| | Posted by anonymus at February 14, 2011 |
My life sucks. I am a 19 year old male going to college and i am so sick of the shit i've had to put up with i don't feel like getting up in the morning. It seems like it should be fine, i know there are people out there with things like medical conditions but that doesn't make my life any better does it.
I am in my second year of university(college) and really can't be fucked to study or work out or anything, all these things that i used to do for my 'future' seem worthless now because i can't enjoy my future if my past is so fucked up, it just doesn't feel normal.
I was a virgin till I was 18, which really tipped me over the edge of sanity, considering it was added to a childhood of poverty, abuse and getting fucked in the ass by life.
I feel that I can't be part of a group or relate to any friends because I know they all gort to have those expreiences growing up that EVERYONE got to have as a birthright, but i mised out on and every time my friends talk about those experiences it cuts me up inside.
I suppose I'll start from the beginning.
I was born in a shitty third-world country called russia, where i had to live with my mother because my father had been shot serving in the military. My mother didn't get paid either, so we lived there borke as fuck for a while until we moved to another country where we were still broke-as. Despite not having the money to go anywhere or by shit, my mother decided to send me to a male-only boarding schoo... |
| | Posted by suckage at February 11, 2011 |
my life sucks, about to be evicted from my apt today, about to get my car repossessed, no job, 33yrs old. no money, only place to go is on the streets. |
| | Posted by ode to solitude and change at February 3, 2011 |
hmmmmmmmmmmmm...... Stumbled upon this site randomly...Ill start with me being recently turned 27 year old male. i live in a middle/lower class neighbourhood in a province of Canada. I was born a bastard child to a father who would rather be high and in jail for growing dope then see me. That's easy to get over i suppose... my mother was ALWAYS working either at 7-11 or waiting tables. i had one sister who ran away when i was eight ( she was sixteen ) because she didn't want to stay home and babysit me ( my moms mess ). she left, she ended up pregnant and then violently murdered by a crack head who wanted to rob her and her Bf, that left my nephew alone in a blood soaked apartment until he wandered down the hooker filled street to a store at which point the police were called and brought to the murder scene.... my father came into my life at this point just to die of liver cancer... i never got to know him.... i tried getting to know his family, they can't be bothered to talk to me, or invite me to dinners... I guess im just suppose to know my place in life and suck the fat out of the steel and deal with it! i got into drugs for a few years, my only friends at the time only did E and drank.... people didn't know how to talk to me....no one tried.... so i lived on a shit street filled with crack and hookers and olde english bottles with my starving mom and motherless nephew who we adopted... i did try hard to get my life going, i finished high school and got my diploma and went to culinary school. too bad the school i picked had a shitty reputation and anyone near my city doesnt want graduates from that school.! so now i have student debt, no job, an angry mother who is bitter with the world and depressed nephew with no family, i even added family to my facebook that they accepted then rejected almost instantly.... oh lord how i tried.... |
| | Posted by Mizar at January 30, 2011 |
I don't know where to begin. It seems like life is nothing but a series of painful situations and I have had my share. My story reads like a movie sometimes. It started when I was a kid. My step father hated me. He beat me at times for no reason, but it worsened after I fell from the cliff. I didn't break anything but I did rupture my spleen. Didn't know it at the time but as the months went by I felt an ever growing pain in my left side. I would complain about it but I would be beaten and/or put to work to get me to shut up about it. Even breathing became difficult. After a year of pain I finally reached the point where I didn't care anymore what my step father did to me and I refused to do any more physical work. I even told him that I didn't care if he beat me because I already hurt too much and nothing he did would make it worse. My mother finally took me to a doctor and I was immediately hospitalized. They thought I had cancer, that it was a massive tumor, but it was an 18 pound blood clot in my abdomen that had pushed my organs to the right and up into my chest. That is why I had trouble breathing.
