| | Posted by Booty at June 9, 2010 |
IDK just doing some searching and found this site. God where to begain? My whole life has been a struggle to stay alive. When I was born back in 1982 I was a bastard child that from the get go tells you something. My mother couldn't raise me so she gave me to my dad. He couldn't raise me either (hooked on drugs) so my grandma at her old age tried to raise me. When she could no longer raise me she sent me off to go to the home of the innocents. From there I went to 3 different foster homes and was abused in the 2nd one hince why I went to the 3rd one and was abused in that one (even had a broken arm..yeah WTF a broken arm and I wasn't even 3) so my dad who managed to be sober long enough suggested to the aurthorities I should be placed in the care of my great aunt. So I was raised by my aunt from age 3 to 18. Everyday I was either beaten, locked in my room and called every name in the book. My confindence is shoot because of that. Also a good part of my life I either working in the yard ( did everything by hand because my aunt thought I would break something...she always would say I could fuck up a N***er funural) from like mid afternoon to dust or hanging out in a bar while my aunt played the slots...it was so bad at times that the customers would feed me food and of course when she manage to leave I was blamed for one thing or another and shortly afterwards beaten till she didn't feel like it anymore. About the best that my days got was either I was alone for hours upon ... |
| | Posted by Courtiny at June 9, 2010 |
I was terrible imy younger days I was doing crime nothing vioolent. I stel cars rob homes and shop lift. I did all that. The last three times I shop lifted it was threes strikes on you are out and I di dstrike andende upin JV at 15. Te first that happen s is they take you jewelry and purse then they take to another where you are strip searched and spray with bug spray and make the girls take a shower. Tey make for shower athe same timeit epadites the proess. after i di my time I decide to change. One chnge and I blew it. i mgot put in a womens prsion becuase of my age iwas 18 I got 4 years previously. Entering is like entering JV but you not in a room but you are put into a cell. At my first hearing the sent me to women's boot camp. It was tough to be there getting yelled at all the time. Shake downs were embaressing they would strip every woman there during shake down. I was 5 shake down while i was there until my release. Then i did chnge and walked the straight and narrow. I have bee to those places and I knew I would be there after i got put in boot camp if I didn't change then. If you the crime then you ended bein in jv prsion or boot camp then you wil know it is time to chnge I now off parole and I have no probation. Im 35 and I have three duaghters. I have beea free woman at 27 and I have wen tback to t lifeof crime scence. Eery one gets second chnce and some folks never change but peros if they want to. I did. |
| | Posted by dwillis at June 8, 2010 |
1. dump all your friends who treat you poorly and w/o respect. If you are alive in your body and you feel good in your body- you're ahead of most people-
2. poverty is evil. get away from poverty as soon as you can. Key to getting out of poverty is to never use a credit card. If you use one- only use it in extreme emergencies and absolutely avoid carrying a balance of being late. If you are late or keep a balance you are being legally robbed. - CAVEAT- key to not being in poverty is to have at least 100k in bank, liquid- invested hopefully. Don't touch this money- EVER- plan for your retirement too- don't sink your money or get debt buying crap or big-house you can't afford w/ debt. Don't have children you can't afford to take care of- seriously don't do this-
3. Pleasure is the key- find out for yourself what you enjoy doing and devote yourself to it.
4. Swim - regularly
5. Don't eat fast food- eat only healthy food- you will look better and feel better. Only very rarely/occassionally eat bad food-
6. Go to school- take out student loans if you have too- get school- find a mentor- apprentice- get in a union if you can- work very hard- devote yourself- if you are a hard worker- you will meet good people who can help you help yourself out of poverty- LAZY people always suffer in the end whether they are born rich or poor- FIND WORK YOU LOVE TO SO DO WHEN YOU DEVOTE YOURSELF TO IT AND WORK VERY HARD YOU ACTUALLY ENJOY YOURSEL... |
| | Posted by MyLifeSucks at June 8, 2010 |
I grew up really rich in a huge house, but then everything went wrong, we had to move, suddenly we were poor.
I was always beautiful growing up, and I was put in pageants, modeling competitions, etc., but then we were too poor to join competitions, and I thought that I was ugly, and it soon enough, I was right.
I have no respect for myself. I'm overweight, ugly, annoyed with myself, completely talently, terribly slobby.
