|Posted by anonymous at March 31, 2011|
I am a 36yo guy. I come from a good family, never abused, no fkd up childhood or anything. But i ended up partying alot as a kid and by the time i was 18 i was trying heroin and within a short period of time i was a junkie. I managed to support my habit for 10 years or so by stealing from my family mostly after i had lost everything i had. They were amazingly understanding and just wanted to see me get better as anyone would. Eventually they had no choice but to press charges because it was the only way to protect themselves. I spent 5 years in prison and it was the best thing that could have happened to me.I never touched it again after in was released in 2006. I was extremely excited about my future at this point...
Unfortunately i began drinking heavily and drank between a pint and a 5th of bourbon every night for the first year and a half i was out. But i was doing great, i had a good job, and apt and a g/f. But i had contracted hep-c as a result of my drug use and alcohol is like pouring gas on a fire when you have a liver disease. So eventually i was able to get off the booze...anyway, fast forward to now..
I am not a 36 yo man that is unemployed bc i got injured and could no longer work at construction. I don't know exactly how bad my heath really is, although considering ive had hep-c for about 10 years now and 3 of those years were literally spent drinking heavily and daily. So i imagine not good, i see physical signs of liver problems, but i ...
|Posted by anonymous at March 31, 2011|
I am a 25 year old male, my future looks bleak at the moment. It didn't always feel this way. When I was 17 I met the girl of my dreams, had friends, thought I had great personality and I started working in marketing making decent money doing doing something I enjoyed. I started losing work a few years ago and had to take a bunch of shitty temp jobs. I felt like I had been getting screwed over by employer after employer, I had managers threaten me and belittle me constantly while I worked at these minimum wage jobs leaving little to no self confidence left inside. I was diagnosed with a tumor in my neck and shortly after that my girlfriend of 9 years left me. I couldn't control my anxiety and therefor couldn't keep a job, so now I live with my mother. I've had several manic depressive episodes in the time I've lived here. I go out drinking alone and when I try to talk to anybody I end up feeling like I've just made a fool out of myself. I've been drinking daily and can't see myself going anywhere. My waking thoughts are of putting a shotgun under my chin and pulling the trigger.
|Posted by Loser at March 31, 2011|
i will start when i was child 9 years old when suddenly i got fat and got a strange nervous desease which maked me do invoulantry moves by my face and body ,and i got plenty of moves which made me a classic geek, then i tried to change myself and be more sociable and have some friends , the result was that i was the joke ,of bieng fat and such nervous desease i got even my brother made a lough of me when i did such moves , then i grew up and i am fat and the desease still presists but i tried to lose some wieght in college and i kind succeded and got a girlfriend which was the first love of my life ,it went well until my brothere wife argued with my brother and some how she revenged from him by making my girlfriend brokeup with me , she knew that we will mary soon , so she made her move succefully and made us a part by telling lies about me ,anyway my girlfried beleaved her and broke up with me and i got fat again and so much invoulantry moves by my face and body too ,then i met two girls after that and i was totally rejected ,and my brother got his wife back and got a son and living happily with no problems as many lucky people in life .for me now i am 29 years old very fat, very nervous moves attacks me in public ,very small money earned by my job ,my brother hates me ,dont know why as it somehow reversed , and i am fed up of my lonely life wishing to die young ,so not to suffer more as it is a very unjustice world . its very bad having such a loser life .
|Posted by Monster at March 31, 2011|
I am a monster. I don't belong in this world. I grew up never knowing my family, if I even had one, and I was found hidden in an alleyway. I was unwanted from the beginning. People have always called me despicable names that have turned out to be true. I live in a dark shack that people think is vacant, with rats and cockroaches. I dare never to show my self, but when ever I'm forced to venture out into the world of man I wear a thick coat with collars turned up and a large cap and I always look down. I have no right to look ahead like everyone else. My live is pure blackness. I writhe in agony in the darkness of my house everyday while people walk passed, never suspecting that an unutterable horror lurks in it. There's a girl I like who works at the local market, but it's wrong for me to like her. I don't have the right. I soil her every time I think of her. I am a blight on this world. A blasphemy to nature. I stay away from the world, if only to save it from my ugliness. Some one put a silver bullet in my head and a stake through my heart.
