| | Posted by Becca at March 22, 2011 |
well, I am a 13 year old girl and unlike most 13 year old girls i don't feel the need to be here. I don't want to be here and i have no reason to be so there! I hate it when people come to be saying that its all going to be alright and that its just a stage and that i'm over reacting! No, actually i'm not i'm serious enough to prove you wrong. I don't believe in any gods and i don't want to either so there is no point in proving it to me. You can't. The reason i say this is.."god" had a choice and if he was "Real" then he had a choice to die or live. We did not ask him to die for us, we didn't ask him to send his so called "son" down for us and all that stuff either. If I would have known that people would be like this now i would have marched my ass down there and said hell no! And one thing,, he came back to life right "supposedly" if he came back then there is no reason to hold it on us like "hey i died for you believe in me!" I refuse :) I would rather die and not come back how about it? hmm? He still hasn't came back now has he? No. So why shall we believe in him for longer he wont come down because he is ashamed of the hell he has created. Guess what WE ALL DIE SOME DAY why should we sit and waste away years of hurt, pain, crime, and things like killings if the only acomplishment we get is to die.?? Sounds amazing right? I dont think that he is real. And if someone wants to prove me wrong then go ahead no ones stopping you..but one thing unless he shows up at my fee... |
| | Posted by Missy at March 22, 2011 |
It was thaks giving night and I had dinner with earlier that day. My freind lived in the housenext to mine. I got to help someone across the street and as Ileave I saw my freinds hose on fire fuly involved I tried rescue her but he smoke and flames were too intense I ttreid serval times. The frie got quickly but it was too late she died from the smoke. the found her in the kitchen witha fire exstingqusher in her hand. Poor Kerri died. I was devasted when they she was dead. I did go hto her funeral and I did say some wors about her ad the things I remeber of her and we both got job the same place. I miss her help ing get sales contract from dealers. We both worked a is till do for Galaxy Enter prises we make travel trailer s motot homes RVs and campers. A home away from home is our jingleI will always miss kerrie she alwys had a smile on her face and her voice as she said good morning to the other folks that work in the office. We all miss her. I think I could done something cue her. I want end al after her death but I knew in my heart it would bring her back. My doesn't suck but with my freind that is the only part of my life that does suck. |
| | Posted by anonymous at March 22, 2011 |
Sorry if it doesn't exactly flow. ok here goes: I dated this guy in highschool and he was abusive and raped me multiple times but I never told anyone at the time. He was a wrestler and my dad was the wrestling coach. You can see the complications here. Then I finally got out of the relationship and didn't even date casually for a couple of years, I hated men of all kinds. I worked at this summer camp and this guy seemed like he was genuinely nice and eventually I started dating him. He had some wierd ticks but compared to the last boyfriend I had in highschool he seemed like McDreamy. But then when we continued to date after working together at camp it was like he was a completely different person. Once he was taken out of the camp environment it's like everything just changed. He smoked pot and he had told me this but I didn't think much of it. Because it was just pot and not a super hard core drug. Pot isn't that much different than being drunk. He offered it to me and I smoked it. It was bad for me. Which I know may sound weird to many, but it was. All of the memories that I had worked so hard to suppress dealing with my last boyfriend were all of the sudden back. I had violent flashbacks. I started freaking out. I shook and from there I couldn't get it out of my head again. Then my boyfriend at the time, we will call him D, moved into the city with a friend from college. I was just starting college and he had just graduated. I didn't make many friends because I wa... |
| | Posted by Sir_Sucks_Alot at March 22, 2011 |
So, I'm on spring break this week, should be fun, parties drinking ect. Not for me, I've lost contact with all my friends, and don't get invited to do anything. So, I sit at my computer all day at night playing games, should be fun right? No, every 20 mins I get interrupted by someone in the house who wants something done. The trash needs out; the dishwasher needs emptied, do some laundry, etc etc.