I can't get a job, can't get a boyfriend, don't have any friends. Life sucks. |
| | Posted by the sobbing bear at June 8, 2010 |
my mom and dad never got along even when they were married. my mom was all fun and he was no fun at all. the asshole expected so much out of me, with school, with friends, with grades, even with girls! he never beat me but he sure as hell didn't have to to make me feel like shit. but my mom was no mother fucking teresa either. one time when me and my brother were alone at my moms place she left us by ourselves for 3 days. and after about a day and a half we ran out of food. then a few months later... we were evicted. had to move in with my asshole-piece of shit- wife cheating-son of a bitch dad. made a few enemies in my dads neborhood. and then after the summer ended i got sent to this classroom for retards. all because i was depressed. because my piece of shit parents made me depressed! I was stuck in that fucking classroom for 2 years filled with nothing but kids who have been to juvie. now i've never been to juvie before but after the first week I felt like it. then after i graduated 7th grade i went to a school filled with "normal" kids who all thought i was fucking insane. and now im going to high school and i'm headed right back to that piece of shit classroom again. all in all... my life FUCKING SUCKS!!!! |
| | Posted by John_Doe at June 8, 2010 |
hm. I'm just listening to the song "this is life without you"... ya know, the one from stnafour... okay, you probably don't but nvm xP
yeah, anyway. I'm kinda lost. I just realised I've lost the contact with the most of my best friends. I've changed. Life is just passing by and I'm to busy with all the other things that I forgot about my friends. By other things I mean studying and stupid looove :D
I wanna be the whole time by her side. Talk to her, see her laugh... and nothing else matters in those moments. But when I'm alone and think what I did today I'm am like.. hmm.. yeah, I was with her, I've studyied... I was alone cause she was with someone else. Ooooh, hey, here I was with my best friend. for 2 minutes.. and then I was again with her.. daaamn. Life is so short and it is passing by so freaking quick. I'm feeling kinda... idk... it is weird.
I was such a happy kid, was always with a smile on my face, making joke with all of my friends... omg, and I used to hate people who would just walk on the street and just smile the whole time... and now, when ever I think of her... I freaking smile.. even when I'm walking on the street.
And I knooow I shoulnd spend so much time thinking and being with her but it's stronger then me.. and it is not worth my whole time and losing all of the friendships but... aaa, as I said, it is stronger then me..
idk what to think anymore. I feel weird xD
life sucks. :D |
| | Posted by 1980 in Va at June 8, 2010 |
I am 29 born and raised in Norfolk Va. Never had a good relationship with my mom all she does is judge me and cut me down for every move I make if she don't agree with it. She preaches at me about God 24-7 and I love the Lord but sometimes a person don't wanna hear that. Its like that is all she talks about 24-7. My dad died of cancer about 4 years ago and he was the only one that really understood me and loved me. He was not my biological father but he took care of me like I was his own . My real father was a drunk abusive ass hole I met him 2 times in my life and I hate the man. I got pregnant at 17 with the first of my 3 children and married their father who in turn abused me mentally , emotionally and then physically. he beat me at 8 months pregnant nearly killed me and my unborn baby. So I left and ended up in a homeless shelter. I had no where to go but back to the mother who is so critical of me. I ended up becoming hooked on prescription drugs and I am still hooked. I hate waking up in the morning and most days I wish to die. The only reason I have not taken my life is because of my fiance of 3 years. He is the only one I can turn to and be honest with and he doesn't put me down or push me away. I don't have to wear a fake smile for him he knows my pain and the inner demons I fight inside of my self every day. I used to enjoy life but now I get no enjoyment from any thing. I have friends but they are fake and really don't know or even have a clue of what I feel on the inside I have to wear a fake smile just to be kool with them. There is so much more to my story but this is just a short summary so I just hope and pray that one day I can truly smile again and feel hapiness. My heart goes out to each and every person that has posted on this site I know your pain and the darkness you feel and you are not alone and it feels sort of good to know I am not the only one that had lived in hell......silently suffering in VA..... |
| | Posted by anonymous at June 8, 2010 |
everyday i juz wake up. n stand in front of the computer. i watch other people suffer n i cant help jackshit even if i wanted to. or i read stories bout people suffering n i cant do jackshit. i hate being helpless. and here i am stuck in front of this motherfucking monitor. maybe i prefer not to have any cuz i hate being backstabbed or used. im always have homicidal plus suicidal tendency so im not afraid to bullies or shit like that.