|Posted by anonymous at March 31, 2011|
Where to start? Bio-dad was killed when I was six months old. "Step" dad is a great guy (seriously...this is my one bit of good luck) - with a certifiably crazy sister who emotionally abused me for as long as I can remember (told me...when I was SIX...that I was "so fat" I'd never have any friends, let alone a boyfriend). My journals tell me I've been depressed since I was 12 - that was 32 years ago. I wasn't diagnosed with depression until I was well into my 30s. Was depressed and overweight...no boyfriends, only one real friend (who I think just felt sorry for me) to speak of...virgin until I was 26. Married the first guy I slept with. We were married for a couple of months before things started going sour. Then I fell in love...with a woman. Was still in love with my husband even though he'd quit the marriage (Long before I met the woman). We stayed married for four miserable (and emotionally abusive) years before he decided he didn't want to be married anymore. No real reason...and I found out when HE LEFT A NOTE IN MY CAR to tell me "I don't want to be married anymore". I was working part-time (I had quit my full time job because we were going to start a family - one more thing I failed at...unable to have children). No money, no real job, no real prospects, no place to live. Bankruptcy, eviction (the rental house I was living in after my divorce got sold), new girlfriend, new apartment. Girlfriend becomes disabled and I am now the sole supporter for bot...
|Posted by the stutterer that no one cares at March 30, 2011|
i know. its horrible.there is no god. do any of you know wat i feel. knowing thre is only a cold blackness after death. not being able to move, breath...feel. im so afraid...of death. i get this feeling of absolute dread every time i think about it. im so jelous of all you ignorant fuckers who dont know. does anyone else know about 'the truth,' please if you do please tell me i need to know if im not the only one. i wouldve commited suicide by now if i didnt know...taken the easy way out but i cant bring myself to do it
fuck im only fucking 15 and i know. well my life hasnt been peachy. lets see im teased in school. i was bullied non stop in junior school. but i was always a,loner. noone ever wanted to hang out with me... i was that kid that spent all his life in his fucking bedroom playing with his toys... alone. my father never loved me. he never played with me. rather worked... WHO THE FUCK WOULD RATHER WORK THAN PLAY WITH HIS FUCKING SON? my nother never cared for me so i ingnored her then she is telling me that im too quiet and i need to start being a good kid. FUCK YOU MA. i also hallucinate ... i see creatures. i keep hearing my name being called out to me .... whispering in my ear. my name 'julian'.
i have also developed a drinking problem . every day i go home i take a gulp of vodka.... keeps me going. i have never admited this but i cry every night. i have also develpoed some moments where i go into a world where i have a mother that loves me and a father that hugs me. i also love rock music which everyone else hates here.i need help. i know i do but i cant bring myself to do anything. i just cannt. hurt today cry tomorrow. something traumatic happened to me as a child.i have a bad stutter and that just made things worse. idont know wat to do. but all these problems are small. compared to the truth. i would give anthying not to know. but im only scratching the surface. if you want to know more tell me.
|Posted by anonymous at March 30, 2011|
My life has been full of pain, misery, dispair, disappointment, lose, and sorrow. I know my life has been dramatically better then some, but that makes me feel worse. When will the bottom come?
|Posted by GODDAMNSONOFABITCH at March 30, 2011|
I have nothing but hatred for everone. Every single one of you fuckers are nothing but dumbass pieces of shit. I'll never be fucking happy and I've accepted that but goddamn on a firey cross why do I have to be surrounded by fucking morons who don't know their dick from their elbow? Every day I feel myself closer to the edge of madness. Either someone kill me or I'll end up killing someone. Fuck life, fuck America, fuck the world, and fuck you.
|Posted by FadeToWhite at March 30, 2011|
I'm a 16 kid who lives in the middle of red neck central, attends the High school from hell, never gets laid, and just generally feels depressed. And the worst part is I don't even have much to complain about
|Posted by cookiemonster at March 29, 2011|
my life sucks.
whenever i try to do something it fails when i spend ages on a peice of work pouring all the time ihave into it i get terrible grades nobody at school likes me the only "friend" i have is only my friend because i give him any sweets i buy
the one friend i did have in primary school i have lost contact with
What do i do??
is my life really worth it?
|Posted by anonymous at March 29, 2011|
Life sucks big time!
