<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908959135881727586</id><updated>2011-12-31T08:59:34.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Cyberbullying!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908959135881727586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rinley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908959135881727586.post-4240827301840675533</id><published>2011-12-31T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T08:59:34.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year Everybody!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 293px; height: 238px;" alt="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumblarge_571/129428201609r8i7.jpg" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumblarge_571/129428201609r8i7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2012 I'll fight against cyber bullying soooo hard! And I need your support&amp;amp;help. I wanna say thank you to everybody who has visited my blog. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908959135881727586-4240827301840675533?l=cyberpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/4240827301840675533/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year-everybody.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908959135881727586/posts/default/4240827301840675533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908959135881727586/posts/default/4240827301840675533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year-everybody.html' title='Happy New Year Everybody!'/><author><name>rinley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908959135881727586.post-4320499393582452772</id><published>2011-12-29T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T02:39:36.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Without Cyber Bullying 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 257px; height: 303px;" alt="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/11500000/PEACE-miley-cyrus-11548482-381-450.jpg" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/11500000/PEACE-miley-cyrus-11548482-381-450.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make the next year 2012 a year of cyber peace. No bullying AT ALL. Just friendly and nice comments in social media. It would be my dream come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thx for support, love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908959135881727586-4320499393582452772?l=cyberpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/4320499393582452772/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-without-cyber-bullying-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908959135881727586/posts/default/4320499393582452772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908959135881727586/posts/default/4320499393582452772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-without-cyber-bullying-2012.html' title='A Year Without Cyber Bullying 2012'/><author><name>rinley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908959135881727586.post-2715323078945872378</id><published>2011-12-28T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T05:35:56.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I HATE YOU"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 374px; height: 263px;" alt="http://cyberbullyinglaws.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/4.jpg" src="http://cyberbullyinglaws.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just few words full of hate can hurt. "I hate you" is only one example -unfortunately. "OMG you're fat", "Lose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; weight" etc. are sooo confusing comments to me -and of corse -to everybody. Don't get me wrong -I'm NOT cyber bullied (anymore) but I know how it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullies, think a little: can you REALLY hate somebody who you don't even know? SO why do you want to hurt him/her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908959135881727586-2715323078945872378?l=cyberpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/2715323078945872378/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-hate-you.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908959135881727586/posts/default/2715323078945872378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908959135881727586/posts/default/2715323078945872378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-hate-you.html' title='&quot;I HATE YOU&quot;'/><author><name>rinley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908959135881727586.post-8046307732730607043</id><published>2011-12-27T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T09:16:56.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan Meier</title><content type='html'>Megan Meier was an ordinary 13-year-old student from Missouri, but bullying in MySpace changed everything. In October 2006, she committed suicide. Because of bullying.&lt;br /&gt;This next part of Megan's story is from &lt;a href="http://www.meganmeierfoundation.org/megansStory.php"&gt;meganmeierfoundation.org&lt;/a&gt;. I own nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"His name was Josh Evans. He was 16 years old. And he was hot.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mom! Mom! Mom! Look at him!" Tina Meier recalls her daughter saying.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Josh had contacted Megan Meier through her MySpace page and  wanted to be  added  as a friend. Yes, he's cute, Tina Meier told her  daughter. "Do you know  who he  is?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No, but look at him! He's hot! Please, please, can I add him?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Mom said yes. And for six weeks Megan and Josh - under Tina's  watchful  eye -  became acquainted in the virtual world of MySpace.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Josh said he was born in Florida and recently had moved to O'Fallon. He  was  homeschooled. He played the guitar and drums.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    He was from a broken home: "when i was 7 my dad left me and my  mom and  my older  brother and my newborn brother 3 boys god i know poor  mom yeah she had  such a  hard time when we were younger finding work  to pay for us after he  left."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    As for 13-year-old Megan, of Dardenne Prairie, this is how she expressed  who she  was:&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    M is for Modern&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    E is for Enthusiastic&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    G is for Goofy&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    A is for Alluring&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    N is for Neglected.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    She loved swimming, boating, fishing, dogs, rap music and boys. But her  life had  not always been easy, her mother says.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    She was heavy and for years had tried to lose weight. She had  attention  deficit  disorder and battled depression. Back in third grade  she had talked  about  suicide, Tina says, and ever since had seen a  therapist.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    But things were going exceptionally well. She had shed 20 pounds,  getting down  to 175. She was 5 foot 5½ inches tall.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    She had just started eighth grade at a new school, Immaculate   Conception, in  Dardenne Prairie, where she was on the volleyball team.  She had attended  Fort  Zumwalt public schools before that.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Amid all these positives, Tina says, her daughter decided to  end a  friendship  with a girlfriend who lived down the street from  them. The girls had  spent much  of seventh grade alternating between  being friends and, the next day,  not being  friends, Tina says.