|Posted by anonymous at January 1, 2011
All alone 24 at least im drunk have never had a meaningful relationship so tired of being alone and unable to relate to someone. i feel as though theres something wrong with me...im healthy in shape clean and independent...i just cant seem to find what im looking for..idk what im looking for but it feels good to at least share this with something other than myself,,,,,
|Posted by BOA at January 1, 2011
When I was 14 I was raped, by three boys, first orally then anally. I am male. I had no friends, and it seemed like while I was having sex with boys the boys liked me, so I continued. My parents divorced, in part because my dad found out I was having gay sex, and mom said it was okay, dad didn't want a queer son. All my life since, even though I had girl friends and sex with girls after I turned 18 .... when life was at the lowest, I turned to sex with males.
When I was 24 my younger brother age 22 died .... and it is possible that I helped cause his death ... not a criminal act, but it may have been caused in part by my actions.
More dating girls, and various roommates, and during lonely periods of my life, more sex with males.
I got married, fathered a son, and when she cut me off sexually, I began searching for a male lover, but before that happened she divorced me, and took my son away from me, (as well as her kids, who I was very fond of).
I gave up on women, having sex, with men, a relationship with a man, but I love women, so I met a girl who was open to sharing my bed with another guy. They ended up running off together. My dad died one year, then my step father died the next, then my mother died the following year, leaving me with only my son, who was 14 and visited on weekends.
I bought my ex out of our house, when we got divorced, having to refinance. Then after 19 years with a company, I got laid off, tried to start a business, failed, and had to refinance, then got fired from a company (truly was not my fault ) and had to refinance again. I owe 110k on my house, then assessed at over 260k.
The economy tanked, my house is now worth about 65k, my son got stupid and just got sentenced to four years in prison. I am 60 years old .... and the only thing I have going for me is a steady job, no lover, male or female, no prospect.
|Posted by anonymous at December 31, 2010
I'm a male age 13 i hate my life beacause of my cheapskate father who won't buy anything my mum just keeps leaving and coming back and my sisters tease mean like hell one day my mum left and said there was nothing to cook and asked my dad if he would buy somthing for us and he didnt and we didnt have lunch the next day either im ugly with lots of spots and i have nothing keeping me going just my 8 friends who hardley talk to me and somtimes ditches me nobody has faith in me and i do nothing all day i feel isocalted and alone please someone help me.
|Posted by anonymous at December 31, 2010
im a trerable person i am ugly i dont have a life and im fat beause of my father and i have to move and be the new girl once again im tyred of my life and theres nothing anyone can do about it im not going on meds i am going to beome sick and die and then i will finaly be happy.I have nothing,and i never will have anything.School is a worthless death trap,i hate all the people who pretend to care and they just look you starait in the leye and lie to you.Im being eaten away im fading away into nothing i am dieing and i dont care at all. I am worthless i dont know how to do anthing right.My life had just started and its already over.I cant take life anymoor I am not made to live .I have no reason to....and just so you know im 12.
|Posted by anonymous at December 31, 2010
im sick of hearing that life is going to get better.
"youll be okay"
"everything will change, its gonna be okay."
Im so fucking sick of it.
We can all sit & dream about what the future may hold, but today is today. and it sucks.
Im bulimic and i cant stop bingeing and purging. I cant stop and noone can help me. Noone knows what to say or do. and neither do i.
I have a disease. And theres no saying if i will grow out of it. its horrible and i have lost many things because of it. had to give up so much. i can barely go to school because of this. The meds have horrible sideaffects. Insomia, weight gain, moodswings, cramps, charlie horses, oh! and i look like a man.
I have horrible strechmarks covering every inch of my legs. Live in southern california and cant show my legs. I just love wearing jeans in 100 degree weather. My friends are shit. they dont care about me. my mom hates me, she kicked me out. never had a real boyfriend.