I've got a psychotic girlfriend who freaks out if I don't next her within 5 mins of her text. BITCH I HAVE A LIFE!!! I can't do shit right, every little thing I do for her, I do wrong. Went to pick her something up today from her parents house, I did it wrong because I'll now be 20 mins late seeing her tomorrow. I open the car door: I get yelled at because she can open the door her self. I don't open the car door: "You're not a gentlemen to me, why do you hate me.. bitch bitch bitch"
My dad is sick, needs 2 lungs and a new heart, on the transplant list. So I keep my phone on encase something comes up. When she hears the phone ring she goes crazy. Who is it she asks. Always wanting to check who is on the phone. FFS women, it's my mom chill the fuck out! She reads all my text, checks my facebook 2-3 times a DAY for like 20 mins.
/rank over |
| | Posted by who cares at March 21, 2011 |
Everywhere I look all I can think is who cares. What is the point. There is not a single thing around me that makes life worth it. Everybody just acts so dumb and selfish. Like as if by acting so narrow and selfish they can outrun reality and actually matter. Too bad. You still don't matter. I know your life sucks too that's why you act like such an ass in the first place. So why would I even want anything from such people. Why would I even want to be around them. Always making assumptions like you know shit. Fuck all of you. Life is a waste of time. I feel like I'm just running down the clock. When can I leave. |
| | Posted by JD at March 21, 2011 |
My story is sad like other is sad too.
Everything beginning when my father left my mother I was 4 year old thing of destiny my mother moves to the house of my grandmother my childhood was fight to my mother and my grandmother every 2 or 3 days about nothing like " how took the spoon and blah blah blah " so that was beginning the fight between to my mother and my grandmother for almost 17 year until my grandmother dies.
When my grandmother dies we didn't have a home or money we live almost in the street so I took the choice to get akin to try to support my mom so the retention of the world 2008 beginning and my life was bad again so I lost my apartment of rent my things everything and debt with credit cards.
When I start again my life in other state was great until when I knew this new field of business Stock Market I try 3 times to make money of that to have a life finally and you guess what was the result I lost everything.
Now I don't have nothing only a few money in the bank and my debts.......
Is like I born to be curse.
I have a wonderful girlfriend and I can't see her because she is in other country I don't have money to visit here because I lost everything in stock market because I did think was the only way to make a lot of money to support my mom and make a future with my girlfriend.
I don't know what I do now ????
I mean what is next work for 40 years...... To other support bulls#!t to my bosses????
Have more debts and children's and never seen my children's and my wife because I'm working 16 hours everyday ??????
That life ??????
I would like an answer about my life who does that answer ???
GOD or. Rich guy who want help me!!!!!!!!
People said money is not everything.......!!!!
But is almost everything right ??????
Thanks you |
| | Posted by anonymous at March 21, 2011 |
I am effeminate and gay. I am 6'6" tall, 200 Ibs, out of shape, 20 years old, and horribly ashamed. When I started school as a child, it quickly became clear to me that I was far worse than the other children. I remember taunts that were given to me several times daily. I talked like a girl, and I wasn't one to completely avoid a barbie or two, if i was given the chance. By first grade, when summoned to spell, I could only whisper fearfully. This angered my teacher and she would tell me to speak up. This was even more humiliating, a double whammy. Years crept by, and nothing changed except for my height. I was always monstrously taller than my classmates, with an odd, protruding belly. One thing was clear, they all hated me. I was constantly ridiculed for years, and it made me hate them. There was me, and there was them. No us. I never wanted anyone to notice me, and this was difficult because I was huge. I hardly spoke, and if I did, my words were mousy, unsure, ladylike, and often made fun of. I would explore other realms to cope. Television, my own imagination, but most of all, video games. They were my best friend. I would wander through them for hours, loving that I was somewhere else. My fantasy world at home didn't have room for the horrors of school, so I rarely did homework and thus, received terrible grades. Because I was so starved for company, I would attach myself to my year younger sister. I would beg to spend time with her, to please p... |