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Part of the reason for Megan's rosy outlook was Josh, Tina says. After  school,  Megan would rush to the computer.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Megan had a lifelong struggle with weight and self-esteem," Tina  says.  "And now  she finally had a boy who she thought really thought  she was pretty."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    It did seem odd, Tina says, that Josh never asked for Megan's  phone  number. And  when Megan asked for his, she says, Josh said he  didn't have a cell and  his  mother did not yet have a landline.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    And then on Sunday, Oct. 15, 2006, Megan received a puzzling  and  disturbing  message from Josh. Tina recalls that it said: "I don't  know if I want to  be  friends with you anymore because I've heard that  you are not very nice  to your  friends."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Frantic, Megan shot back: "What are you talking about?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;h3 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    SHADOWY CYBERSPACE&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Tina Meier was wary of the cyber-world of MySpace and its 70 million  users.  People are not always who they say they are.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Tina knew firsthand. Megan and the girl down the block, the  former  friend, once  had created a fake MySpace account, using the  photo of a good-looking  girl as a  way to talk to boys online, Tina  says. When Tina found out, she ended  Megan's  access.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    MySpace has rules. A lot of them. There are nine pages of terms  and  conditions.  The long list of prohibited content includes sexual  material. And users  must be  at least 14.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you joking?" Tina asks. "There are fifth-grade girls who have  MySpace  accounts."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    As for sexual content, Tina says, most parents have no clue how  much  there is.  And Megan wasn't 14 when she opened her account. To  join, you are asked  your age  but there is no check. The accounts are  free.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    As Megan's 14th birthday approached, she pleaded for her mom to give her  another  chance on MySpace, and Tina relented.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    She told Megan she would be all over this account, monitoring  it. Megan  didn't  always make good choices because of her ADD, Tina  says. And this time,  Megan's  page would be set to private and only Mom  and Dad would have the  password.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;h3 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    GOD-AWFUL FEELING&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Monday, Oct. 16, 2006, was a rainy, bleak day. At school, Megan  had  handed out  invitations to her upcoming birthday party and when  she got home she  asked her  mother to log on to MySpace to see if Josh  had responded.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Why did he suddenly think she was mean? Who had he been talking to?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Tina signed on. But she was in a hurry. She had to take her younger  daughter,  Allison, to the orthodontist.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Before Tina could get out the door it was clear Megan was  upset. Josh  still was  sending troubling messages. And he apparently  had shared some of Megan's   messages with others.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Tina recalled telling Megan to sign off.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I will Mom," Megan said. "Let me finish up."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Tina was pressed for time. She had to go. But once at the orthodontist's  office  she called Megan: Did you sign off?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No, Mom. They are all being so mean to me."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You are not listening to me, Megan! Sign off, now!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Fifteen minutes later, Megan called her mother. By now Megan was in  tears.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"They are posting bulletins about me." A bulletin is like a survey.  "Megan Meier  is a slut. Megan Meier is fat."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Megan was sobbing hysterically. Tina was furious that she had not signed  off.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Once Tina returned home she rushed into the basement where the  computer  was.  Tina was shocked at the vulgar language her daughter was  firing back at  people.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am so aggravated at you for doing this!" she told Megan.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Megan ran from the computer and left, but not without first  telling  Tina,  "You're supposed to be my mom! You're supposed to be on  my side!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    On the stairway leading to her second-story bedroom, Megan ran into her  father,  Ron.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I grabbed her as she tried to go by," Ron says. "She told me that  some  kids  were saying horrible stuff about her and she didn't  understand why. I  told her  it's OK. I told her that they obviously  don't know her. And that it  would be  fine."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Megan went to her room and Ron went downstairs to the kitchen,  where he  and Tina  talked about what had happened, the MySpace account,  and made dinner.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Twenty minutes later, Tina suddenly froze in mid-sentence.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I had this God-awful feeling and I ran up into her room and she had  hung  herself in the closet."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Megan Taylor Meier died the next day, three weeks before her 14th  birthday.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Later that day, Ron opened his daughter's MySpace account and  viewed  what he  believes to be the final message Megan saw - one the  FBI would be unable  to  retrieve from the hard drive.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    It was from Josh and, according to Ron's best recollection, it  said,  "Everybody  in O'Fallon knows how you are. You are a bad person  and everybody hates  you.  Have a shitty rest of your life. The world  would be a better place  without you."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;h3 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    BEYOND GRIEF INTO FURY&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Tina and Ron saw a grief counselor. Tina went to a couple of Parents  After Loss  of Suicide meetings, as well.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    They tried to message Josh Evans, to let him know the deadly  power of  mean  words. But his MySpace account had been deleted.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    The day after Megan's death, they went down the street to  comfort the  family of  the girl who had once been Megan's friend. They  let the girl and her  family know  that although she and Megan had their  ups and down, Megan valued her  friendship.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    They also attended the girl's birthday party, although Ron had  to leave  when it  came time to sing "Happy Birthday." The Meiers went  to the father's 50th   birthday celebration. In addition, the Meiers  stored a foosball table, a   Christmas gift, for that family.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Six weeks after Megan died, on a Saturday morning, a neighbor  down the  street, a  different neighbor, one they didn't know well,  called and insisted that  they  meet that morning at a counselor's  office in northern O'Fallon.