people see life as to enjoy it. i think of that just an opinion from another fucktard who think himself as einstein. the only good life happens when ur parents is fucking rich ass bitch who got money to burn and decide to have you n buy u a gun ornament to stuck up at your pocket so you can shoot any motherfucker u hate and simply bail you out or bribe the judge to get you off the hook.
listen to me people. if u a poor ass fuck. then dont even think bout havin baby. u want them to be grown in this shitty world ass fuck? U think their existence will fix your problems? u think u can give em happiness? aw cmon im from a poor family by the time i can afford myself a computer my parents fucking died from a shootout from loan sharks. if you cant fix yourself then dont expect your babies will fix em for you. they juz gonna blame u for bringing them up in this shit whack world...as for me. i can only sit here...my life is here. in front of the monitor. till im dead. maybe i'll commit a huge shopping mall genocide strapped with C4 on my torso before i die mwahahaha....*sigh* |
| | Posted by MADJ at June 8, 2010 |
I'm 21, male, studying economics and i have 3 big sisters. My parents never treat me like I'm a man. I kind of wish that they at least treat me like a boy but no, they treat me like a girl. My sisters are allowed to do anything. Me, i can't drive alone can't leave the house alone, my sisters need to take me to my destinations. I can have whatever i want but i don't see the use of it. For example, i wanted a car and got one but i'm not allowed to drive it so what is the point of a car. I don't have any friends, people call me a wussy.
I wanted to be a criminologist when i grow up but my parents give me the expression that if I don't become a chemical engineer then i won't find a frekin job.
I saved up alot of money but i don't think ill be happy because my parents. They never treat me like a grown-up. |
| | Posted by Just Me at June 8, 2010 |
Here I am yet again....ALONE. I have children but I feel so alone. I constantly get involved with married men as I can't find any single ones. What a loser I am. I can't stand being me. I wish I were happy with the simple things. In fact I constantly look down at those who are not. I am judgmental to say the least but look at me! What a loser.... I must be. Although it is hard for me to recognize it though others seem to know it as I can't get friends or a man! Sometimes it's so hard being me. I am not a bad person even though I do things that are not okay. I always stick up for those people close to me but fear they don't give a shit bout me. I know this sounds like a sob story... I guess that's cause it is. |
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| Posted by anonymous at June 8, 2010 |
Once i was put on this miserable little rock we call a planet i instantly messed up my mothers marriage. Hell, it wasn't even my fault she wanted to screw around with random people but she did anyway and I came about. Mymom got devorced because obviously the guy didn't want to take care of a kid that wasn't his. After she got devorced she started using coke heavily,she was already a user before i was born and was probably coked up when i was born. Eventually she ran up a debt with her dealers and one of them stabbed her in the neck. So now my 3 year old bastard ass has no parents so for the rest of my life im passed around my family like some bad disease. This is partially my fault because my heads so messed up and im full of anger so i destroyed the bonds i had with my family because i had felt they were nothing but substitutes. So now hear i am 17 years later and I have nothing to show. I graduated highschool but dropped outta community college for no reason other than i was lazy and didn't want to go. I never had a real girlfriend and i probably never will. No drivers liscence or car. Only one job in my life and i got fired for my non sociable attiude (I didn't smile enough). I have braces and im almost 20. I live with my uncle who always talks about how he has cancer and is gonna die. Once he dies there will be no one who cares for me, hell i dont even care for myself. I mean how could I when the person who put me on this earth left me in a crib to go out and snort b... |
| | Posted by Isabel at June 8, 2010 |
My life has allways sucked. I have a big family were poor and everything just sucks.
