Cyberbullying

Okayy.
This is my english homework, that is meant to be a blog, so i thought i'd post it on here to make it a bit more realistic!
[btw, this story isnt true, so dont worry yourselves guyss!!]
Please comment on how you think it is,,
Ta, :)

Facebook. MySpace. Bebo. Twitter.
Had any of them?
Want any of them?

Slag. Slut. Cow. Bitch.
Had any of them?
Want any of them?

How would you like it to find abusive comments written all over one of your ‘friends’ profile page on Facebook? How would you like it of you felt so scared you couldn’t face school? How would you like it if you felt so alone and depressed in the world you were contemplating suicide?

YOU WOUDN’T.

I know I certainly didn’t.

For two years, I was continuously slagged off, teased and taunted, all in the name of ‘fun’.
Fun it was definitely not.

It all started when I got Facebook. Some people from my school added me, and I accepted them. At first, it didn’t seem like much, just some people writing things on my wall, and I deleted them. But, soon, I couldn’t ignore them, and things went rapidly from bad to worse. I soon found that a group had been set up, an anti-me sort of thing. That was when I started bunking school.

I just couldn’t face up to all the mocking, and seeing all the laughing faces that haunted my dreams. Life was becoming all too soon completely unbearable, and I would refuse to go on the computer, turn on my phone, and answer anyone’s calls.

I became a prisoner of myself.

I couldn’t stop thinking of all the things they’d said and done. I couldn’t stop thinking about how terrible I was. I couldn’t help thinking…what if they were right?

What if I really was hated by everyone? What if I really was unlovable? What if I really should die? Would anyone really miss me?? All the questions spun in my head, making my life even harder to cope with.

But I was lucky.
Just when I thought I was the ugliest, most disgusting creature in the whole universe, and that no one would, or could ever love me again, I was saved.

I really did have friends. And they really did care. And I’m still here today because of them.

But my case wasn’t a one off.
It happens all the time.
It could even be happening to you, or one of your friends.

Cyberbullying.
Watch out, YOU COULD BE NEXT.