| | Posted by CryShy at March 21, 2011 |
When I was 4 years old, i pretended to be an airplane and i ran into a sharp piece of plastic. My dad said it was all my fault and i passed out due to blood loss. my mom found me and my brother took me to the hospital. My brother protected me with his life. When I was 6, my dad died right infront of me and he drown by breathing in his blood. I didnt call an ambulance because i thought it was his fault (what could you expect?) When I was 9, a man stalked me and my mom. My brother followed this guy and threatened him. The man tried to rape me and my mom. My brother was pissed. The man fled town. When I was 10 my mom remarried. this guy was ok but he treated me like shit. I was an outcast. Only three clean plates? Sorry CryShy doesnt eat today. Thats where I got the nickname. My name is Shy. When I cried out is hunger, he called me CryShy. I guess it stuck. My brother hated this guy. When I was 11, I was picked up from school by a police officer. He took me to a therapy room full of my family. They were crying. I was very scared. They said that my brother had shot himself. My vision was blurry and i couldnt hear. I cried for 6 hours strait -no joke-. I was so lost. At age 12, I had my first real boyfriend. he was 15 though. he molested me. I went crying to my best friend. my friend was a gurl. My best friend soon became my gurlfriend. Literally. I became bisexual. I loved a guy and a gurl and he loved us both so it worked out as a 3 way relationship. My mom is homophobic so ... |
| | Posted by 420 at March 21, 2011 |
Alright so heres life, My mom pretty much was addicted to video games and did nothing but sit on her ass at home i hated her so much it wasnt even funny but my dad is stuck in the fucking 80s and doesnt know anything i hated them both but my family memebers just ganged up on me the youngest 9 years apart from the two oldest who beat me and 6 from my sister who was pretty much my mother in life all of my cousins were 5 years or older nobody was the same age as me i was always a lone wolf my friends are basically my family they were the only ones who cared i didnt understand why people liked me at all i pretty much was a loser to my self i tried to commit suicide about over a dozen times my parents cared but i hated them they loved me to death but they were just losers they both had no friends. But lets skip to the present pretty much i was introduced to smoking in 8th grade and never stopped im in the 9th grade now but also im the drug dealer of choice around town making bank in the 9th grade im only 14 my parents always drug tested me but i was always a genius i fooled them every time i pretty much had weed as my parent who helped me fight the depression every day bong toke after bong toke and rollin 2 g blunts till i died until it came to be that my parents think its more harmful then heroine even though i spent over 200$ on it every day i still made my own money fed myself only thing i did was live under their roof but they still dont understand i kicked down every wall in my room and pulled a machete on my mom but weed has always helped me survive throughout the days ive been depressed basically since i was born its like a disease i dont know how to fight i dont even understand it everyone calls me a druggie to make themselves feel better it kills me in the inside everyday i dont even talk to anyone in my life now i hate it i want it to end its not bad at all i think i just hate it God doesnt even anwser me when i ask for his guidance |
| | Posted by ImAnIdiot at March 21, 2011 |
Life sucks, mine as much as many others. I wish I was born 30,000 years ago, when life was less complex. Where all I had to think about was sparking a fire, sharpening my spear, and fighting off ferocious lions and bears from the cave of my clan. Oh, and making love to my cave woman. I could have been Ayla's Jondalar in Mrs Auel's Clan of the Cave Bear. Alas I am not Jondalar and was not born 30,000 years ago. I was born in the modern age, after the Industrial Revolution, after the Age of Enlightment, when humankind began its self-effacing pursuit of intellectual arrogance, claiming its centrality first in the universe, then when that was scientifically debunked claiming our importance at least for this planet and in the eyes of god. Our pursuit of arrogance has culminated in an age where technology and paper notes with imaginary numbers on them form the central tenet of society at the expense of the planet as well as the individual. So, accepting my inability to transcend the laws of space and time and be reborn as Jondalar, in this age of modernism I have just one desire, one thing which may make my life bearable, something which would ease and share the load, something which, when combined with me would form the second half of a self-regulating entity capable of much more than either half could achieve seperately. My desire leads to the following question: Life, how the hell do I get the girl I want? Let me tell you one thing about me, Life. The more I am attracted to ... |
