everyone has their own story.hay, everyone calls me annabel, but you can call me bel, i

don’t really mind, i live in somewhere else in this earth, you

don’t have to know, it’s not important.

so there’s my story.

 
when i was a child, i was the child that laughed, and smiled

often, barely even cried, all the people told my mother that i’m

very good girl and my mother was always be proud of me, my

childhood was awesome, i guess.

then, things changed, i was no longer a kid anymore, i finally

needed to go to primary school, to be honest, i was nervous as

fuck, i still remember the first day when i went to school, i

cried, i was so afraid of all the new people, new kids, and no

parents, no friends there. and apparently  my schoolmates

weren’t some kind or friendly kids that would comfort me,

instead, they started calling me names, and not making friends

with me, yes, i got bullied, shit happened. they’ve beaten the

shit outta me, and they’ve insulted my family, they made me

believe that i deserve nothing but pain, and i was only a loner,

in the 6 years of my primary school, i had no friend, not even

one or half, i had no one to talk to, and i had no one complain

to, and you must be asking, why don’t you tell your parents or

teachers? 
trust me, i did once, i told my parents that someone

bullied me at school, and they told my class teacher, and all my

class teacher only said was “they are only kids, they’re just

playing around, no offend thought.“ 
and by the time, i knew i

can’t except the teachers to help, the only person who could

ever help was myself, and there was how a 7 years old girl

learnt how to stay strong. 

oh you think my story is ending here? no way.

finally, time passed by, i entered in my middle school, LMFAO i

had the worst time there in the first 3 years. i was excepting a

new school life and no one would ever bully me again, and

BOOM, i was wrong, my bullies, they went to the same middle

school with me, and BOOM, they even went to the same class

with me. let me tell you something, bullies are mostly the

famous kids at school, and when the famous kids bully you,

everyone is gonna bully you to impress them, LOL LIFE. and it

was even rougher than the time when you were in primary

school, cause those assholes grew up and they had thought

more cruel shits to bully you, insult you, and make you

feel worthless. at first, i still could handle it, cause i was strong

enough (at least i thought so), but then, i was had enough, i

kept my hope high and forgave those assholes, you have to

know, you’ll get tired of hoping no matter how fucking

strong you were or you are. i was kinda giving up, and i met a

girl, she is the greatest person you will ever meet, and she is

the perfectest friend you’ll ever have, and she became my  best

friend, she stood up for me sometimes when she saw those

bullies tryna get me. and those bullies wouldn’t dare to do

anything to her cause, she was one of the most beautiful in our

grade and she still is, boys liked her alot even she doesn’t know

that. 
 she was the one of the reasons i’m still alive, thank you,

cicely. but shit didn’t only happen once, it’d follow you to the

end. i was told that my father had cancer when i was 14, my

father was one of the most important people to me, he was

forced to live in the hospital and i couldn’t do anything for him,

at the same time, i almost got raped by a friend of my

father…….lol. but lucky, i ran away and told my mom, she

called the police and they took that man away from me forever.

i never told my father about this, and i never gonna have a

chance to, cause he passed away in 18/2/2012 ( r.i.p the

man i love the most in this world) i was really broken, and i

kinda still am, i fell in a real deep depression and i can not help

it. but my father’s words keeps me hoping for the best. he used

to say "if you are sad, life goes on, if you are happy, life

still goes on, so don’t you be happy if it  has no different?”


okay, yanno i’m sort of proud of myself, cause i never self-harm,

 i never cut, i never did drugs i never got drunk, even in the

saddest moments, you know, my point is, you don’t have to cut

yourself or hurt your bodies to make the pain go away, the pain

won’t go away even if you cut, and it’ll leave you a scar, so

why bothering cut? stay strong, cause you deserve to be

happy, no matter how disappointed life bring you, you have to

hold on, you have to tell the world that you can deal with all

this stuffs and you're ready for everything good going through

your life, tell others, you are more than this, and you are

enough.  

P.S, if you need someone, i’m here, message me anytime. i’m

here to stand by you no matter what. I LOVE YOU BABY. 

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