I was bullied when I was in elementary school. I, like everybody else in the classroom, thought I was bullied because was a terrible troublemaker. I think I tried my best to avoid any trouble, behaving in the classroom and being gentle to any classmate, but a few hours later I found myself in tears with trouble with the teacher, or the classmate. Every attempt I tried to made to exit bullying and enter classmates' community ended up in vain. Later, I was beginning to think the only solution to the problems and troubles I make in school, (and at home) was that I disappear from where I was, where I was supposed to be, and this idea was naturally linked to the idea of death, and suicide.