I married young. I wanted to get away from home but I also wanted to just have someone to love and be loved by. Never did I think that the beautiful woman I married could be such a monster. I was in the Navy then and every time I went to sea and came back I had to get my wife back from the arms of another. I also had to get her sober again. S... |
| | Posted by anonymous at January 30, 2011 |
Well to start today is the one year anniversary of my sisters death from an overdose. I hadent talked to her for maybe 2 years because she was so bad on drugs that i didnt want to deal with it. I feel like i just want to kill myself so i can go be with her. The only person in the world i can trust is a teacher in my school who was there with me when i got the call about my sister. And even me and her are not as good as we used to be. i feel like im just getting on her nerves. I have about the laziest, meaniest, most irresponsible parents. My mom who i live with, spends all of the money she gets for me from child support on cigs, booze and going to the casino and gambling for her and my step dad who hates me. I have to save money from my grandparents and aunts and unlces that havent diowned me because of my mother so that i can but my own cloths and shoes. I did have a phone on my mothers plan but she lost soo much money at the casino last month she couldnt pay that bill or the cable bill or anything else for that matter, but thats all that got shut off so far. Basically my mother does not care what i do as long as i still live there so she can get money for me. I have not seen my dad in over a month because he is nothing but a drunk who does not care at all about me as long as he has money for booze. Im really depressed and i cant snap out of it, for over a year i have wanted to just kill myself but i do not want to spend eternity in hell. I dont know if i belive in god ... |
| | Posted by nerd at January 23, 2011 |
I have been ignored by the last 5 girls i showed interest, my family hates me i have a underpaid job living with my uncle's house. I am 24 years old and haven't achieved anything in my fucking life. Im fucking ugly |
| | Posted by useless at January 23, 2011 |
Life sucks.
Shipped off to boarding schools and summer camps so the elite little jerks could use me as a patsy for all the meanest pranks ever.
Grade school had 2 teachers FIRED for being abusive to boys in class.
High school, failed, sent to high end prep school on a dish-washing scholorship. Love the abuse thrown at me by the little turds. The dean would send me to detention for walking on the grass.
Barely passed high school, had to earn last english credit the summer after I graduated. I was handed a blank diploma and not allowed to stand with my class.
Married right out of high school to a cheating bitch. 13 months of marriage and 22 months of divorce. Lost everything. Literally walked out of laywer's office because car was reposessed.
Worked a long string of dead end jobs for crappy pay for empty headed morons who would boast how much salary they made. Then send me to go clean the dumpster. I kid you not.
2nd wife, even worst than the 1st. I made the mistake of having children with this demon-bitch-cast-out-of-hell. 2 beutifull babies turned against me by that thundercunt. Divorce lasted 3 3/4 years. Lost everything again. Lived in a box made of pallets under a shipping dock (in secret) where I worked for a year. Fired by a surfer-boy idiot who makes over 100k annually because I wasn't dressed they way he thought I should be.
Demon-bitch worked for department of human services and spent the rema... |
| | Posted by eric at January 23, 2011 |
I've been divorced twice;
I am bankrupt;
I suspect I will be losing my job in the future because of the bankruptcy;
I have no brothers or sisters, parents are dead;
I have no faith, thoughts of church or handing my life over to religion gives me the creeps;
I have been through the counseling, anti-depressive drug routine which hasn't worked (therapy of course, costs money);
I have no hobbies because hobbies cost money (everything costs);
I have no friends because of my social anxiety (from a dysfunctional childhood);
My father was an alcoholic to which I am susceptible, the only reason I believe I'm not is that I can't afford to buy it;
I have no retirement fund any more as I used it to pay off the mortgage on my previous house where the children live with the ex;
Every week I worry that I will have enough money to buy enough gas to get to work;
The apartment hasn't seen more than 60 degrees in the winter because I can't afford the heating bill;
I can't provide my children (2) with a secure future, the only hope there is that I die while still employed so that they will get the insurance;
The ex has a low paying job and the phone has been disconnected once already due to no payment and the heating oil company has stopped service pending more payments;
Every night I hope I will just not wake up
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| | Posted by anonymous at January 23, 2011 |
Grew up with abusive drug induced parents, who often took it out on me as well as each other.
