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”Pre si me samo ti znao gledati onako posebno, kao da sam nešto tvoje, nešto najlepše, a sada me samo ti znaš gledati kao stranca, pa skreneš pogled od mog kao da nikada nisi bio moje nešto, a bili smo, i mnogo više od toga.”

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This is a picture of my beautiful little sister Brooke. She is 10 years old and currently in 5th grade. Everyday my little sister comes home from school crying or upset. She has been begging to switch schools for about two years now. Why? There is a girl in the grade below her and a girl in the grade above her who are best friends. These two girls pick on my sister almost everyday. They call her names, push her around, and make her feel worthless. As a result of the bullying my sisters personality has changed quite a bit. She is no longer the funny, happy, bubbly little girl she was. She is sad, self-conscious and miserable. My sister often calls herself ugly, and pokes at her stomach complaining she is “too fat”. She often cries over her looks and rarely lets people take photo’s of her because she thinks she is “too ugly”. No matter how much me or my family re-assures her of how beautiful she is and tells her she is not fat she doesn’t believe it. My TEN YEAR OLD baby sister sometimes even says she wants to DIE. 
I AM SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF PEOPLE SAYING BULLYING DOESN’T AFFECT PEOPLE. I AM FUCKING TIRED OF PEOPLE SAYING WORDS DO NOT HURT. WORDS HURT A FUCKING LOT. HOW MANY KIDS HAVE TO COMMIT SUICIDE OR BE PUT IN COUNSELING BEFORE THIS IS REALIZED. MY BABY SISTER IS BEAUTIFUL BUT BECAUSE OF OTHER PEOPLE’S “WORDS” MY SISTER HATES HERSELF. 
So please tell me again, how do words not hurt?
The worst thing you can do to a person is put them down, pick on their flaws and torment them constantly. What you say DOES affect people, it DOES hurt them, and it DOESN’T get forgotten. What you say to people now can affect them the rest of their lives. So please, for me, for my sister, and for everyone else in the world, WATCH WHAT YOU SAY.

I would just like to say thank-you to every last one of you who have liked/reblogged this. And an even bigger thank-you to those who have sent me messages of encouragement, advice and kind words. You are all amazing people and it makes me so happy that you are all helping me spread my sisters story. I love you all so much <3  Bullying needs to end!

I have no idea how anyone can say that to her….she’s so beautiful!

Oh god…if i could i would just hunt those two girls down and kick them…and hey…this is a message for your lil sis Brooke.. I dont know her…nor have i seen her…but i believe that she is beautiful…people will say stuff…just because they can…please tell her to be happy…!!

Tell your sister I love her and I think she is the most beautiful girl in the world, please.
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"Decembri su uvijek bili posebni. Valjda zato što označavaju nove početke i krajeve, nova lica, nove ljubavi ? O tome ne bih smjela pisati. Prave ljubavi se ne dešavaju onda kada ih trebamo. Dese se kada ih ne očekujemo, baš nikako. Ovu zimu provodim sama. Jesam li nesretna ? Nisam. Dobro, možda malo, ponekad, za novu godinu, kada shvatim da vrijeme prolazi, da ja sazrijevam sama, i da nema naručja u kojem bih bila sigurna. Kada sat otkuca ponoć i na kalendaru vidim prvi Januar, znajući da su na planeti milion ljudi zagrljeni i sretni, imajući pored sebe nekog kome je barem malo stalo do njih.I kada hvatam pahulje u ruke i kada trčim po snijegu i kada šetam sama. Sretna sam, ali nisam ispunjena. Jer uvijek nešto fali. Samoća nikad nije potpuna. Mogla bih biti sretna kada bih imala nekog da zajedno samujemo. Pa da mi on priča o nekoj plavokosoj djevojci koju je davno zavolio. Da budem ta s kojom se osjeća sigurno. Da njegove zelene oči zasijaju i da se nasmije kada mu kažem da mi je stalo da on bude sretan. Ne pitajte me čije su to zelene oči i čiji je to osmijeh spomenut. To je neko ko mi je previše daleko da bi bio blizu, a opet previše blizu da bi mi bio dalek … Pomislim, Bože, koliko patnje ljudska duša može podnijeti a da se ne razlomi. Koliko sreće, a da se ne postane ovisna o njoj. I koliko ljubavi, da bih shvatila koja je ona prava ? Gledam u nebo i molim Boga da zasniježi. Pa da i napolju bude ledeno i promrzlo, da se ova hladnoća u meni ne osjeća više tako usamljenom. Da nije samo u meni Sibir, lakše ću podnijeti dane što dolaze …"
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