To be honest, before reading this I always thought girls had it way worse than guys but I mean after reading this and seeing how fighting affects the person being bullied, I must say they're both just as bad. Which I guess would make sense since bullying is bullying but I thought I should share a story with you guys from a girl's prospective. This isn't a personal story, but I was there the whole time it happened.
When I was about 7 years old, I moved from Toronto up into butt-fuck-nowhere, AKA King City/Nobleton (you decide for yourself. They're both shit.) Basically, my life ended right there.
ANYWAY, since the first day at school until the end of high school, I had this close friend named Hayley. I've known her for 10 years and we pretty much grew up together because evidently, she had just moved into the same town as me when I did.
TL;DR, Hayley and I knew everything about each other, spent every moment together blah blah girl shit.
Onwards, around the beginning of high school, she got involved with this stupid fucking whore who got her into meth and she started sleeping around with the older drug dealers at our school and she started missing class, not going home, etc. (I promise, I'm getting to the bullying part...) About a year later she was completely dependant on this friend and she had started getting into a relationship with this one guy who everyone knew as "the bad apple".
This kid has been arrested numerous amount of times for dealing all sorts of drugs, he's been in the middle of almost every theft in town (including breaking into my ex's house and stealing his ps3, laptop, father's cash, cigarettes... whatever), he's a douchebag to all the younger kids (probably beating up/bullying many of them).
So yep, this kid was trouble.
TL;DR, she thought she "loved him", they were "meant for each other" because "he loved her, too" and then about a month later, he leaves her. Her whore-bag friend tells Hayley that he loved her all along and now they're together. So in the mind of a 15/16 year old girl: oh my god, I'm going to kill myself, my life sucks.
In the end, she overdosed on all her father's pain medications only to have her mother come home later that day after school to find her half dead in her room.
She's alive now. Unfortunately, we lost communication over the years afterwards and I now no longer see her. But I thought I'd share this story with you guys because even though there was no physical fighting or physical abuse, the mental abuse she had taken over those couple of years finally built up enough to have her react in a way that no one at that age should even think of, especially over such a stupid insignificant situation.
And I lived those days with her until she moved schools about a month after she got out of the hospital.