| | Posted by FML at January 3, 2012 |
So why does my life suck, im bout to be 22 pretty much had to raise my self growing up I was abused by my step father cause I wasnt his son.. I grew up in disfunctional family always had money problems my father was addicted to alcohol and cocaine always beat for no reason my would try and protect me but would never could... When I was 6 I had to watch my mother beat like a man cause she didn't have money for beer I remember sitting there crying as she mopped up her own puddle of blood.. Going to school never had money for clothes anythin tht but hey no one said life would be fair butt yet didn't think out was this hard, use to sit and wish someone would Judd take me away... Whn I in my teens I stated having panac attacks had so my stress and nerves didn't know wht to do, poetry much my life has sucked, butt for some reason I feel I have to bottle it all in and it hurts cause no one knows the pain behind the mask they just see me i'm always laughing trying put my front on I live a lonely life but try and never show out..i'm a real deterring person always hoeing for the best but expecting the worst... |
| | Posted by Noone at January 1, 2012 |
I was born June 3, 1988. I am now 23 years old. I was adopted by my family when I was six years old. My biological parents were killed in a store robbery. Life as far as I can remeber was great. I was cared for, and felt loved and happy. But then my sunny days darkened at the age of nine, I was raped by my dads best friend. I remeber crying alot, and not letting anyone touch me. Once my parents got tired of not getting through to me they took me to a child's doctor. I was never the same but the day came when I could hug my dad and not scream. I was eleven when things turned bad again. My parents were killed in a car accident, leaveing me and my brothers in foster care we were split up.
It wasnt but a few weeks until I was put into a foster familys house, where I was raped and molsted again and again and again. I hated my self and a few weeks before my 12th birthday, I took a stake knife and cut my arm all the way up. When I was found they bandaged my arm up, and I got beat for doing it. The kid at school who had always bullied me, grabbed my arm the next day, when the blood seeped through, he started holloering for the teacher, (guess he wasnt all bad).
I was put back into foster care, when I was 13 I was sent to a family, who said they wanted me. Life with them was ok, they were sweet and loving, but they were not my family, and by then I had figured out what a tragaty I was to people. Eight months before my 15th birthday I was raped again, this time by a man w... |
| | Posted by Eli Kange at December 31, 2011 |
I am 17 year old. My name is Eli Kange, and this is my story. When I was 2, my Mom died in a car crash. Some drunk bastard hit her from the back and she dies. I loved her so much. My brother is about 5 years older than me, and life for us went swimmingly until, when I was 5, my Dad was found guilty for drug possesion and driving without a license. But what actually happened was, my Dad's friend was drunk so Dad took the wheel. He was speeding a little, and when the cops pulled him over they found 13 lbs. of cocain that belonged to my Dad's friend. So the friend was found innocent and my Dad went to jail and will not be out for 28 years. So we went to stay with my Uncle Nathan. He was an actuall crackhead. We moved out when I was 11 and we were put into foster care together. When he was 17, he got a girl named Angie pregnent. She was so nice. I lived with them and my neice, Halie, for a while. When my brother was 20 and Angie was 19, she went to collage in Africa. And a year later, he was sent to jail for use of ecstasy and weed. So here I am, 17 with a 5 year old girl to take care of and remt to pay. There are far more worse situations out there, but for me, my life fucking sucks. |
| | Posted by Mondo at December 30, 2011 |
"Love is a losing game." -Crackhead Amy Winehouse
So in life you're supposed to learn new things that progress you as a person. If you werent raised right, you wouldnt know. I almost didnt. Im dealing with my childhood now, and for the rest of my life. I regret allowing my mother to raise me for now I have more problems than I can bare. I have a boyfriend and I dont know how much more of this "no love" feeling I can take. Im tired of picking petals and the love I thought was there is even hollower than I could imagine. At least that's what I think but I dont think he would even tell me to start if he ever stopped. He never tells me anything and I feel the space he leaves me to think is to desolate. I dont even know him anymore. They say, "if you love something, set it free." Im afraid I cant do that, there isnt much keeping me from suicide but hes the last thing I have so forgive me if Im holding on to a lie.
I wish I knew if he loved me.
I wish I had family and friends.
