During high school I was bullied. I was made fun of with names, but I was never beaten up. Even though I was never hit I still was hurt. I never had a lot or any friends. It seemed like everybody was picking on me. But what they don't know is how I thought about killing myself. As you can tell I didn't or I would not be writing this. They did not know me or what I was going through yet they still never stopped. I only had a few friends and then next year, sophmore year, somebody told me to be a teacher's aide like him. I signed up and we became friends. Then I met his friends and I became friends with them. I gained more friends each year after that, I only gained a couple friends each year but it counts. What he, the one who said to become a teacher's aide, doesn't know that if it was not for him, the friends he gave me, and the friends I already had, also GOD I would not be here today. But God gave me those friends and that is how I survived. They don't know how they helped me. I would sit at home crying and wonder what if but they got me out of the black hole I was in. The friend who did this died my senior year. There must be irony there because he saved my life and two years later he lost his. I miss him so much. He will never know how great of a friend he was. The rest of my friends will never know, what they did for me by just being their. I go days without thinking of high school, my friends, and the pain I felt back then. Then there are days when it hits me. I don't thinking about killing myself anymore but thinking back is good to see how far you have come and to realize that you may be hurting but your not the only one. So do what I couldn't. Tell your friends what is going on so they can help, because they will.