LIFE SUCKS : Independent circumstances

Bad Luck

I have been jobless for 6 months. My dad broke his leg due to a car accident, while my mum is also in the hospital because of a tumor in her brain. My girlfriend borrowed ten thousand dollars from me and then disappeared without a trace. Later I found that there was another man, also dating with her, also lent her some money! I called the police but nothing happened so far. Just this morning when I walked out from supermarket some naughty kids threw milkshakes to my shoes. I typed "life sucks" in Google and found this website. Life really sucks !!!

hopes and dreams, gone

I was born in China, where the people might be poor in Western perceptions, but certainly not poor in happiness terms. I was loved, cared, looked after and had great spirituality in my life, until China begin opening up.

My official happiness life ended in 1998 when the business life forced my parents to send me to an English learning boarding school, where the Chinese spirituality was minimized. During my time I had unpleasant memories lasting until today dealing with people not from China. I did not understand them and had constant conflicts.

Then comes Australia, another 8 years of life changing pain. My family suffered greatly after coming both financially and mentally. I do not fully understand why they came to Australia, but at least I know pollution in China has gone out of control. We are not talking about air particles, we are talking about toxic materials leaking to underground water and no longer buying food you are sure of.

Australia has little to no spirituality, which my life depends. The people are soulless here, and not caring for others. Being in Australia I tried to integrate to the Australian way of life, but failed miserably. Now I isolate myself completely from Australians, and every time I talk to them I get so upset.

I am doing everything to get out of this country, and have my pre-1998 life again. My parents are suffering greatly and has deteriorated to my sadness. Its permanently hurting when you are forced out...

I am a immigrant. i have delusion and hallucination. People are being rude and disrepectful to me because my English isnt perfect. Life isnt too good.

yeah...

Not really sure why I'm writing this, or why I even looked up "life sucks", but wow, life really does suck. I was a hard core drug addict from 14-19, been homesless before, and loss all of my friends because I stole all their shit, anyways... When I turned 20, I got in contact with my parents and told them I wanted to change, so they let me back in the house. 3 months after that, I met a woman online, who lived 800 miles away, I thought, perfect! It was either that or the military I suppose. So here I am 4 years later, with a 11 month old son, and a woman who is 13 years older then me. Wow, right? So we make decent money working from home, about 75k/yr, sounds good, right? But it's not... We are both unhappy, and don't like what we do, unfortunately our bills our so through the roof, comming out to 3500/mo we are stuck. She's 200 lbs and 5'2", so lets say shes gained some weight, I'm 5'11" and in the best shape of my life at 170 lbs. I feel so stuck, I have a kid, and no where to go, and the business I'm in, I can't take with me. So here I am, 24 with no experience, other then what I've done, I have no assets, but a ton of ideas. I don't know what I'm saying, I'm depressed and I cannot explain. I know, its not that bad, I have everything I have ever wanted... BUT IM SO FUCKING DEPRESSED. Fuck the world, I don't know why I'm posting this.

Anguish

I am living at the edge of Hell. The bare brink of insanity but yet enough to keep my sane. The bare minimum of torturing until my mind shatters from agony. My brother and sister died before I was 7. My drunken failure of a stepdad use to rape and abuse my mom. I didn't get it as bad as my mother because she always stepped in eventually we dropped everything and ran away. I didn't learn english or come to america til I was already in 3rd grade. I've been to 6 highschools throughout my life and it ended with me dropping out. I was abandoned by my mother once and sent to a relatives house to live for 15 months. It felt like nobody believed in me and my relatives all treated me like I was a burden. It was hard making friends when you are constantly moving. I was expelled in middleschool for 'selling weed' even though I was holding it for a friend which is my fault I suppose. Girls approach me with half hearted offers of love only to find new boyfriends and further show me how alone I am. I see people everywhere living normal and happy lives. Its hurts so much. I curl up in a ball and cry until I fall asleep clinging and praying to god for help. There is no God. I've already tried to kill myself but couldnt go through with it. I am always being compared to my older brother. He gets good grades, he works a decent job. I DONT GIVE A FUCK. Im not him. I never knew my real father and I dont really care, just add it to the list of crap. I wish I could disapear. I only see all the negative things now, where did things go wrong, Why me? I am 20 years old now, a dropout, a virgin, jobless, living at a friends house, addicted to cigarettes and living at the edge of hell.