Maybe life will get better. Maybe my life doesnt seem to bad to you. But this is me, and my feelings are true. And ive never felt so alone.
|Posted by anonymous at December 31, 2010
my life sucks i weight about the same amount as the hatread i have on the world and thats about 370 pounds worth of it just so u knbow me beter. and im only 17 years and still in the hell hole call high school. people always call me twinkie god at first i thought it was a complament but then my best freind told me they were making fun of me then she started whiping twinkes at me i was glad it was twinkes but not because they were full of hate and healthy shit. and they also call me burger whore. i also have dreams of molesting jenny craighs and killing her the reason i raped her is for the sickass thrills.i play cod 1 because were to poor to aford cod 2 my dog poops on my chest but it turns me on so bad i eat alot of chicken cause they make my fart hurts and thats the only pain i will ever feel that is the same as my heart teriing to pices
|Posted by anonymous at December 30, 2010
No job, No money, no car, no house,no wife, no kids, and a huge amount of student debt I cannot afford the interest on...so glad I became a doctor
|Posted by RubShitOnYourFace at December 30, 2010
Couple things wrong with this world
1. no reason or logic
2. no common sense
3. no thought for fellow man
4. no caring for shit that REALLY matters
5. everyones basically the same. BORING!
How does the world make my life suck? I have no control over anything but myself but when u try to live each day with good intentions only to be shat on each time, you start to wonder if youre really the problem. I realized it aint me. Im 22, in great shape, educated, and graduating college with honors this May, and many, including my family, wonder how could a young man with so much potential be so stressed and burdened by life. well the list above may sound simple and short but for someone like myself, they are the elements that make a true INDIVIDUAL that is a DECENT person. Wtf has this world become? no one embodies good character. people dont even really care about their own friends and family, let alone care about the effects their actions and words have. how does this affect me? It's impossible to wanna go into such a shithole and get close to anyone when simple basic humanism and reason have been ripped apart. f*ck all these mindless animals. every day I wake up ends up being one big sigh and all I seem to do is shake my head slowly at almost every angle. I have an idea! Lets all keep this up and head in a downward spiral and reap the wonderful rewards of our own idiocy.
|Posted by anonymous at December 30, 2010
I want to have people's point of view on the fact that if someone just does not care about things, is indifferent towards the world and about most things in general how can karma apply to him. If he does not care and indirectly it brings harm to others he will get bad karma when he does not truly deserve it, hence is karma justice? Also, what is better, doing good deeds by not genuine just trying to score heaven points or to be indifferent but genuine.
|Posted by Richard Castro at December 30, 2010
I hate my fucking life. I haven't had a girlfriend in like four years then just last week I get a girl. 2 days ago she dumped me. We didn't even get to go on a date. She just said that she just wants to stay friends. I admit it, I have thought about suicide. But then I think about what my friends always say about suicide. People who do it are weak and have no courage. Well fuck that. I fucking hate life. I hope there's no afterlife because if there is, it will probably suck just as bad as this life. Fuck life. I hope mine ends very soon.
|Posted by R.E.L.A.X at December 29, 2010
Well my Girl friend is prego. I already have 1 kid that I cant see. My son is 3 now he lives with his mom in another state. She walked out on me. So now im stuck with paying childsupport or rather my gf is helping me pay for it so makes me feel like a worthless peice of shit. I cant find a job. Been looking but cant word of mouth ect dont work. Our economy sucks so making us all go down with it. I cant afford anything that I need to support my family. So my girl pays for everything what kind of guy am I? Thats my story I guess.
|Posted by anonymous at December 29, 2010
When i was in elementary school my parents were really strict and didnt let me have friends or do anything except for schoolwork. My dad would always yell at me to do everything perfect and my mom wouldnt let me leave the house ever because she thought i would die. I was an only child and very lonely. In middle school noone would be my friend because i was so quiet and socially awkward because of my strict parents. Whenever I tried to make an approach for a conversation to one of classmates they would either laugh and walk away or ignore me. It was as if I was not even a real human being. I then went to a much bigger high school and was so out of place i didnt make any new friends or do anything. Also it was all boys so i met no girls in four years. Then I went to college and was finally free to do watever I want. I got drunk for the first time one night (not because I was against drinking in high school but I had no friends to drink with) and had sexual relations with a girl for the first time. However when I woke up I realized she was hideous and ugly and also a bitch so i imeadietly regretted it. She gave me herpes even though she said she was clean and I used a condom. Then she claimed I raped her (which I did not most of the time she was on top of me and I dont even think I touched her aggresively with my hands at all) and told the school and police. Noone would listen to me and I got kicked out of college within the first week of semester and put on a sexual predat...
