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| Posted by Vengeance at January 22, 2011 |
I have moved around alot because of racial bullying sum guy is following me around the country because I'm Asian he says he wants to hurt me because of a misunderstanding 15 years ago
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| | Posted by anonymous at January 22, 2011 |
I have been married for a long time and my spouse is extremely manipulative especially with money. He is controlling, degrading and is a such a slob. He never helps do one thing. He acts like everything in the world is my fault. He takes no responsibility for anything from household chores to finances. It's like living with a child. We have 3 children that live by his example. They never help and then when told to act like I am doing them a disservice. I work full time, keep a house for 4 ungrateful people and have constant back pain. My family knows that I'm not always well but even when there are too tons of dishes in the sink they don't move to do a thing. My husband just bitches that things aren't done but won't do a thing to help the situation. I feel trapped in a life that I don't want to be in. I am college educated and feel trapped in a job that could be better. I'm tired of being taken advantage of as well as sweeping my husbands drug use under the table when his family is around. His unwillingness to get help and his manipulation is slowly killing me. If it wasn't for my children or my faith I would have left or killed myself by now. |
| | Posted by Still hoping at January 22, 2011 |
I read a lot of stories her about people that have had it bad. Many say they are lazy and dont try hard. Well, not here. For the last 35 years, I have worked at least 60 hours per week. My first wife, wasted away all of our money. My fault for not stopping her. Then we divorced because, we did not spend time together. Of course not, I was working over 60 hours per week, while she stayed home and did not fucking work. When I got home, I would have to help do the laundry, clean the house and help do the shopping because she was overwhelmed. Thenwe divorced. I gave her over $800 per month, got to see my kids, which she moved out of state only twice per year. While she got a new boyfriend, bought cars, boats, motorcycles ect. Then, the apple of my eye, my youngest(a daughter,says casually, that this guy raised her) I love my children with all my heart. While away from them, I called them 3 times a week, always, without failed, paid my child support, and even sent extra money many times. Now, I moved 1000 miles to be closer to my children, so I could see them maybe once per month. Yet, as much as I try, I feel like a total piece of shit that they tolerate. I am now over 50, I still have to work over 55 hours per week to provide for myself and new family. I do not get the boats, motorcycles or other perks many do. I work, come home and go back to work. It is not because I do not know how to have fun, It is because I do not have time. I am still treated like an outsider by my children. If only they could feel the total and complete love I feel for them. I am not upset because I do not have the fun things in life. I am upset because I do not have the important things in life. My family. Maybe it is my fault. I do not want to kill myself as many say they do. I just want my children to feel the love I have for them. No more, no less. I try to live a good and moral life. I hope they come around. But in the meantime, life does suck........................ |
| | Posted by anonymous at January 22, 2011 |
Born in December too close to Christmas.
Lived with my grandparents from age 3-4 because my parents where too busy smoking crack. I remember driving with my dad to this bar, in our blue, Ford minivan. The bar was in the vicinity of the Wonderbread warehouse in Phoenix, AZ. He got his face punched in. I still wonder what happened while I was waiting in that van. I remember the smell, the glass pipe with it's charred, round bottom. We lived with my grand-parents for only a little bit. My mother became pregnant. I think it was the crack that caused her to deliver 3 months early.
We lived in Holbrook during my kindergarten days. Pretty lame.
Rode a Greyhound back to PHX. Lived in a 1 BR apartment with my dad for about a year. He worked at the post office right down the street. Got lots of cuts from getting pushed around. Then I got spanked for getting hurt.
Basically moved every year. Never stayed in one, particular place too long.
I woke up in the middle of the night; I was about 8 years old. I walked into the living room. Behind the couch I saw a man and girl laying naked. Then I heard my father's voice tell my older sister to put her panties back on. My mother was a nurse and worked nights. When she came home I told her what I saw. My dad and older sister would be locked in the master bedroom together every-now-and-then.
We lived in a 3 bedroom apartment with 10 parrots. My specialized bike got stollen off the patio. I ... |
| | Posted by No one at January 22, 2011 |
Let us face it. It is really fucked up. We live, and suffer so much pain. God? He hasn't talked to me in years. He let his son die on the cross. Filled with pain and alone. Nails in his hands, spear in his side. He just tried to help others and that is what he got. His death made me cry. I don't think God cried.
Let us face it. The true has no impact on this world. God didn't create this pain, didn't create this horror.