I was raped at age 6, by my brother. I allways wear the same clothes, ive been wearing the same bra and underwear for weeks! No one in my family really cares about me. I allways get abused and forced to clean. One time my mother beat me to the ground. I get hurt almost everyday by family members for no reason. Im allways hungry and there is never really any food in the kitchen. I hate my life, I almost died because I was choke-ing and no one was there to help me. I actually want to die sometimes. I just cant take it anymore my life sucks really bad. |
| | Posted by little big man at June 7, 2010 |
hi i am an english guy of 57. i have been maried for 31 years i have 5 grown up kids and 7 grandkids now come on do things get better than that.we all laugh and have fun all the time.when you can laugh you feel great life is all about fun and laughter.donot take it to serious you have one life make the best of it.you may say its ok for him to say is he rich well yes but not with money with love .so get things started laugh be happy stop leting things get you down.a funny thing hapend once me and my wife was having words nothing that bad.she had a packet of bacon in her hand .then smack in my face i could not stop laughing it was so funny.it did not hurt me but she was so shoched by this it made me laugh mooer.that is just one thing .at our house we laugh and laugh.we have so much fun like i said we have one life so get out ther and start liveing.so from little big man .from manchester england.on the 7 june 2010.may the great spirts be with you all. |
| | Posted by Lilian at June 7, 2010 |
Hi, this does not really suck in comparison to other problems mentioned in this site... i just wanted an opinion.
Am i normal? I hate the thought of having a baby and this makes me somehow sad (i'm contradicting my self but i have very mixed feelings about this). I do NOT hate older children, but i find babies disgusting, a weight, and stupid. When i see one, especially when it is crying, my first instinct is to run away.
Very often i also have bad thoughts.. like for example i imagine that if my baby were crying like that i'd smash it on the floor or something.
My mother was aggressive, very aggressive.. and she used to hurt me physically and psychologically. I am afraid that i'm developing into a monster like she was.
When i am angry i tend to hit stuff.. i don't want to break anything but sometimes it happens and very often i hurt myself by punching stuff. Today i punched a table and now my hand is blue.
Anyway, i also hate the idea of change, i do not like the idea of having a baby crying around the house, but i get lots of pressure from my family with comments like "get pregnant at last".
I can imagine myself as a happy mother of someone who already is 5-6 years old and is a little bit more independent, goes to school and does not need ass cleaning all the time anymore. But i do not like the idea of being weak for years and years by having a baby. I will be totally dependent on my husband and i will not be abl... |
| | Posted by Confused Soul at June 7, 2010 |
I am married for 13 years, daughter who is 11 years. Marriage was arranged by parents (I love my parents). The guy and his family are thankless creatures. All sweet in front of me but venomous at my back to my husband. My husband still listens to them and comes back to me saying you did this to my Mom and you did that to my brother and they felt insulted. Examples could be I asked his mother will she have food, instead of saying food is ready please come and have it. I did not go out to talk to his brother and invite him inside when he came to drop his mom at our place, my husband went out I was with my guests. Mind you, this brother is younger to me, not elder. The worst part is my husband comes and tells me all this, that means he agrees with what these guys are saying. After 13 years he still supports them not me, this is when I am an equally qualified as my husband, he did not have job for first 3 years of our marriage. I supported him during the tough phase, not asking for a anything. During this time, I was earning handsome salary and also gave birth. All the time he was at home, still I would cook for the whole family, clean up the house, take care of my baby, wake up in the night if she is crying etc etc. I could very well afford a maid, but he and his family did not like the idea. I feel his family envies me because I am the most successful person in their family and I am the one who pushed my husband for further education and made him successful too. I never aske... |
| | Posted by blair at June 6, 2010 |
I grew up with a dad who hated me and didnt feel bad when he repeatedly told me violence from him and my controllin mother, 15 i was raped on the way home never told a sole untill i was 18 where i told my boyfriend, wish i could have told my sister and parents but was scared i would somehow be blamed!! stupid!!!
kicked out when i was 18 too pathetic for parents to handle.. i was a kid who never went out would get in trouble for not going to the shop for anyone didnt really have friends barely spoke was to shy to say hi to anyone... spent 5 years of my life on my own with only one person who stuck around.. a guy friend had no contact with my family or anyone, been mugged 4 times must have something written on my back or forehead... although i have more confidence now and not so shy i struggle every day to see a point i got help but it jus wasnt for me so quit it and now all thats keeping me alive is the fact that im lookin after my grandad who has dementia i spend all my days alone and it jus really sucks!! cant see it gettin any better so whats the point! |
| | Posted by j at June 6, 2010 |
This is my second time posting on this sight. Maybe in hope's of enlightening some of you ass holes out there that only complain, complain and complain.