| | Posted by descenttoHades at March 20, 2011 |
I am about to become a college graduate. Of course, I have to do everything, including order my own invitations and throw my own Congratulations party, if I feel like congratulating myself. We'll see. My friend recently posted on a networking site that she considers me lazy. Ok. Sure. Full time at college, part time work, making almost the best grades in class at college, going to graduate Magna Cum Laude, again, but sure...I'm lazy. Such is my life. Every time I invite someone to hang out, guess what? They can't. And this isn't like inviting someone every once in a while. It's more like asking pretty much everyone I know. But, such is my life. This is a quite mild version of how my life goes on a daily basis. In other words, this is a good day. |
| | Posted by anonymous at March 20, 2011 |
alot of people are against me and i dont know why man.i have sa disoder and bad shyness and people treat me like scrapmeatel from the lowest junkyard.i am 15 years old in high school first year second sem.i dont say much i sit alone.on the count of people i just ouit going to lunch most of the time an just go sit alone by my self at recess.and my sister sees me and never speaks to me.so, heres how people treat me some people say there my freind wich is bullshit because they turn on me.for example a kid will act like they like me for mabye a week or two an then the next fuckin thing they talk about me bad or give me a funny look ethier because of what thier freinds say about me or think im shy weird or what whatever themselvs.that just makes my shyness and social anxiety worse.there is this girl who used to like me at school.so i tried talking to but my sa(social anxiety) made me nervous so that was an epic fuckin fail.now every time i look at her she treats not so good.se would say like what or why are you looking me.this is the way most girls treat me at school.she acts like she didnt know i was shy witch she did.i will give you a few symptoms of my sa. when i se stansgers i feeze up or if i talk to them some times.i avoid making eye contact.i will sweat or have hot flashes.i talk in a very low voice people can bearly understand what im saying somtimes.i feel nervous giving presatations. i feel distress going to school.this is very depressing.all i do is stay loocked in my room in front of the computer.im tired of bieng a loser with no fiends and no life.please comment |
| | Posted by tru at March 20, 2011 |
i have social anxiety and yet people tease me try to put me down or look at me funny. share your story about this. |
| | Posted by Knight at March 20, 2011 |
Why am I alive when I have nothing to live for? |
| | Posted by anonymous at March 20, 2011 |
I'm 14, and has recently been diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome, which reveals everything. The good part of it is that I've always wanted to be special, and I am someone special, the psychologist at the hospital told me. However, it came with a price, since it screwed my entire life up.
Okay, what you're about to read may not be depressing as those stories all posted here, but I just wish that someone would listen. And I'm willing to plead for the attention, since I'm an attention lover.
As a young child, dad hit me to discipline me since I was 4. I was bullied constantly at kindergarten, and there was one incident so serious that I was flung out of the moving school bus. Dad and mom never gave a damn about it, and only kept on trying to kick my grandmother, whom I love very much, out of the house. I couldn't get along with my peers, and the flat I grew up in was very violent, full of gangsters and loan sharks. I was always the one that you would expect to get beaten up, and there was no justice for the bullies. I was to blame, for my near lack of social skills. I've never had any friends, and my grip on reality got looser and looser, as the temptation of the realms of my imaginary prompted me to create an imaginary older sister figure, three dolphins and a toy as my only friends.