I'll start at the beginning of this downward spiral, or wait, maybe I should go farther back and really make all of you feel pathetic in your own "oh, my life sucks" stories, some of which are so damn pathetic I had to laugh cuz your life can not suck as bad as mine did and still does. First let me just say that when I was able to work my life was great cuz I always made very good money for my age and my talents which were sales and tenacity, now are just a pipe dream.
It started when I was around 9 years old I was molested by my uncle but blocked it out so my parents never knew although my mom knew something happened but never pushed the issue (go figure cuz my dad didn't do anything when I was 15 and almost raped by the man I was babysitting for, no big surprise there). So, any ways as a teenager I was raped or date raped whatever you wanna call it these days, too many times to count. Then when I was 19 I was forced to give a guy a bj and that time my parents actually reported it, maybe because we were in a different state and all. (I harbor NO bad feelings as that was my past)
When I was 21 I married a man that raped me daily, beat me, gave me crabs, gave me herpes which now I have to live with for the rest of my life, yippy! Oh wait, it gets better I assure you this story is far from being over.
I left him shortly after we married, to then fall in love and marry again, only this time to a pedophile and at that ...
|Posted by Shaun at March 29, 2011|
On the outside I appear to be a young 30 yr old guy that is happy with life. I had a decent K-12 was very social, involved in sports, school clubs, etc. I went to college and unfortunately got a degree that I didnt end up using. I think that is where things took a turn for the worst.
You see I am being absolutely crushed by my student loan debt. I am never ever going to be able to be pay it off. I feel such an incredible anxiety about it, that it effects my relationships.
2 years ago I let that anxiety ruin the relationship I had with the woman of my dreams. That compounded with my anxiety and through me into a depression that I have been wallowing in for these past two years.
So there ya have it. I have no one to talk to and it makes me so sad that it hurts sometimes. Actually sometimes, I think it is killing me. I just feel so utterly alone. . .
|Posted by ME at March 28, 2011|
I feel like the past 4 years God has been using me like a piece of tissue to wipe his ass crack. Why? I didn't do anything to him. In fact, all I did was try to make good decisions, and keep my head up when ish came my way, and keep my eyes on the prize when people were trying to push me down, and even just be a good person and treat people well. But person after person seemingly randomly out of thin air just comes along trying to shit on me like I did something to them. I try to make moves and they go nowhere. When life just feels like too much I just try to keep putting one foot in front of the other, and eventually I may feel a little better, but the facts of life remain the same. People keep telling me that things will get better but then they don't. People keep telling me that I'll get this and that and the other thing or something great will happen or whatever, but it doesn't. I wish they would just shut the hell up with their prophesying I am sick to death of hearing about it. And no I can't be thankful or joyful, about the only thing I have to be thankful for is that I'm not homeless, and yes I do recognize that it could get worse, but it only seems like a ticking time bomb to me, not something to be joyful about. I really don't know what I'm doing wrong. Although now I have come to realize that just because something bad happens doesn't mean I did something wrong. Okay, but to be kept down like this for so so long... what is that all about? I don't get it. As far as I see it, the rest of my life isn't going to be that great anyway, but could you at least allow me to function? Like a normal person? Why do you keep giving me shit?
|Posted by depressed. why live at March 28, 2011|
my life sucks. I feel like i was cursed when I was born. I have never had a good year in my life and I am 39. I am suffering physically and mentally, from birthmarks and scares to physical pain to never having a female love me, I have had so many crushes and not one had a crush on me in m life time.