I cannot cry anymore. I have used up all my tears. However inside I cry so so much.
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| | Posted by anonymous at January 21, 2011 |
I had a perfect life until middle school. No one fucking liked me, I had bad grades, even though I tried my absolute hardest. My parents yell at me basically 24/7, I have 1 friend who doesnt really care about me.
My sister puts me down all the time, and she gets everything that she wants while the only thing my parents have gotten me in the past 10 years is a xbox so that I wouldn't be upstairs with them.
They don't give me food, I have to go and walk to the mall to get clothes.
Everything sucks.
I have already tried to kill myself, and my parents got mad at me for using their pills to try and kill myself. Not the part where I tried to kill myself. No, they didn't care about that, they cared that I used their pills.
I'm just waiting to die. And it's not coming fast enough. |
| | Posted by anonymous at January 21, 2011 |
I've read many of the posts here over quite a few months. On the majority of the posts, there's a common theme, "Someone or some thing has done ME wrong."
She left me, he doesn't love me, my boss doesn't treat me right, the world is not treating me right, I have no money, I have no love life. . . etc. What's the common theme or words, "Me" and "I".
What coincides with the whole "me" idea, is the assumption that the world is going to behave in a certain way and "conform" to your beliefs. A person has all these notions, concepts, beliefs and such, swirling around in their head. And when reality confronts us, we dig in our heels even more and say, "I want the world to be this way." Unfortunately, not only does the world not conform to our wishes, the time spent on gnashing your teeth trying to make it conform is seriously lost time. Time you will never get back. Of course it's not until most people are 70+ years old, that they finally have a concept of "limited" time. It would seem you could go on and on feeling bad about your situation.
I contend the world is not good nor bad. It's just a world of things happening all around us. Your viewpoint is what creates the feelings within you of good and bad. I once carried a digital voice recorder around with me for two weeks and recorded any and all thoughts that popped into my mind. Do you realize that the overwhelming majority of the self-talk was negative? "No you won't be able to do this or no, th... |
| | Posted by bigtimelooser at January 21, 2011 |
I know life sucks we all say that... you've been beaten your whole life, raped, desregarded, neglected, looked down upon... this is our freaking society...
the truth is we all feel that whathever happens to us is the worst that can ever happen to us, even if you compare your life with others... and when you read the stories from others you should feel completely ashemed that your life does not suck as bad as others', yet for you at that given moment it does...
you just can't get over it... and you feel even more ashamed... yet still don't feel any better... now you realize that your life sucks even more because you think that it suck even if reading other stories you are still considered to be the lucky one...
your hope is your hope and noone else's, and if it has been crushed then life sucks...
how about my story for today?
i came up with a proposal... which had been loved by all... then based on the proposal a job opportunity was created... which has been then announced to all.... and then the job was given to someone else
yes, life sucks
and even if I sent this note out to the universe so you as a reader can read it / giggle about it/ get angry over it/ or just feel empathetic to it
life at the moment for me still sucks...
have a great day! |
| | Posted by anonymous at January 21, 2011 |
I'm going to be 24 in a few months and haven't had any sort of sex since December 2004. My freshman year of college, I was a freshly-slimmed fat kid from a cow town in a medium size city for the first time, and fucked whatever I could. Fat chicks, crazy chicks, I didn't really care. I wanted to lose my boyhood, that was all.
Even though that sounded like a good plan in theory, it wound up backfiring after I met a girl who I wanted to seriously get to know. We actually did spend some time together and she seemed to like me, I was about 2cm away from kissing her for the first time when her friend walked in on us, and we both froze up.
Well before we could see each other again, one of the nasty cunts I slept with decided to tell this girls friends about what we did (basically ran the gamut). This girl starts acting weird with me in front her friends and when I find out why I'm heartbroken, and pissed. And like a dumbass, the good girl walks up to me alone one day to talk but because of a bruised ego I act aloof and she gets pissed at me. I get into such a shit mood after that I give up on girls the rest of the freshman year, go back home and lose a shitload of weight working and getting an idea in my head to make this girl come back to me.
