Hey don't knOw if it will sound lonely or not but that is how I feel , Im 24 years old o have a good mom and dad and 2 brother we can afford every thing I have a car and my brother gave one all paid for with our parents that's nit thaw bad part is , the bad part is the way our parents raised us with was Fu*k*d up like we can't do any thing without there conscent on it they have to agree they have to be a part of it we became dependent on them mostly mom in that age , I ended up with mo friends all the way through school high school and even collage what we friends I made only wanted there own benefit and that's it they never carried some one wants a ride or borrow something and that it's and then when it's done they are gone. And never ha a relation ship well had only two and none was more than 3 month the first one ended by sorry I said I love you just not to upset you and second one your soo nice but you deserve better. Life been screwing with me for the last 15 years never had fun that lasted or happiness . What can I do I already lives more than half my life and I'm nothing no one call me or check on me even if I disappear for days even weeks no one remember me or care to ask where Iam so at this age I have no friends no girlfriend no life I'm the living dead imagine that what life would that be | |
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It must be awful to get they consent all the time. My parents do not actually give a dam about me, they are always trying to dictate my life but a just keep rebelling. I am constantly arguing with them as they are always putting me down.
But with the friends situation totally understand, my friends haven't even called me during Christmas or new years to see how I am. They wouldn't care or notice if I disappear. I just want someone to actually about me as I have gone out of my way for so many people never reciprocated. I end up crying myself to sleep every night with the feeling of loneliness, never thought my heart would ache so much inside, in places which I never thought existed .
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