All I have is him, and I wont want anything else when hes gone... |
| | Posted by anonymous at December 27, 2011 |
i am 21 years old. i lost my mom when i was 8, and my little sister got taken away when i was 9. we've been seperated the whole time. i grew up in 3 different "stable" homes. i was in alot more foster homes. my father is a piece of shit who molested me and my little sister. but thats not really why my life sucks considering i dont remember it. my life sucks because im now an adult, trying to prove wrong all those who said i will fail. truth is, its harder than it seems. see, im trying to go to school, but they didnt tell me that if i took the pell grant in the summer i wouldnt get it in the spring. so now i have to come up with 675 dollars before i can go to school. and thats bare minimum. i am by myself, no mommy and daddy to ask for help. i got married at 18 to a man i knew for 2 months, and turns out he's a real ass hole. he works, gets tired of work, and quits. i am out of food, gas, and ciggarettes. i dont know if i can go to work in the morning. oh yeah, and because i married a stranger and quit the army....my whole "sort of family" dissowned me. all my old friends stopped talking to me. they think i have like, 9 kids, when in fact i have 2 dogs. thats it. i have no one to talk to. i really just wanna dissapear. glad i found this website to vent on. thats the one thing that doesnt suck. |
| | Posted by Cloudy at December 24, 2011 |
I can't say I have a bad life but it isn't the best either. I have a good job when a lot of people are suffering and generally have a lot to be thankful for so I'm not sure why I feel the way I do. My childhood wasn't the greatest. My father died when I was very young, my mother remarried and divorced because my stepfather decided he liked men. Then came my little sister
s father. He was what I would call evil. He would do things that no man should do to a child. I would rather not be graphic it is a horrible thing to describe and relive. That went on from about the age of 7 till I was 10. I never told my mother because he would threaten to kill her. Yes, I believed he would do it. He once held a knife to my mothers throat and cut her. He recently died although I wanted to I did not celebrate out of love for my younger sister. Even though they were estranged he was still her father. I felt guilty my whole life about that even though I knew it was not my fault it just felt like it was. There is a huge gap in our ages and our life experience. We arent close although I have tried. I know some of it is she thinks I blame her for what I went through. I never did. Did I mention he was a supposed minister. Yeah he was one of those.
My mother's family disowned us about that time because he was black. They were really vocal about it even going as far as to harass us and threaten to kill us. I remeber answering the phone once and my Aunt saying " ... |
| | Posted by Ice at December 24, 2011 |
my life always was bad i grew up in the slums poor my mom is a junkie and i have no dad my whole life i sold drugs my mom abandon me when i was 9 and started a new family so i grew up in the streets by the time i was 12 i started selling drugs this acttullay gave me hope because i thought i can be rich and move out the slums all that happend was i became a thousandnaire and started getting in trouble with the police when i was 16 i made it out from the slums and moved away but the following year i got arrested by the F.B.I . they gave me 3years in prison and when i was about to be released they re-arrestd me and i had to do an extra year and a half they had me in the hoe for 6 moths and i caught a stomch disease i almost died in jail i did an extra year and a half for something i didnt do they never even said sorry they just realesd me when they found out they had the wrong guy now im back in the slums and i cant get a job because i have an illness that limts me and they aint give me dissibilaty yet so im stuck selling drugs for a living i had girlfriend that i thought loved me but as soon as i got sick again and ended up in the hospital she started seeing another guy and broke up with me a week after i got out the hospital then 2 moths later she wanted to get back with me. she also gave me herpis and never told me now i feel like killing somebody or my self i dont want to go back to jail but the anger is building up i dont no what to do no more she says she loves me and ... |
| | Posted by .... at December 19, 2011 |
Apparently " LIFE really does suck for me ". I have been suffering since and before birth into this world. before my birth my mother tried committing suicide killing me and herself, but she was stopped. after i was born it turns out I had a very rare condition which leaves me legally blind or whatever neither seeing nor blind. At the young age of four I started noticing my mother and father fighting with knives and my father is a cruel man. He cheated on my mother and left us behind. during school constantly getting teased and rediculed. treated like I was just so helpless. it only began to get worse. I used to have people do things on purpose trying to make me fall on my face hit my head on things and making me run into doors. I have been beaten by a babysitter at a young age for no reason at all. being mollested by a cousin. at the age of 10 things only get terrible. Mother had a new boyfriend who was a drunk and I had to watch her get beat and I got beat too. She still has not gotten rid of this man. at 14 i have been emotionally,physically, and mentally abused. I resorted to hurting myself so no one would know to ease my pain but THAT DOES NOT WORK. I can not go around happily and I see the world as it is. To get into my relationships all were hurtful being used and lied to being beaten by one you love. cheated on but still there like a fool. Told I am ugly and not beautiful becomming self contious. Seeing your close friend has committed suicide and left you all alone in this world is not good either. I can not go on telling you all about it but I just need to get it out somehow so whether you beieve me or not Im doing this for my purpose |
| | Posted by Holly at December 18, 2011 |
Life Is hard for most people,
I was an unwanted child and was on a drip for the first 3 months of my life ,growing up without a father, then my mother re-married and i really liked him he was the only dad i knew i was only two at the time, for the next six years i was in-out of hospital with bone troubles in my hips and legs wich were really painful sometimes, then i almost died of scarlettina a rare disease.When i was eight my 'dad' commited suicide and i developed depersonalisation disorder so it was hard for me to be happy.Also as a child i suffered from obeasity from no fault of my own and i got the nickname the fat twin (as i am a twin and also fat.) i moved to the other side of england from the east midlands to the west midlands but i wasnt happy. my mother has PSD and was constantly screaming at me, a few times i was almost sent to live with my grandma after she had hit me so hard i threw up.But i spent years losing weight doing anything i could such as 4 mile bike rides every evening and got down to an adverage wieght.My mum was going through boyfriends like clothes and my childhood was gone and i entered teen years without many friends and i was considered a nerd.chriistmas was ruined by mum every year, family stoped inviting us round because of her.But now she has a really nice guy who knows how to handle her and he is really nice to me, who knows maybe thing will get better?
