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My feelings changed a lot and i now feel like this is a big topic and deserves more attention. I think the media is on both sides of bullying and gives good examples on the topic. And if they work together they could make it easier on other people. I learned that this is a much bigger issue than most people realize and get looked over a lot.

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The audience could be anyone from grade school to 90 years old. bullying can effect anyone at any age and stick with them forever. The author did a good job at reaching the audience by using his own experiences as examples and showing that he went through the struggle like millions of other people.

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I think there is biases on bullying because if you've never experienced it you won't know how bad it can truly be to someone.

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I never really knew how much pain someone could have on something so small. or something so big. I don't get why poeple find joy in picking on someone, i feel like if they knew how much it can change someone's life they might stop and rethink what they are doing.

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Dear Diary, Once I got bullied at school, it was not nice. People were calling me names, kicking me and punching me. I hated it. I wish someone had seen it happen and they could have stopped them. I wished they would stop but they didn’t. It wasn’t nice, but suddenly they stopped. I was so worried the next day. At school the next day it got worse. Double the amount of people bullied me. They stole my brand new bike that I rode to school. I was feeling puzzled and anxious. Why were they doing it? It was weird. I shouted “Help! Help! Help!” The next day it got even worse. The next day my best friend joined in. They had forgotten about me in the morning but in the afternoon they started to bully me again but this time much worse. By the end of the day nearly the whole class were bullying me. I had brought in a brand new game and they wanted it. I didn’t let them have it, but they stole it. It was my favourite and they now had it. When I went to school the next day I didn’t bring in anything. They could not steal anything I had now, but I knew they were planning something, so I sneaked in behind them. From Oliver

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https://www.ted.com/talks/shane_koyczan_to_this_day_for_the_bullied_and_beautiful?language=en

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I feel that seems like it is gone but is actually everywhere. Every little thing that you do to someone adds up and can eat them from the inside and make them not believe in themselves anymore. The slightest snicker or glance can make someone feel a certain way that they shouldn't have to feel.