1. Had deformities on my face that I had anxiety from the day I can remember going into Kindergarden. This killed me, never to know what its like for someone you think is cute and they never think your cute. I never had a girlfriend in HS, never a kiss, was kinda of Popular, but I was athletic, that helped me with friends, but I was small and was picked on a lot, until my junior and senior year.
2. Awful at math, took 6 years to get out of a JC, and then I did graduate from college but not how I dreamed. I dreamed off going to a big university and meeting a lot off friends. that never happened.
3. When I searched for doctors thankfully lasers took off my deformities off my face at 27. I started lifting a lot at that time, within a year I was in major physical pain and have been in major physical pain ever since. No doctor can tell me why I have testicle pain, groin pain when I stand up, lower back pain, TMJ bad, Muscle pain. After several back surgeries, nothing has helped.
4. I have not water skied or wakeboarded or gone to ski in mountains, surf since I was 28, I am 29. I can run I am in so much physical pain, no doctor knows what it is....
|Posted by Samferdian at March 28, 2011|
From my point of view, There are lot of posts sharing varies kinds experience, sorry, tragedy, point of view...
Basically, "Sharing" make it happen...Helps you survive hard times...heals your soul...and sometimes saves your life as well..
The feels needs to be expressed to someone who care for you and who you can trust..and I am not an exception to it...
I am not greedy, Just basics, I need someone to share our feelings, Care for each other, Be True from Heart, Be Loyal and fair...(Those who realize contact me) Other please stay away..
Love Life Soul Spirit Fun Sorrow Good Bad Beautiful Ugly - Everyone has different definition and different point of view on these things..you are not who you are due lot of social and situational influence.- Only person who can change these is "YOU". I can help but only you can change. (Those who realize survive)...
Love You All....I am always here for you !!!
|Posted by Humanoid at March 28, 2011|
im only 17 and im a girl but i can honestly say life really sucks...when i was younger i could have everything i wanted, i had a lot of friends, i was happy but now everything has changed. going at high school made my life a living hell. the kids in my class were making fun of my specific look (emo/scene) so i stopped talking to some kids from my class... but this is not the only bad thing in my life... i started to sweat a lot like A LOT!! now i only wear black shirts but im sick and tired of that i want to have a normal life again with no sweating..i told my parents about my problem but they dont do anything about that..they think that this is not a problem and that i can keep living with it but no, this is the biggest problem in my life..but not only the sweating i now suffer from social anxiety.. i dont like going out cause im so scared of the opinion of the others.. everywhere i go if someone is whispering i think that they are talking about me and saying bad words about me..if my life continue like this i will kill myself :/ i know there are much worse stories than mine but i have no one to talk to so i posted my story here :(
|Posted by Dickhead Dad at March 28, 2011|
So, here I am, Dickhead Dad. I really don't understand my 19yr. old. I take his license for drinking under age and his mother gives it back. ( Divorced, happened twice before he was 18). So he turnes 18 and leaves for greener pastures and craps on me and his 6 year old brother from another mother. Was divorced for 7 years, remarried and another son 12 years apart. SO, I never missed any of oldest son's anything in school. Supported his activities and only demanded he act responsible and have as much fun as possible while respecting the law and other peoples property and rights, so good so far? He is above average in smarts and I think that is part of his problem. Even the Detroit judge said I was over bearing in taking his license!! WHAT??? My underage son drinks and has a car, I take his license at age 15, I still make sure he gets to all school functions, allow his friends to spend the night at my house but never theirs and I am over bearing!!! Where is the justice? Why is my otherwise smart son acting so.....so.., dumb? Why when I gave so much did I get crapped on like this? He has learned to be decietful, sneaky, with a sense of entitlement! where did he learn this? So he moves out at age 18 on his birthday. I love and miss him greatly. I'm trying not to become angry. I'm trying to understand. He knows he is breaking my heart with every passing day he ignores me. WTF, really?