good luck with your problems x |
| | Posted by Tara at December 12, 2011 |
When I was 7 my life was fine. It had a few bumps in the road but they werent worring me at all. If I only new that that was my last year of happiness..
My name is Tara and I'm 11 years old. Wondering how I got here? Well you go and figure.
My mom has M.S. (Multiple sclerosis) and all she has done is get worse every week. The doctors say the M.S. is progressing too fast and she is 20 years older than shes suppose to be. Because of all this sickness she has been un-able to look after me and she could not live in our old house because the stairs were 'killing' her. So we moved to an appartment and next year I'm going to boarding school. Im getting an operation on my ears in 4 days because there not 'perfect' enough for my grandparents. My grandparents judge me in every way "Stop eating your getting too fat" "Pull your hair back" "Be nicer" "Get that, do that" it doesn't help with having to help my mom all the time. I mean yeah you would except to have to do it, but when your having to do it every 5 seconds, its not fun.
Heres some other things to add onto. My dad went to prison for abusing me and my mom and nearly killing us both when I was a baby. He threw me against the wall and stangled my mom. I have a restrainning order from him so I don't remember what he looks like. He killed my brother and sister who were 2 years old. |
| | Posted by anonymous at December 12, 2011 |
My mom gave birth to me piss drunk. Her stomach had to be pumped before I arrived at 10:44am. From the age 1-3 I was neglected along with my other siblings. I was starved, colicky, and around hardcore drugs. My mom and dad were busted for drug abuse when I was 3 1/2, so my brother (barely age 1) and myself were taken out of the house my cops and given to different foster homes. I was then moved to several other foster homes, and at the age 6-7 I was physically and emotionally abuse at one time. I was then moved again just to be adopted and then unadopted, sent to a military school then hospital then crisis unit then Goodwill Hinckley and then a family focus, then finally reunited with my father. That didn't turn out to well, because we began to fight and the cops were called many times. I have also tried to commit suicide multiple times. I am diagnosed with PTSD and Reactive Attachment Disorder of Infancy and Early Childhood, and I might possibly be Bipolar like my mom. I have moved in with some of my friends at some point but along the way I've been broken and humiliated. You want to know how old I am now? 15. Just turn in November 2011. I live in a foster home that's "okay" now but I fear that I will never be complete again. I have many times seen people with their real families, and wonder "I wonder what that feels like?"