Living with hubsband's parents in their mobile home

When you are 30 years old, you are not supposed to live in your husband's parents' house. My husband and I had been on our own for 6 years, but since my husband had been out of job for 9 months, we have decided to live with his parents so he can go back to school. I thought I could endure and somehow would get to know them better. But the reality is the more I get to know them the less I like them. Their house is so nasty and even though I am constantly cleaning aroud it; they just don't keep it clean. I just get mad at myself to let this happen. I was so stupid to foresee this. I hate the weather, inconvenience of the country and inconsideration of my inlaws. Life sucks

shit happens

well. always a lot of shit goin on. my girlfriend is 15 and she has to be in placement(rehab) for 6 to 9 months starting the 7th of April. My dad had 5 tumors in his liver and got a new liver 2 months before he wuld've been dead..still he isnt doing so well. my mom is a crackhead. shell never stop. shes been to rehab like 12 times.. i completely lost hope. shes also been cheating on my dad for the past 2 months.. i smoke pot and take pills to silence the pain and everything. it helps kinda.. i just wish i had someone who wuld just b here for me. im only 15 and i think im completely insane... :(

Why do people die?

My four year old brother was attacked and killed by sled dogs. I'm adopted so I could not go to the funeral. My biological dad called, and he was crying saying "I lost my boy" I don't know how to get throgh this, considering this happened right after my Granma died. Why does life have to suck?

Life truly sucks

I moved too a whole new city
which is like deserted ....
its full of snobby rich ppl
and weell im not rich .. my dad lost his job and my mom is working extra now
anywaaays i hate everyone at me schoool.. and i really dont have anyfriends
and my old friends sort of forgot about me ..not that i had any anways..
well ppl here only care about what other ppl think
and well i dont
and there cowards .. some girl wouldnt even hole the fire extinguisher cuz she might get in trouble..
alsoo since my dad has no job hes at home all day
he yells at me everydayy
i have to clean every thing and yet he still finds stuff to yell at me about
i dont fit in with anyone in my family
i spent march break at home
I DID NOTHING exept watching movies
nothing is right
never has been and never will i guesss..
and no one knows i feel this way cuz i sort of act happy all the time
im a little burst of sunshine
Oh and i gained weight lately
my mom says im fat ..
so does my sis who is overly obsessed with her bf


all i can do is just move along

here it is..
my life sucks. i live oceans away from my family. i can't go back 'cause there are no jobs. i'm married. i have endometriosis, can't have sex for the last 3 years, can't have kids-trying for years. all my friends are getting pregnant one by one. i hate the only job i was able to find here. i don't have close friends. english is not my first language- causes anxiety trying to understand others talk. i am anxious all the time- will lose sleep over many things. i have a sweating problem- can't socialize with people, can't do much with my hands. my mom thinks i could have done better in life- should have married a rich man and lived in a nice house close to her. constantly trying to please my family. my dad spent thousand and thousand dollars on my education. i havent become much in life, and not making enough money. started smoking again after several months of quitting. there is no one i can talk to about my issues, except my hubby who is also overwhelmed with my problems. i hate my job, i hate my life sometimes. i don't like the way i look. my friends back home brag about their jobs, husbands, etc. i try to keep up, but it is a lie. i don't even know what i want in life. i'm so lost. i try to meet other people's expectations all the time. can't stand up for myself. i want to disappear sometimes. before, i was partlydetached- now i feel like i'm totally gone- detached.

Too much drama!

I was always told that God will give you no more than your shoulders can bear. I am about to disagree. I In the last year and a half, both of my parents have passed away, my son has been moved to an alternative school placement setting, my son hates his step-father and my husband hates my son, and last but not least...my husband wanted to commit suicide and has checked himself into a mental ward.

On top of that my husband has depression and is an alcoholic, my son has ADHD, my brother/best friend is bi-polar, I work wtih autistic kids all day and I am a foster parent for two kids with their own issues. I am also a church council member, youth group advisor and high school drama coach.

My husband complains about his "shitty" life...he went from living in a holler in the Appalachian mountains with no running water, no indoor plumbing surrounded by deadbeats and alcoholics...to living in a nice 4 bedroom home that we both can afford, working at a job that he enjoys, living with a loving and understanding wife. His biggest complaint is helping raise my two teenage children. Yes, they are pains in the butts, but I challenge anyone to find two teenage siblings, 2 years apart who can't push buttons. He is an officer on our local fire department.