Today I was in the downtown area. I was looking for a homeless person that would be willing to buy me cigarettes considering the fact that I'm still underage... I came a across a woman. She did buy me the cigarettes. But instead of walking away I sat down on the street beside her. We talked. We talked a lot. She told me her entire life story. I don't want to type it all out it would take too long. But this is some of the stuff that happened to her. She was raped twice at the age of 14. Her parents were abusive, she got kicked out at 16 and became addicted to heroin. She now has health problems and struggles to survive. Everyday is basically a fight. Mentally and physically. I felt sorry for her. She was in tears. She told me that I was the only one that she actually had a conversation with in the past 3 months. I ended up giving her $10. I'll probably never see her again. It's a big city. But considering the fact that some of you bitches complain and whine about how your lives are so tough simply because you cannot have the dumbest things such as love, or some materialistic items is just ridiculous. Go out tomorrow and help a homeless person. Talk to them. Ask them questions and then compare your life to theirs. I guarantee that you will not complain about your life after it.
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| | Posted by P Diddy at June 6, 2010 |
My life could be better. Where do I begin...
Well I tend to keep to myself, especially in school. I had a group of friends who were also kind of unpopular. I guess you could say that I was in the unpopular group in high school.
There was this girl who I had a crush on for 7 or so years. I never had the courage to talk to her. During senior year in high school I was in the school news club with my friend... who wasn't really a social smart person. The idea of the club is to pretty much make fake news and such, it was fun. The girl I loved for 7 years was also in the club. My friend would tell me that I wouldn't stand a chance with her because I don't have the sack to talk to her. And unfortunately I think he was right. But fortunately for me my group and her group merged because I was stuck in a group of two (me and my friend of course). During the merge we talked to each other a little and I thought she liked me at first. But then later I found out that she had a boyfriend. After that I felt really depressed. It was hard for me to get out of bed everyday. Sometimes I would cry myself to sleep because I think for the rest of my life I would feel alone.
After finding out that the love of my life was interested in another guy, my friend would tell me that he was right and that I will always be alone. After that the rest of the people in my social group would start saying the same thing. In a sense they betrayed me.
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| | Posted by anonymous at June 5, 2010 |
Born into a typical family. Father was an abusive, porn-watching ass. Mother was a hard-working woman; cheerful. Father got angry, broke her legs. Mother got over it. Father got angry again, trashed the house and cut up all her underwear. Mother got over it.
I was a relatively happy child. I got sick a lot. I still do. I stress my mom a lot. She asks: "Why don't you call your fucking father and tell him you're sick?"
Because I'm scared.
I'm 14, emetophobic (IRRATIONAL fear of vomiting that literally devours me alive, each and every day), depressed, terrible self-image. Father is a hard man to talk to. He is a control-er. A dominate-r. He MUST be right. Arrogant and cynical. Like an elephant, he will not forget. He will mock you, spit in your face, throw water in your face, kick your tail-bone, curse your very name, and then, when his anger subsides, he will be "nice". He fucks with you.
Mother called me fat. Pig. Lazy. Bitch. Whore. Fat, again. I WAS. 135 at 5'4. Went anorexic, sunk into a deep depression and anger with my body. It became an obsession. It still is: 111 at 5'4. Up and down, up and down ... goes the scale.
I still suffer. OCD, too. Thoughts, I need marijuana. I need to run away.
Mother punched me multiple times. I have bruises. Mother whipped me with a stick she picked off the ground during our daily nature walks. I have a scar on my inner right arm.
Friends? Well, they fuck around. They're not friends. They're vain. Stupid. "Stupid, stupid, blah, ahurr, blah..." is what they speak. Living in fantasy. I live in reality.
Life is the same ol' story. The same ol' cycle. You're happy, you're sad, you're happy again. Fucking with your emotions. Mindfuckery.
I get good grades. Worthless letters.
I once believed in God. No longer, so.
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| | Posted by Thomas at June 5, 2010 |
My parents got devorce and a few years later my father married another woman. In one of his best chices but he never had good judgement. I hated stayinf at my fater house on the weekends. She had two children of her own. They lived on farm not easy for me I endeddoing most of the work. I quit going and If didn't show she be at my place in a hearet the next time I called to police He told her becuase I live here don't need to leave unless leave willingly. My asked why and ask her and then you see why I never want go back it ook 3 years but he finally devorced her. I never had to see her againIf she wants something she should have made her children do it not me. |
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