|Posted by Ha at March 28, 2011|
Hey life lucks but reading all this shit actually makes me realize that, shit it sucks for everyone so hell it's not all that bad. I got through school then undergrad and working on grad school, divorced but she's a great girl just not for me, two great kids -at least one not mine- but they don't need to know that, great job, though one never makes enough money always living up to and/or over one's means, good looks -all relative-, great physique -by any standard-, smart enough -fellowship at Harvard and grad school at Johns Hopkins-, lonely... hell yes but it turns out everyone is so we're all lonely together. Putting it in perspective not all that bad. read some Kahlil Gibran good stuff and very uplifting -though if you don't have a pussy already you will if you read too much-. stopped looking for meaning in things because mysteriously it usually doesn't mean anything or it means everything and either way you're wasting your life on it.
|Posted by Ron at March 27, 2011|
Well, after much contemplation, I have decided that tonight, Sunday, March 27th, 2011, will be my final night upon this world. I'm just board with my life and see no sign of change in the future and no reason to continue. I'm 46 years old and haven't really lived at all. I've worked a meaningless job for the past 20 years that bearly just pays the bills and due to these "tough economical times" things have gotten even tighter and I fear I may lose my job this week. The water has already been turned off and I wouldn't be suprised if the power goes off while writing this. My landlord said that he's had enough of me and is looking for any excuse to evict me. Well it just so happens that I also don't have money for this months rent. So this week I shall probably lose my job and get kicked out onto the streets as well. What a joke my life is. Not that it isn't my fault. I had dreams when I was yonger but I've slowly woken up to reality. I had a good childhood but a... not bad, but just meaningless -- adulthood. I always wanted to be a writer but never got around to pinning anything down. I haven't had a real friend since high school and have never had a special lady friend. (Yes, if you must know, I am a virgin). I've never drinked or smoke or have done any drugs (accept medecations for my joints). All the fun stuff I see people doing -- I just can't get involved in. I've realized I've wasted my life, and at 46, there's not much hope of starting over. So after I submit this I am going to hang myself. Just remebmer that Ronald Joseph Evans was here.
|Posted by sad at March 27, 2011|
Hi folks like many of us on this here, wer writin bout r shitty life...well im gona tell u bout mine,ive bin wanting 2 tell someone 4 many many years bout the things that have happnd one disaster after another why oh why?? as a child i grew up in a house with an xtremely abusive father 2wards my mother,which i still 2 this day believe this lead 2 my brother sexually abusing me 4 a few years in my early teens,which then lead 2 me attempting 2 take my own life on more than once with an overdose which nearly killed me.. which a friend got her dad 2 save me! although my attemps wer genuine at the time,i was glad 2 hav bin saved from death..i love my mother so much and the thought of her suffering cause of me tryin 2 do myself in..it wud kill her 2. i hav had crap relationships one after another..from alcholic 2 woman beater!! i sure no how 2 pick them,my last relationship nearly finished me ,as he was very controlling,needy,minipulative,oh it was awful i felt i had no life,he took over my life,moved himself in2 my home forcfully,such a job a had trying 2 get rid of him..he nearly desroyed me and my family ...i just gt so drained of the hole thing and cudnt take anymore so i tried numerous times 2 break up but he kept crawling back until 1 day enuf was enuf..well 4 a few years runnin he still pesterd me as he only lives down the road from me which makes life still hard 4 me 7 years later im a bit soft and dnt speak up for myself alot,by the way the friend i mentioned is'nt a friend anymore as her husband tried 2 rape me a number of yrs ago i cudnt tell 4 the fear of her nt believing me..but he must hav said sumthing 2 cover his tracks as i found out last yr he had told her tha i tried 2 come on 2 him cause 4 yrs we havnd spoken.i hav bin single 4
7 whole years hav sufferd depression and been 2 counselling..oh how cud i 4get
the most important thing of all,i had an abortion 12 yrs ago im 36 now,and totally regret ever havin