But I guess I'll never know. I have been through a lot and try not to think about it. I don't look for pity parties or anyones kind words. I just wanted to tell MY story because some people need to understand that what they have isn't as bad as they could have it. Thank you for reading this. (: Keep smiling. x |
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| Posted by anonymous at December 3, 2011 |
Never been a spoiled child, no brothers or sisters, since i can remember, ive always been a puppet, told to go to school, dont go anywhere but school, weekends are for studying, what your career will be, what university you'll go, any party or something social like that was a waste of time...hell even in holidays i was with a math book in my hand , my parents separated when i was 8, father was an aggressive bipolar commie and my mother a careless pacifist party animal (father once told me i almost drown in a pool cause she was supposed to look for me and she fell asleep while a just learned to run kid was playing around the pool), you may think opposites attract... well they don't. After the divorce, there was like a competition whether who i loved more... by giving me lots and lots of gifts (remember kids, stuff=love). I ended up (ask my retard 8 year old self what i was thinking) living with my dad, since i remember, living with him was the "good studying to be a doctor way" or the "back of the belt in the face way". Since i got as much social skills as a brick, i was rapidly turned into a bullying target in school, beaten up by students much older than me and being laughed at by kids the same age, i can still remember that time when i was in fifth grade and a kid from twelfth grade and his 2 friends beat me up, then put a switchblade in my neck just to scare the hell out of me. Love life?.....pfffff what a joke, still a virgin and always ending up in the friendzone a... |
| | Posted by noonecares at November 11, 2011 |
When I was five years old my parents got a divorce, I wan't old enough to understand that my dad cheated on my mom and gave her an std. My mom got custody of me and my sister. At 7 my mom met my step dad and life just hit the fan. Shortly after they met my step brother molested me and being a 7 year old I didn't understand that that was bad it was just a game we played. So I thought that all little boys did that so I ended up (unknowingly at the time) molesting my cousin, my best friend, and a mentally disabled kid. I still hate myself to this day for it. My hole life I have been abused, picked fun at, and made to do things I didn't want to do by my two step brothers and step dad. My step dad would beat the shit out of me and I would call the cops but since "noone saw anything, and there were no marks" he got off free. My school life was shit because 1. we were always moving so I never really got to stick to one school. 2. My step brothers were the "cool kids" and well you know how much they hated me, so everyone else hated me also. I never really got to make my own impression on people at school. I never really knew my dad, I only knew the every other weekend I got to spend at his house, but really I just played videogames while he sat on the computer all weekend and got drunk while I had to listen to everything my step mom told me to do. There were even times when my mom wouldn't let me and my sister go with him because he was too drunk when he came to pick us up. At 16... |
| | Posted by IHAVENOSOUL at November 4, 2011 |
I am a 29 Year old male, Have had a rough life alcoholic father, beaten daily,
anyway by the time i was 24 Both my parents were dead. I have a brother and sister hate them both. have lived in 5 different states, have a horrible job that pays crap. never knew the rest of my family aunts, uncle, cousins, etc.
anyway Live on my own hate all people, I have no freinds no contact with my siblings life seems to be pointless. I don't watch tv i do not listen to music i get no pleasure out of things in life a normal person would. i find humor in things that would disturb others. If i see somthing happening where someone could be injured or killed i just watch i have no impulse to help or act in any way i see it as entertainment, i just don't care. I feel dead inside i have no emotion. I beleive life is about living it the way you want and to enjoy it. however i want nothing. I do not know what my problem is nor do i care, i am content with my existence. But i do know its fucked up way to live. |
| | Posted by anonymous at October 15, 2011 |
When I was younger my mom was physically and mentally abusive. My father was an alcoholic and abusive to my mother. I was malested from the age of five to ten by uncles and a girl neighbor. When I told my mom about it she sent me over there anyway. My mom cheated on my father with his brother, but he was cheating on her with anything that walked at the bar. I left home at sixteen. Moved in with my then boyfriend a year later I was pregnant. He wouldn't listen to the baby or talk with me about the pregnancy. I knew this was trouble. After she was born he wouldn't help with anything. If I had to go to the gas station a block away I had to take her with me. He quit his job and his mom payed our bills. I left him. I was unhappy. I no longer respected him. After several failed relationships due to drinking physical and mental abuse, I met a man that wanted to take care of me. I agreed to see where the road took me. It took me strait to hell. He threatens me, compulsively calls and texts me (sometimes over 100 in a day). He pays for my cell phone so he thinks he has a right. He gets mad if I have any plans with my daughter, he tries to break up any friendship that I may have, he goes through the phone bill and calls people and accuses me of doing things behind his back all the time. The truth of the matter is he is my SD. I hate it. He is ugly and fat and I can not look at him when we are together because I try and escape my reality. He promised me a mi... |
| | Posted by anonymous at October 13, 2011 |
For the past 23 years of my young life, I have tried. Tried to be normal, tried to succeed tried to... just function in a world that seemingly will not have me.
As a young child, I suffered abuses, both verbal and physical (my most vivid recollection was of my father beating my head off of a brick chimney wall at six years old for being afraid of the dark; that or the times they followed me around with video cameras screaming at me because I had wet the bed (I would have been maybe 5-6?).
Well, being resilient and a trooper to the end (and not knowing what normality was ta that point) I continued along life's road. Only at the age of nine, to be repeatedly molested by my older cousin. Such, are the evil things in life.
At the age of eleven, my family had moved out into the country, to redo a house (one of my mother's hobbies), and then, lo and behold, it burned down (theorized by investigators as to have been caused by my kid's 'non flammable' chem set). Awesome, right?