It didn't happen. I had driven back across the country to find that not only was she not interested in knowing me at all, but also most of my friends from freshman year had dropped out, and I was roomed in the wo... |
| | Posted by anonymous at January 21, 2011 |
When I was younger, everything was awesome. But, when I turned 17, everything went to shit. I started to get anxious and depressed, and had to choose which college to go to... ended up REGRETTING that decision. And, I still regret it. I am trying to pick up the pieces of that decision since I graduated and continue on with my life on the path I thought I knew, which is buried deep inside of me and still there (that spark that doesn't ever quite go out but the flame is muted sometimes.)
My brother is schizophrenic, so mental illness runs in the family. I suppose when I turned 17, I became anxious and depressed genetically, but with no support system (family/friends), I wasn't able to make an informed decision, and fucked up my own life. So, yes, it was my fault, but it was also a product of my own life/situation. This is because everyone is concerned with my brother (I know, jealousy, right, even for someone who is schizophrenic!) I get it, it's kind of messed up, but it's hard to deal with. Just because I'm NOT schizophrenic doesn't mean I don't deserve support, love, and all that other shit he gets but I don't.
Also, when I was 15, my mom remarried, and it fucked me up a lot, because I felt like my mom was abandoning me (borderline personality disorder, maybe?) Anyway, that was the start of me losing all my of childhood friends, stealing, drinking, having lots of sex, but still managing to overwork myself in school to the point where I got ... |
| | Posted by innnefneferg at January 21, 2011 |
I met a girl that is so Cute!
she loved everything I loved. We laughed together and she told childhood stories and such. she was able to read my mind.
one day when i was about to ask her out.
she asks me.
"does your (best freind) have a boyfreind."
after this i ask her out and says I'm ugly |
| | Posted by anonymous at January 21, 2011 |
My life sucks. I have had nothing but bad experiences. I was an asshole as a kid because my life was so fucked up. I got schizophrenia when i was 19 I am 30 now, never had a love in my life. Keep falling for these impossible relationships which I make into some kind of love affair becaue i am so desperate and needy. I am in love with a woman who I've known for 5 years, and i've only hugged her twice. Its been so long that I kissed a woman I dont know if i can do it.
I've attempted suicide but survived and drudged on. I think things will get better....one day but not today |
| | Posted by JimBo at January 21, 2011 |
life is full of more bad and dissapointment,then fun and good times! It's not fair, I don't deserve to be treated this way. |
| | Posted by ONETIRESISTA at January 21, 2011 |
WELL MY LIFE SUCKS RIGHT NOW, I AM MARRIED TO THE CRAZIEST MAN ON EARTH. HE IS MENTALLY ABUSIVE. I HAVE THREE CHILDREN ONE BY HIM WHO ARE ALL GROWN. HE ONLY CARES ABOUT MATERIALISTIC THINGS AND HOW HE CAN BRAG TO OTHER PEOPLE ABOUT WHAT HE HAS, WHICH I BASICALLY PAY FOR. I HATE BEING MARRIED TO HIM AND WANT TO LEAVE. DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW I CAN GET HELP WITH DEALING WITH A MENTALLY ABUSIVE HUSBAND. HE SUCKS AND MAKES THE WHOLE HOUSE MISERABLE AS HELL. I AM MISERABLE, THE CHILDREN ARE MISERABLE AND HE TRIES TO MAKE PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW HIM THINK HE'S SO WONDERFUL, HE SUCKS, THE MENTAL ABUSIVE IS HORRIBLE. |
| | Posted by anonymous at January 20, 2011 |
This is going to be good!
Where would you like me to start? Usually it's the bad childhood, end it evolves from there on!
I com from a family of three children, in a small community (2000 people) where everybody knows everybody's brassiness. My parents were typical folks of the community, my father abusive (show the little woman who's boss), a drunk of whom I was prouwd as a child (which child doesn't think the world of their parents while growing up?) but never laid a hand on me (wasn't violent, at least not to us kids)and my mother in role of the victim (one which she had learned well in her own home before marrying my father) and I have to admit she tried to teach me stuff, like how to get out of the way of your nuts husband, someone I picked up along My miserable life indeed following her example.
After getting rid of him and after giving my wounds a good lick, and with a year old boy to remember him with, here we are again looking for the next looser...
Well I finally did a good job there now didn't I? This one was not made of the same trash I was used to, and who knows, maybe he's not all that bad after all!