Due to circumstance, I recall moving around 30 times from age 5 to 12, which left very little room for friends or school. I can barely remember those parts of life.
I finally settled down for High School and told myself I would make something of myself. Though an outcast because I was poor, and wasn't popular, I still took the classes to prepare for college, went to church, and kept my head up.
When I applied for college, I wasn't eligible for most assistance, and I couldn't get loans because my parents (now gone) used my ssn for loans and such. I soon dropped out due to overwhelming credit hour requirements to fulfill loan qualifications and working 60+ hours a week.
I met a girl once, a serious girl, who I was with, traveling for 4 yrs. She finally found someone new one day and for whatever reason, had me put away in a psych ward for being "depressed and suicidal" which if were true, I wouldn't have been here today to write this.
I roamed around from place to place trying to get by, odd jobs, trains to new towns and looking to fit in. I'm 30 years old now and nothing much has changed, I haven't stayed in one place more than a couple years, I never seem to attract people, I'm unsure how to be social. I never really feel like I fit in. I'm keen at observing people around me, like happy little birds in a puddle, but I've never really felt happy. When I thought I was, I still had doubt, so I know I wasn't.
Some people have it worse - I just feel like maybe someone else struggles to see sunshine like me. Antidepressants are a joke too. SSRI's and the lot of them. Nothing works. Therapy seemed like they tried to Force happiness into me like shoving a pie in my face.
I wish I could be someone else for a change. |
| | Posted by Ironman at January 6, 2011 |
I'll skip my childhood. At 16 my abusive pot-smoking mother spit in my face and kicked me out, i spent the first night trying to dry my socks with a candle in negative temperatures. Unable to sleep because of the cold and coyotes i walked until i found reasonable cover on a bench behind a bowling alley.
I lived in a group home and various places until i finished high school. For a few months i would get up to bike an hour to school, then bike and hour and half to work at time hortons for 8 hours, and bike for two hours home to get to sleep at close to 1am. My landlord ran an insurance scam and accused me of stealing $10,000 from his home. I subsequently spent 2 months sleeping on an exercise mat in a garage, again in winter.
On my 21st birthday my father overdosed on heroin, when i learned of this i smoked a bowl of green and went to bed, i had work in the morning. I was soon fired for acting up at work. However, my father had some kind of insurance and i got around $17k, i spent the money on an electrical pre-apprenticeship course and living cost for the time. I got an apprenticeship, then my boss died. I got another apprenticeship, was laid off at christmas.
I spent 3 months hand-balming 70 pound bundles of shingles for 12 hour days, i didnt realize the dangers. I now have completely fucked hips. The stress over the years has caused me to have severe acid reflux. My stomach and hips prevent me from doing martial arts, the only thing i love.<... |
| | Posted by janie at January 5, 2011 |
well the bank/creditor took all of what money I have. not sure what to do next got kids to feed and bills to pay...no family to ask for help. selling what i can to get by...nothing is free in this world and noone cares about you thats for sure. |
| | Posted by Mr. enthusiamic at December 27, 2010 |
I am a sophmore in college and I may have just failed out of Umich. It sucks because this is a really good ass school and my parents will be greatly dissapointed. In school the only friends I made were asian even though I am a black guy. I even ended up joining an asian frat.... I told everyone I was gonna become an aerospace engineer but I have just been teh suck at the physics and calc classes. Its not even like I cant do the work, its just I have no motivation to do it. My family is poor and i live in Detroit. Some times I even starve at home, and my dad is taking out loans just for me to go to school. How am I going to explain this to my family and friends. Without college I am nothing but another black guy in Detroit. I dont feel anything but disappointment; I try to drown it out but it only works so long. I probably lost the best girl that has ever happend to me and I have to live in the shitty house that is falling apart. for another year before I can come back to university. I'm so FUCKED. I'm just waiting for the mail to come saying i failed.....shit. seppuku
My parents dont love each other anymore, my dad almost died of a heart attack recently, I never have any feelings, and when I do it is short lived, I suck at school.... GAHHH I cant end up like other worse stories on this site. |
| | Posted by anonymous at December 24, 2010 |
Let me tell you how my life sucks.