|Posted by anonymous at December 29, 2010
whell leats see uhh im 12 i have a creepy father who has to know what were doing at all times and we dont even live together he was abusive twardes my older sister and my mother has thrown apples at my mother for dafending my sister at the age of 3.She had fallen down the staires and could have been killed if it wernt for a single tendon in her neck and when that happend my father had the joy of saying shut the fuck up im trying to sleep.And now i realy on a single being wich is a horse and he is the only reason i am not dead right now and my mother and sister are dragging me into moving to sundre yeah we live on vancuver.My mother,sister and I struggle with faving dapression my mother and sister have meds but i dont want any and my faher just got the devorce papers and is now playing my mom and trying to act like evrything is ok.Not to mention that i dont have anyone who can seem to make my troubles go away my teacher are all mentaly reatarded,beleve me im a smart girl i just dont see the point to trying so my mother thought it would be great to putt me in a *help * class full of real idiots including the so called teacher and i wonder were that old frog got her dagree. And my science and math teacher whell she is constintly bumming me out and likes to putt the pressure on and when she says you can do it i want to say you know teachers have been saying that for years and geuss what it never works.And also they say they care and all i say is no you dont now stop lying the only reason your here is because you get a patcheck every week. And thats how bad my life is and illl see how much worse it can get not to mention i have the worst health teacher yeah she wanted to start off with our life storys i dont realy like people knowing my life so yeah i only did thid=s because you dont know who i am.
|Posted by grant wood at December 29, 2010
How would you like to need a different used car than the one you are driving, then you go to a car dealer that you think you can trust. After a clever pitchman has you excited about the new car, you make a decision. In Illinois, it's final. You're screwed, fucked, raped, it's done. You're car is quickly spirited away and like it or not, this thing is now yours. Stupid little shit-box that it is--and you hate it, I mean you loathe it, and you loathe the people who have just stolen your money. So now what? They have your title, and all you can do is pick from the shit on their lot. You make another decision, you have no choice--you do your best but what you really want is your old car back. (I made a mistake-it happens, doesn't it?) Not in Illinois. The fucking dealer has you by the balls-then it happens again. You hate the next fucking piece of shit that is rammed down your throat. These fuck-heads are happy-they got the money, you're broke and pissed, and the law is on their side. What a racket! Now, I'm real pissed off, I have no legal rights except to hate these bastards with a vengeance. What fuckin'slobs-is this the way it should be? The little guy gets it up the colon, again. Won't say their name, but let's say it rhymes with foogy. Oh, yeah. I did it, I signed the paper. Well, fuck to that, I ain't got no rights in this state. This has to change and only very angry determined people will make it happen. Now, does that suck or what?
|Posted by Life Sucks Ass at December 29, 2010
As a kid I was very popular in high school. Had lots of friends, a great personality, and my parents had tons of money. Every girl wanted to be me. But what they didn't know is the SHIT i went through at home. My dad was controlling, a pervert, and was verbally abusive. He even touched me on several different occasions. And recorded me in a tanning bed. My mom got me out of there when I told her about it.
I quit high school my 12th grade yr. (DUMB, i know) But i had to work and pay for my own car.. my mom couldn't do it on her own. I met a guy at my job.. got really involved with him. Six months into the relationship I became pregnant by him. I couldn't get him to work. We had to stay with family and he to became abusive towards me. He would always make it up to me.. so I would give in.
We eventually got a place together and raised our son. After my sons 1st bday.. I got pregnant again. And he left me. I had no job, car or money. I had to move in with my dad. My dad forced me to have an abortion. Something I regret every day of my life. I made myself sick crying over my ex. Finally we got back together... He continued to be abusive. Hit me, smacked me, even forced me to have sex with him.
4 years later I get pregnant again. Had a lil girl. Worse fear ever. Having to bring a girl in the world for men to treat her the way they do me.