I have been supportive and strong and understanding. I continually try to help my husband and son learn how to like each other. They love each other, they just don't get along most of the time. I just pray for one day of "normalcy" in my life. No one fighting, no one dying, everyone getting along. I know I brought most of this onto myself, but why can't they see how hard I work for them and give a little back?

Every which way I turn...it is nothing but drama, I am SICK OF IT! How's that for drama?

What's life all about?

im 17 years old... and I live in Brazil... a shitty place 2 live
my dad died when I was 11... since then we(my mom, sister and me) are drowning in bills, debts of all types.
There are months we don't even have food... so I had to sell all my cds, my vcr, my dvd player, my ps2(that was a gift) just 2 eat something.
I finished highschool last year but I fucked up on the exam to enter public college(I don't have money to pay 4 a private college)
I want 2 major in in engineering or physics but I don't have the money 2 pay for school this year... I wanna study hard to leave this hole someday
but nobody seems to understand that...
Brazil's a dangerous place... A stray bullet could hit u every day...
it's a really violent country.
I'm just tired of this life... it's so fucked up
What's life all about? Tell me... please

im 18 and i live in this shitty country sri lanka and to hell who says it's been rated that sri lanka is one of the happiest countries around. im not from this country but live here because of my dad's job. basically, i've grown to hate this country's people. they gave me da opinion that they're suckers who don't know the meaning of friedship, being loyal, not faking every damn thing, and who lie through their teeth. i had a very close best friend, and we used to share everything together. i went for a vacation for one month to my own country, came back and she is no longer my friend at all, god knows why, n i wish her to hell now. other fiends, i have, but not single of them ready to listen to each other's friend. it's lyk nobody around here knows how to be honest with each other and it's making me feel sick and tired of everyone around me. my parents are not with me now and i have nobody to talk to. how much can life look blacker 2 u than not having a person u like around u?? sucks.

nothing left

what do you have to lose when you have nothing left? thats what i need to know. i hate life, it hates me. my dads in prison, mom hates Me have 2 loves and both of them i cant have. 1 belongs to my bestfriend, and the other doesnt want to "be involved with 7th graders" yeah im in 7th grade, 13 and already been through more crap than most of you adults. i have nothing sure i have a few friends, but they can get new ones, and most of my family hates me so what do i have to live for? all of you kids talk about how it is with your parents, try living with me i live with my grandma, aunt, uncle,2 littles cousins, my aunts husband, and my uncles aunt, and not all of them like me. you say that your parents are rough, ok, but try mine. you say your life sucks,ok i believe you, but try mine then tell me about it i cut to get rid of the pain, but it doesnt help anymore, so i stop. its this simple
LIFE HATES ME JUST AS MUCH AS I HATE IT!!!!!!!

my hopeless life...

im a 14 year old girl...
im always depressed , even though there are so many reasons that could be root of my so called depression , i feel like im depressed without a reason...
when i was 7,8 years old my parents decided to move , so we moved from denamrk to iran , and as a child it was hard for me to leave my friends and school behind and start over... the first 5 years in denmark i couldnt stop begging my parents to move back to denmark but my words didnt mean anything to them... the last year in denmark i finally found the way to get friends and have fun in a country like iran... so my parents didnt hear me say anything about denmark the last year in iran... the year before my sister sended an application to denmarks university to study dentistry ,so she got it, and just like always she was in the spot light of the whole family... but me eventhough i was the third best student in school i was never in the spotlight becouse my sister always succeded in something waaaaaay better... but whatever i have to admit she is better than me (in everything) and i love her no matter what... so my parents didnt want her to be alone in denmark, so me and my brother and parents had to move too... eventhough i begged 5 years but i really didnt want to move becouse i found friends and happiness after 5 years... i tryed to stop them but i think they didnt count me as a person in the family. so now im sitting here its december 25th and its day 96... i left my friends my school m...