I am 56 years old (God only knows how I made it this far).
All my life I've been told that I am ugly. In school I was picked on, teased, and even physically abused. I have been approached by total strangers who have told me how ugly I am. (the memories never go away, for instance once when I was in my early 20's I was at a neighborhood baseball game and a girl came up to me and said "I've seen ugly bastards before but you take the cake." another time while visited Nashville, Tn: I walked into a bar wearing a cowboy hat and the whole place laughed at me and said jeering remarks.. exp "where did I park my horse?"
Even as a man, things have not gotten better. I finally got married (at 47) and my wife has an 18 year old son who is a total nightmare. The only thing I like about my marriage is my dog (but even she doesn't care for me. when ever anyone comes into our house, she wags her tail, barks with glee, and is happier than a pig in shit to see them but when I come home nothing.)
My job sucks the most I have been working at the same job for 25 year (school custodian big deal right!)
I break my ass and get no respect. Let me paint a picture of my job for you. We have 3 lunch periods my boss makes me do them all alone. (clean tables, sweep, throw out garbage, ect) another guy named Louie that I work with doesn't even have to help me. He comes into the lunchroom and stands there eating, W... |
| | Posted by Your mother at December 16, 2010 |
I fucking hate being alive. Everything keeps going to shit, I'm homeless, I have no job, no family, gf wont give me another chance because she's a stubborn bitch and is gonna regret it anyway, no money, no reallll friends, no nothing. Why the fuck am I supposed to stay alive, because other people will be hurt from that? Who gives a fuck about other people when they clearly don't give a damn back? I fucking hate my life. I fucking hate everybody. Nobody gives a shit and I'm gonna be a fucking loser anyway so might as well die. Fuck life |
| | Posted by suzicide at December 14, 2010 |
My life suuuuuuucks. I mean jesus tap dancing christ. 7 months ago my husband became addicted to meth. 2 months ago I was layed off from my job. My husband was arrested 1 month ago on our sons birthday, mind you this is a few days after I had my kid look me in the face and asked does my daddy still love. I found a used needle in my sons bed, a used condom in our bedroom and bills hidden in the closet that were 2 months past due and no job to pay them. Now I have my husbands tweaker friends stopping by my house wanting sex since my husband is in jail. I have no money for rent since my unemployment is phucked up, I'm rationing my food. I know I'm not going to be able even buy my son a christmas present this year. So yeah my life phucking blows. |
| | Posted by kamran at December 13, 2010 |
My life is sucks
When I was ten I feel love, but I never say to my love because every time peoples hated me
Now I’m 25 years old I had saw my favorite girl again and i cant say to her I love you
Because I’m ugly and poor, last time I’m going for relationship with some girl, he call me monster and she say to me go away
My father is really jackass and he is 60 years old and he work only 5 years and we live with 300$ per month , I saw in my dreams SUV cars and my childhood love ,
I’m a really loser…
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| Posted by anonymous at December 9, 2010 |
mY HUSBAND AND I ARE IN FORCLOSERE LOST OUR JOB AT THE TUNE OF 15000.00 A MONTH ND HAVE NO REAL INCOME TO MAKE OUR DAILY NEEDS. PLUS I AM A FOSTER MOM WITH A CHILD THAT TELLS LIES ON US AND HAVE CPS CALLS ALMOST WEEKLY AND ALL ARE UNFOUNDED. NO MONEY REALLY COMMING IN AND DONT KNOW WHAT THE HECK WE ARE SUPPOSED TO DO. MEANWHILE THE REAL FAMILY LIVESLIFE ON THE HOG AND OWES ME 5000.00 DOLLARS THAT WOULD REALLY HEL[P RIGHT NOW BUT DENIES IT WASD EVER GIVEN TO THEM OR SHOULD I SAY LENT TO THEM . MY BROTHETR BEFORE HE PASSED SAID TO GET IN IN WRITING AND I DID NOT BECAUSE I TRUSTED THEM. WELL LESSON LEARNED DONT EVER DO THAT. I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A GIVING PERSON BUT THAT CHANGED ME, NOW IAM LOSING MY HOME AND MY BUSINESS IS ON THE BRINK OF NOTHING EVERYDAT I GET MORE AND MORE FRUSTRATED AND I DO BELIEVE IN GOD BUT WHY IS HE NOT LISTENIG TO ME OR DOES HE EVEN CARE I WONDER. WE ARE ON THE POOR PEOPLE LIST AT OUR CHURCH AND I AM EMBARRERASED . I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A GIVER NOT A TREIEVER WHAT THE HECK DO I DO NOT TO JUST END IT . IT TAKES EVERYTHING IN ME JUST TO WANT TO LIVE THANK GOD FOR MY KIDS CAUSE THEY ARE WHAR I LIVE FOR EVEN THOUGH I CANT GIVE THEM WHAT THEY WANT . |