Of course there is always a catch no? Well of course there is... he has two kids of his own and his ex is dumb as a brick! (now this is the God's honest truth people, I mean, how simple can you be?) Anyway, I want to help, lets get the kids from this person (one of the two is autistic) lets be a family etc etc
Long story short twelve yea... |
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| Posted by anonymous at January 20, 2011 |
i mean i went thru so much in life but thats one thinq i culd say i never let nobody see me down becasue i feel like if people see me down then they wuld feel the same way and thats foolishness man ...
my mama was married to my little brother daddy since i was like 5 and now im 18 years oldd now but from the age 6 till 15 i been getting rapped by him i mean i cryed every niqht i started not to trust BOYS and idkk but shyt was crazy" i was beat on for not given him me and it was everyday threw them ages i cryed so bad imaging a 6 years old getting tied down to a chair getting forced to watch porn and gettinq slapped around and wooped with peddles and shyt to give a grown as men your body . TEARS :( ..
i mean at them tyme i wanted to tell my mama but he said if i told her he wuld have to kill all of us that shytwas crazy .. so i went thru my hole life just getting raped ..
I HATED HYM BUT I DIDNT HATE MEH NOR MY LIFE..
I remembered when i use to try to fight back or bite hym or somethinq he wuld tell my mom i did something real badd and i use to get woped with a paddle or extension cord for no reason that shyt was crazy TEARS ;(
and after all that it made me whom i am now all in my school work ,smart with one guy i mean everyday i think about iht but i make sure i keep a smile on my face so people wont KNOW |
| | Posted by Bart at January 20, 2011 |
I have looked through this after a google search
what do I see? a bunch of youngsters with their whole life ahead of them worried about girlfriends, boyfreinds, strict mums n dads etc
fuck me
Bad move bart
I am 50
And I lived through 90% of all the shite I see from some of you
jeezus
wait till you get too my age and look back
I am a decent bloke, never been short of cash, always had freinds, never had real shite happen to me apart from what I have brought apon myself
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I stole, cheated, lied, and have been a pure cunt
Over the last 15 years I have tried to resolve that by being the best person I can, however it seems, damage done, god thinks I am worth fuck all, all that happens is bad news rain falls on me
LIFE IS SHITE! |
| | Posted by deadangel at January 19, 2011 |
my car is in the shop, my family does nothing but fight, i am making shit money and getting no where. my boyfriend is a dick, my best friend is a horn dog, my brother is talking about killing himself, my dad is telling me that i owe him money - when i dont. i cant afford my meds, i cant afford nothing....fml |
| | Posted by anonymous at January 19, 2011 |
this is y my life sucks noone can take me serious i have no job no car i live at home with my nagging mom and annoying little brother who's 9 and is extreamly gay and you can tell from a billions millies away school suck i been ast a 2yr college for 5yrs all ready stressed out im known for my ass that ass is gone im stressed lost hair and everything everytime i think im taking one good step my life jus says " hey you know im not going to let you be happy thats for the fucks that dont deserve it it dont matter how hard u try u took one step im bringing u 7 steps back." my mom is always putting things in my face i have not 1 inch of privacy im on the phon whos that her and my gay 9yr old diva brother then i got my mom naggin hav a baby hav a baby but i cant have kids i tried but i cant tell her that as much as i want to life never lets me win no baby school money house car privacy life nothing i have a black cat running across me every min its a cloud over my head on the most sunniest days my life suks donkey nuts |
| | Posted by anonymous at January 19, 2011 |
Thing have always suck being in and out of foster homes all my childhood, that did not suck at the time but when I got older and discovered that really it was just lack of effort and or caring{by my parents} enough to do any thing about it is strange to me after becoming a parent?Then after stupid and fake marriage and long painful divorce,lost my child in accident 1 year ago and ex is still causing me as much trouble as possible,family members came out of the wood work to comfort me... ha...ha..ha more like to gossip about one another so I have stop all contact with all of them and I that is one good thing,they were all classless and tacky some I have not seen in 30 years anyway.Now in debt so much will never get out from ex running up many credit card and lawyer fees.I do have a job however,Some times I dont know why,one step away from being homeless and always to broke to do anything while co-worker are living it up and thinking I just cant handle money I dont explain my ordeal to any of them It would just give the gossip vine more to talk about,and sometimes it hard to beleive how grown up adults will act and I used to like to cut up and have fun as much as anyone but they come to me and tell me about stupid stuff like when they get bent because somebody got a new car or something, they are all very petty and I just try not to tell them what I really think of them to keep my little check coming |
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