My so-called best friends always made use of me, like last time when I was caught in the cybercafe after a serious gang fight outside the school. I grew more and mor... |
| | Posted by anonymous at March 20, 2011 |
People don't like me. I mean basically everybody. I am unattractive and have very poor self esteem. I'm in my late 30's and haven't had a friend in over a decade. I try to be amiable but somehow rub everyone the wrong way. I have a million nervous ticks I can't seem to shake which do not help. I have strong difficulty holding eye contact. My small talk skills are abysmal. I've read plenty of research on how to make friends by getting people to talk about themselves, but it never works for me. Any questions I ask are met with one word attempts to end the conversation asap. I've been called creepy, smug, mad, and unfriendly by people who do not know me at all. I try to overcome these perceptions but always come across as insincere. My smile is atrociously awkward and forced. I just don't know how to be a likable person; my DNA seems to be hard coded against it. |
| | Posted by thendaragirl at March 20, 2011 |
I am a lesbian who was in a 10 year relationship with a woman who left her marriage for me. I helped raise her four ungrateful children whom seem to think that the world owes them a living and decided that at the age of 15 that they could pop out a couple of children and call it good. Now don't get me wrong, i love my grandson dearly and listen to him say everytime i see him, that he wants to live with me. remember these are no blood kin of mine and him living with me would be damn near impossible due to that fact. I'm just the evil stepmom that ruined their lives by coming into it and taking over where their dead beat dad left off. I now live in the "mantefactured home" (trailer) in the back yard of my ex's parents property. Ok how's that for being fucked up? I have a job, but only make enough to pay some of the bills. I have to rob from peter to pay paul so to speak, and on top of that i have no children of my own to take care of me when i can no longer do for myself. I have several health problems and part of a left lung. I live in Texas (as if it's not bad enough) and i'm a counselor for ex offenders who, all the time,are crying about how horrible their lives are. They have it good. Now my ex has taken in several kids that thought that their lives were horrible and she decided one day to tell me that the fucking faggot that came to stay with us, was now her best friend. What happened to us? She always said that she wanted to be the "cool mom" and now that i'm gone she... |
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| Posted by heyjude at March 20, 2011 |
why is it that some people are beautiful and those unlucky ones like me are so fuckin ugly. I mean why should i be scared of my future because of my looks. Only pretty people get nice jobs. School is a fuckin beauty contest even teachers favor the good looking kids. its sad how a teacher cant even remeber ur name. Sometimes i even feel like my parents think im ugly. This world is so fucking low. People only talk to you if ur pretty. |
| | Posted by anonymous at March 19, 2011 |
I was fairly optimystic before 2008. That was until bankruptcy, foreclosure and divorce all in the span of 2 months. Feel free to judge all you want... Even though I had a 740 fico score prior with not one late payment beofore 2008. I also had a huge pool home, a couple nice cars, and people to clean the house and do the lawns. But Yes, I am now a mere deadbeat who bankrupted his bills and could no longer support his children.
The ex-wife was fine. Her dad gave her a place to live and a job. She also got $700 from me every month and $2200 from the state.
The worst part was moving in with my mother and losing the kids to an ex-wife who met a guy 4 states away and moved my children out there.
I went from seeing my children every other weekend and driving 3 hours round trip a week night just to seeing them for dinner.. To never seeing them. She will rarely let me talk to them and she loves keeping them away from me. It's been 6 months, but my 4 and 5 year olds still cry at how much they miss me everytime I get to talk to them.
I always condsidered myself a good guy. Would never intentionally harm nobody and am empathetic against anyone less fortunate or not in a great situation. I have always given freely of my time and money and have helped out whereever I could.
Yet I am cursed until the day I die. People seem to only truly despise me or want to take whatever they can from me. I havent had a real friend in over 20 years. I have lived a life of depression and have never been able to find happiness. I am now stuck at my mothers house for the past 2 1/2 years... in my late 30's and barley make enough money to live here.
I dont even think I am mentally or financially stable enough to live on my own anymore.
I dont know what ever I did to deserve this life God. But I do wish for another one or a quick end to this one. |
| | Posted by anonymous at March 19, 2011 |
i am almost 50 years old. i was married for about four years, until 2003, although we separated in 2001. I met my ex-wife when I was in my late 20s. I am good looking, good sense of humor, very intelligent, but probably both too sensitive and not "alpha-male confident" enough, but the fact is that since my ex-wife, not a single woman has agreed to go on a date with me. That is over 20 years ago. It's not for lack of trying--I have tried everything, most especially including a series of 5 or 6 women with whom i have developed what seemed like promising relationships, only to die the minute i suggested going on a date. two of them had been very sexually forward with me, but the minute i suggested the feelings might have been returned, they both stopped talking to me permanently. i don't have the strength or will to fall in love again. just the other day i was walking my dog in a park and a beautiful woman came up to me and our dogs started playing. she was being very flirtatious, was very pretty, is in her mid-late 30s (& i look a lot younger than I am, or so I am told). she offered herself that she really wanted to get together, talking about many parts of life, asking my full name & repeating it, relationship status (all stuff that's pretty unusual just bumping into someone in the park with a dog), etc. i got my hopes up again. sure enough, what seemed like flirting to me was something else to her. at least that's how it seems based on the two brief emails i sent to her a... |
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