Bf still treating me like dog shit.. and I meet a neighbor.. who was older. Complete...
|Posted by Lost1 at December 28, 2010
I have never known happiness. I was the product of my mom's rape; a fact she never let me forget. The youngest of 5 kids. To help raise us, my mom found one abusive drunk after another. She dealt with it all through drugs. Even now, her body still lives but she is dead. I had no hope as a child. Until I made my first friend at the age of 9. For the first time, I saw some joy in the world. One night, we were all attacked and she was killed. I got to see the only person who gave a d*** about me killed. I spent most of my early teen years in and out of trouble. Taking almost any drug I could find. We lived hard and most of the kids I hung out with died from drug over-dose, gang-related violence, and even random acts of nature. In my late teens, I started dating a nice clean-cut girl who really helped my turn my life around. Then one day, she told me she was pregnant and I was going to be a father. And I thought to myself I would be a great father. The father I never had. I would be everything a father is suppose to be. My son was born september 11, 2001 (i know, wierd). Even through the tragedies of that day, I have never been happier. However, my son was born sick. He lived for three months and died on December 14th of that year. It drove his mom overboard and she took her own life. And once again, I was alone. It has been proven over and over again there is no hope in this world. No joy...no love....no point. I try to keep going. And everyday I sit in my empty apartment struggling to find a reason. I keep telling myself "everything happens for a reason" and that God never puts more on us then we can handle. I'm just so tired of seeing pain everywhere i look. I buried my friends, I buried the love of my life, and I buried my child. What reason could there be for that? I'm just so tired and I don't want to do this anymore.
|Posted by Lifeisabitch at December 28, 2010
I'm 16, i used to be really happy i had all i ever wanted, mother who loved me, roof top, a family that loves me, we were financially stable all that was missing was a dad but it didnt have a huge impact on me since i had an amzing step dad etc... Few years later i turned 11, it was a horrible year my mom went to prison for company fraud (dont even have a clue what she was actually judged for since their was no exact judgement) something she wasnt even guilty for, before she left she sold the house because we were leaving this country to go to another and join some family there, the bank sold my moms company which she took 20 years to set, all her hard work was lost, we became in debt still in debt, the car was gone, my uncles company also was threatened by the bank because it was under my moms name its still threatened today, my step dad left us found new wife that 24 (he's 57), no one stood beside us except for my uncle who was in debt because of my mother. 4 years later my mother was out of prison, shes traumatized, she feels violated because she was not guily, were in debt, my mom made a new company thats bean functioning for a year now but hasnt made a dollar, were in about 200,000 dollars in debt, my mom has bean working so hard to find transactions but every time one is about to happen something crashes, its almost impossible to set forth and realize a transaction if you dont have money (cant go to work if you dont buy a bus ticket), my father thinks im an obligati...
|Posted by anonymous at December 28, 2010
I went to college for three years and couldn't make friends.
I couldn't even clear few of my exams and i don't have any degree ryt now.
I feel bad that i stayed alone at college,got bullied by some nasty people for shit 2 years,
and could not even get a degrre inspite of wurking hard.LIFe really sucks.
|Posted by Anna at December 28, 2010
One night My family had a guy over that was kinda our friend. We only been friends with him for three days the last day he did something bad to me. It was not the first time it had happened it was the 50th time. All these years i've been depressed and I didn't like my life so the night started and he came over again uninvited and he asked us if he could sleep over. He had a home to live in but he refused to go so my mom let him stay and I had to sleep beside him. And he was 28 years old and I kinda had a crush on him. But that night I didn't like him that way so I felt his hand go up my shirt. I looked at him pretty scared and he looked up at me like he wassaying be quiet so I did. The second time he tried to reach up my shirt I grabbed his arms and restrained him but I knew I couldn't hold his arms away from me that long. So I kept fighting with him. Then thats when he finally well he hit me and then he started unbottuning my pants and he went up my shirt. And then he started touching me all over. Well I tried to wake my mom up who was right beside me . I did but she said go back to bed. I was too scared to so It had passed one hour already. And I was still struggling with him but I couldn't fight anymore so I lay there hopeless wimpering my mom finally woke up that's when he finally stopped and my mom saw me on the floor on the other side of the room crying quietly. My older sister asked him what he did to me he said he did nothing but i told my mom but i...
|Posted by anonymous at December 27, 2010
Im 17 years old, I wont lie im not a bad looking guy, Im a really nice person with a strong personality, im a funny guy too.
My life at home sucks, my mother is awesome but my father somtimes can go days without talking to me, even weeks just staying in front of the TV and getting pissed and cussing my mom out. She deserves way better than that.
All my friends have had a serious girlfriend, or still have one, theyre all happy with their lives and me hah! I fucking dont have that chance and I dont know why. Im so pissed at life i started smoking, and drinking more often. As soon as i can, i get drunk as hell or high as hell. Fuck life.