My life sucks

In highschool I really had no life because my grandmother had me working. After highschool, I tried to find myself by trying other things like music. People talked me out of that, so I joined the Army thinking I can have a nice career. But after 14 years in the Army I just realized that I still have no life at all. I deploy every other year. Even when i'm home I were always training and I work long hours. The weekends i'm so tired I don't feel like doing anything else. Yea, I have a nice truck, motorcycle, nice house. But since I deploy a lot I can't drive my truck, motorcycle. And when I bought my house the Army moved me to another state. So there is someone else living in my house. What sucks is I can't get out of the Army because I am on Indef status. That means I have 8 years before I retire. And when I retire I will be too old to enjoy anything. I should just end it all and save myself the damn stress and heartache that keeps comming my way. My life is basically over anyway.

POOR AND ALONE WITH NO HOPE IN SIGHT

Hi, my name is Nashon and my life sucks. Let's start from the beginning. I live in corrupt third world country in east Africa called Kenya. It's the only home I know. I'm the second child in a family of 5 children and the only son. My father died from respiratory failure when I was 11 or 12yrs old. He was an alcoholic and a chain smoker. I remember he once stole money from my mom's purse just to go drinking. My youngest sister was only 2yrs old when he died. My mom raised us pretty much on her own. She tried her best but when I was 16yrs old, she lost her job. We don't have unemployment benefits or food stamps in Kenya. We almost starved to death with no income. High school education isn't free either so my mom had to struggle really hard to put me and my sisters through high school with no help from our relatives. Right after I finished high school my mom had to sell the 3 bedroomed house we lived in just to keep us fed. We all moved into a little 2 bedroomed unfinished house with no plaster on the walls, no floor, no electricity and no windows. It was ever cold, dark and the wind blew right through. At least we had running water which we had to connect illegally although that mean't we had to watch out everyday for the council water guys. I think I did good in school. I was a B- student but it wasn't good enough for me to earn a scholarship and my mom couldn't afford to put me through college. My elder sister got lucky and got a job at a printing factory and at that poi...

just wish life would end

ok..... so things started turning bad for me like 6 months ago. thought it'd just be a passing phase and that it's end, but it just keeps on gettin worse. i lost my job 6 months ago, didn't mind it that much as i was planning to go to germany for my further studies. at around that time my girlfriend too moved to germany, so it was added motivation for me. anyways, had to learn german to a really high level to get the admission. worked my ass off, didn't sleep at nights and finally managed to clear the exam, got admitted to one of the best engineering universities in germany. applied for visa, but no sign of it.... people who applied much after me are ready to leave while i don't even know what's happening with my application. for all i know it's been flung away in some corner where probably termites are eating it away. perhaps being brown and from a developing country meant that i had the word "refugee" stamped on my forehead for no fault of my own.
so as things stand now:
no job despite graduating from one of my country's best universities. n it doesn't look like i'm gonna get one anytime soon.
no studies, somethin i worked my ass off for
will probably lose my girlfriend
n i'm pretty sure that soon enough, even my parents will start detesting my very presence at home

n yes, i do here lectures of how i should keep workin hard and how GOD takes care of each one of us. i've worked my ass off, sometimes more than 20 hours a day, i don't need a lecture on workin hard. and even if there is a GOD, i guess he happily chooses to ignore my existence.

right now i'd b much happier if i was diagnosed with some terminal disease like cancer or huntingtons. but then i guess some of us are just meant to be miserable, we're not even lucky enough to be given an earlier death.

This place has broken me.

I am living and working in a foreign country. Coming from a culture that was very open and laidback to a country ruled by stupid pieces of paper and needing 'permission' to do any fucking thing was a major shock. Who needs permission to make phone calls? FUCK!

Last night I got a call form the Post Office the just made me feel as shit as I did when my 6-year relationship broke up. I am broken by this fucking place.

I am trying to send things home, back to my home country. I have paid over $800 (twice what I would have paid at home to mail stuff here) and have now phoned the Post Ofice on 6 seperate occasions (every call costing 20 cents per 20 seconds) and visited there for over a hour. They STILL cant get it through their fucking thick heads that I WANT TO SEND SOME PARCELS HOME. How hard is that? They are a fucking POST OFFICE.

I know it sounds like fuck-all to 99% of people but I have spent the last 2 years struggling against shit like this and it just drives you mental and makes you want to cry. I am typing this at work with bruises all over my hand from where I have been pinching myself all morning to make myself not cry.

As far as I am concerned I hope this whole country burns, with or without me in it. I honestly don't care anymore.