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    The woman would not provide details. Ron and Tina went. Their  grief  counselor  was there. As well as a counselor from Fort Zumwalt  West Middle School.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    The neighbor from down the street, a single mom with a daughter  the same  age as  Megan, informed the Meiers that Josh Evans never  existed.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    She told the Meiers that Josh Evans was created by adults, a  family on  their  block. These adults, she told the Meiers, were the  parents of Megan's  former  girlfriend, the one with whom she had a  falling out. These were the  people who'd  asked the Meiers to store  their foosball table.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    The single mother, for this story, requested that her name not  be used.  She said  her daughter, who had carpooled with the family that  was involved in  creating  the phony MySpace account, had the password  to the Josh Evans account  and had  sent one message - the one Megan  received (and later retrieved off the  hard  drive) the night before she  took her life.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"She had been encouraged to join in the joke," the single mother said.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    The single mother said her daughter feels the guilt of not  saying  something  sooner and for writing that message. Her daughter  didn't speak out  sooner  because she'd known the other family for years  and thought that what  they were  doing must be OK because, after all,  they were trusted adults.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    On the night the ambulance came for Megan, the single mother  said,  before it  left the Meiers' house her daughter received a call.  It was the woman  behind the  creation of the Josh Evans account. She  had called to tell the girl that   something had happened to Megan and  advised the girl not to mention the  MySpace  account.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;h3 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    AX AND SLEDGEHAMMER&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    The Meiers went home and tore into the foosball table.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Tina used an ax and Ron a sledgehammer. They put the pieces in  Ron's  pickup and  dumped them in their neighbor's driveway. Tina spray  painted "Merry  Christmas"  on the box.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    According to Tina, Megan had gone on vacations with this  family. They  knew how  she struggled with depression, that she took  medication.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I know that they did not physically come up to our house and tie a  belt  around  her neck," Tina says. "But when adults are involved and  continue to  screw with a  13-year-old - with or without mental problems  - it is absolutely vile.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"She wanted to get Megan to feel like she was liked by a boy and  let  everyone  know this was a false MySpace and have everyone laugh at  her.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't feel their intentions were for her to kill herself. But that's  how it  ended."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;R.I.P Megan Taylor Meier (1992-2006)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908959135881727586-8046307732730607043?l=cyberpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/8046307732730607043/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/2011/12/megan-meier.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908959135881727586/posts/default/8046307732730607043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908959135881727586/posts/default/8046307732730607043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/2011/12/megan-meier.html' title='Megan Meier'/><author><name>rinley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908959135881727586.post-4251975950059176889</id><published>2011-12-26T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:38:36.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Life Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I JUST WANT IT TO STOP :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;dl style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been cyber bullied from a  few girls. And they sent me facebook messages, saying im ugly....and im  stupid...and i dont deserve to live. but one day i went up to them and  said "I am not ugly i am beautiful and im not stupid im just equally  smart. aand i do deserve to live, why do you get to pick if i should die  or live? your not god. your just a girls who think your all that and  really your not. so leave me alone..and get a life, and start making  your own, cause clearly if you keep talking about me, and facebooking  me, clearly means you have no life." so i stood up to them:) they didnt  say anything i dont think, but i walked away before they could say a  word cause i dont give a sh** what they think anymore,. this is my life,  and ima do what i wanna do. im not here to impress no one. So just  stick up to your bullys and not care what they think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;—Guest Nanella :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;More stories &lt;a href="http://familyinternet.about.com/u/ua/computingsafetyprivacy/Cyberbullyua.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908959135881727586-4251975950059176889?l=cyberpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/4251975950059176889/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/2011/12/real-life-story.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908959135881727586/posts/default/4251975950059176889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908959135881727586/posts/default/4251975950059176889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/2011/12/real-life-story.html' title='Real Life Story'/><author><name>rinley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908959135881727586.post-2348119283060992475</id><published>2011-12-26T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T22:47:16.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Formspring</title><content type='html'>Now I'm in Formspring, ask me anything there!&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908959135881727586-2348119283060992475?l=cyberpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/2348119283060992475/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/2011/12/formspring.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908959135881727586/posts/default/2348119283060992475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908959135881727586/posts/default/2348119283060992475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/2011/12/formspring.html' title='Formspring'/><author><name>rinley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3908959135881727586.post-8047918679489882309</id><published>2011-12-26T22:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T22:37:46.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog</title><content type='html'>I just started this blog. I wish I could have so much support as it's possible. Stop cyberbullying!&lt;br /&gt;xx Laura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3908959135881727586-8047918679489882309?l=cyberpeace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/feeds/8047918679489882309/comments/default' title='Lähetä kommentteja'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 kommenttia'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908959135881727586/posts/default/8047918679489882309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3908959135881727586/posts/default/8047918679489882309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cyberpeace.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-blog.html' title='New blog'/><author><name>rinley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
