself sullied by my own disgusting body.
I move through the day so fast, I have not had enough time to hate myself.
So as I sit here.
Alone.
By the light of my computer screen.
I cry. I cry and shout into pillows and then throw them across the room.
I tear off my clothes and sob into those too.
I dig my nails into my back, and rake down harshly, twisting, hoping to see blo
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*unbullies you*