| | Posted by louanne at December 4, 2010 |
How the hell did I get here? I have 1 thing keeping me alive and that is my 2 boys the only good thing to come out of my awful marriage. I am 35 living in a council house, have no job, no money and no friends. I have psoriasis, fibromyalgia and epilepsy. Drs don't even want to know anymore either as nothing they can do except pop me more pills. My husband left me cas I can't have sex due to excuisaiting pain. I am very overweight, ugly and have come to the conclusion men only want sex so Am faced with a lonely future. I find it hard to go out as I'm either in pain or skint. I have had 4 years of my ex dragging me thru court and feel like I'm hanging on by fingertips. All counselling hasn't helped and I feel like I'm going mental. If I lose my kids I don't see any point. I used to be thin happy pain free working and loving life. Stuck back in the crap village I couldn't wait to leave and want to cry til I feel no more. Just want to disappear. Don't want an afterlife. Just to feel and be nothing. |
| | Posted by Burned at December 2, 2010 |
i sleep and live in a basement cellar. unfinished cement floor, no heat, make shift bathroom no windows,
and sleep on a table top. literally with a towel covering me and a space heater. which i call "friend" cuz i can trust it to give me comfort. i just envy that people just have a bed to sleep on. i fantasies that one day i will have my on bed and a soft couch. and most of all i just wish i had someone to come home to. someone that wants me to be there . thats all... thats all. even if the world was fallen apart around me just to know im holding her hand i coudnt care less about anything else. peace. |
| | Posted by sammi at December 1, 2010 |
wow how screwd up is life really? So lets begin when I was young, my mother and I were homeless for a majority of my childhood, she finally got married to a woman/child abusier after being hit kicked trethened with a gun and had my room set on fire by this man my mom devoriced him. Homeless again, no one would take me in not even my father, I got picked on in school because i did not have nice clothes, my mom became a whore and screwed every man that came along, I was hungary most the time and then we moved to Michigan and lived in a trailor park sounds ok at least I had a home not right? Wrong we may have had a home but we had no electrisity so now not only did I have bad clothes but I stunk, I finally made a friend named Daniel and one day during school I got to watch out my classroom window as he got hit by a car walking to school late and yes he died, so here i am with no friends again. now lets fast-forward a bit, I finally have a trailor with my mom and it has heat.. yah. I am 14 long blonde hair blue eyes and about 110 lbs with the body of a model, I meet a guy older than me, he has a good job bought a home for me a real home with a pool and all, we get married and I have a baby boy, loose my model figure and find out the whole time my husband has been screwing my sister, I devorice him get my model figure back and get remarried I now have two beautiful children along with 3 step children I am 28, I am trying to get a degree in psychology, it is expensive, so now the only home I have truely loved is going to be forclosed on, I work like a dog and go to school full time seems like I could afford to keep a roof over my childrens head but no, I guess the cycle continues... but the good news.. I will not FAIL at college I will continue to do good in school and in 6 years I WILL have a PHd in psychology and have that home I want with those nice clothes for my children, that they have never had... but for now "this shit sucks" |
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