Well, the teenage years did not improve, having been home-schooled until ninth grade, I had all the social prowess of a rock. Degrading into a state of constant panic and anxiety; I became crippled in my avoidance of that which I hated, and turned to many suicidal extremes (though it wasn't the first time I had tried to kill myself, I was five the first time). My parents then decided I needed therapy; not from a therapist though, but rather, from them. Their version of therapeutic, was... |
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| Posted by anonymous at October 6, 2011 |
parents got divorced when i was 2, mom got remarried
lived in the ghetto till i was 15
moved from texas and the rest of my family so my mom could make my stepdad happy by moving to florida so he could be with his family , he cheated on her right after we moved there and they got divorced when i was 16
been cheated on in every relationship ive been in
from the age of 15 to 20 i was a druggy so i joined the military to better my life.
met the woman of my dreams. got married. we had a beautiful boy.
last year i went on deployment. while i was gone, my slut wife decided to fuck the entire world and on top of that spends every pennywe have in savings and racks up 18 grand in credit cards. she decides to leave even though i was still willing to work shit out. she takes my son with her and immediately takes me to court for custody. i pay her bills and have no money left for myself. i gave her the good car and i have three that dont work and have no money to fix. im bout to get kicked out of the military cause our president wants do down size. p.o.s.
thers a bunch of other shit im not going to bother with but....
im a good man. never cheated, im a christian, i help old people, i turn in lost items, i donate if i have it, i care about how my actions affect other people.... all of this and my whole life ive just been shit on.
not lookin for sympathy or any feedback, just needed to vent. i really really fuckin hate my life |
| | Posted by anonymous at October 1, 2011 |
Life has sucked right from he beginning. My mother is a junkie and let my grandparents take over so they were legally our (me and my sister) guardians without even putting up a fight. She chose drugs over us abandoned us and moved to another country, which to be fair was abit of a relief since i was the oe looking after me and my little sister from the age of 5. I got bullied my whole life because i had no confidence. I had glasses spots and braces all throughout school. My grandparents found my little sisters dad and she moved over there, i was glad for her but at the same time she was the person i was closest to and i felt abandoned yet again. My grandparents were very strict with me (i'm half asian, says it all). They made me change school and go to a catholic school so as you can imagine it was pretty fucking awesome being the only "coloured" person there and gave them more reason for bullying. I Literally had no friends, my gran was always working or at the bingo and my granda was not someone you sat in a room and chatted with, i had no-one. The older i got the more strict they became. When i eventually made a friend I was not allowed to go out or to theit house which cause tension in the friendship because she seen it as my fault and couldn't understand. I then had a group of friends as i got a bit older (15/16) i was still nt allowed out with them. When we all turned 18 and they were experiencing new things like drinking, going out, boyfriends, you know normal s... |
| | Posted by broken at September 30, 2011 |
I was raised in Foster homes, from 6-18 yrs of age. I was physically abused as well as mentally. And watched my sister get sexual abused by my moms boyfriend. It was 9 of us and she was never hometo take care of us. And my dad passed away in 06 in whom I haven't seen sence I was 6 yrs old. I'm 29 and have children of my own. Just got out of a abusive relationship we met at a very young age and after going through all of that it has left me with severe depression anxiety I tryed taking my own life a few months a go ended up in the icu but was not successful. I love my children. Dearly but its hard raising them on my own. I had so many set backs in my life and been delt a bad hand I look at my life sometimes and just want to roll over and die if it wasn't for my children I would not be here I feel like god hates me when I think about my life and I hate my self for all the bad decision I made. But I had no stable home. Life sucks for real... |
| | Posted by fatwire at September 29, 2011 |
I just think its really sad how some of us are born into a shitty reality without causing it or being responsible for it. call it bad luck if you may. some people just dont deserve to be parents. I know I will never be a parent, and hell, why the fuck do people give birth to more then 1 child? Im absolutely sick and tired of hearing whiney bitches complain about how they're jealous of me for having a sister when thats one of a main reasons I feel like my life sucks.
So anyway. Imagine what its like to have your life ruined before you even have a chance to refuse. I was born a normal baby in a fairly shitty eastren europian country. my parents couldnt afford to feed me so my mom bought some cheap shitty spanish food and overfed me with it till I got to the point of being morbidly obese and could barely walk. When I was 1 year old my parents desided to immigrate to a slightly less shitty country which today i deeply hate. I'd like to mention that ever since I was a little kid the only friend I was allowed to have was food. food and my sister, who hated my guts and tried to kill me when i was 4 years old(she was 8) by pushing me off the stairs. she would destroy my toys, make me throw them away and sometimes beat me. my parents always put her in charge whenever they left the house so she pretty much got away with doing whatever she wanted and I got the beating. she and my dad would often make fun of my weight, him calling me a baloon, and her telling me im a fat pig... |
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