Normally I'd consider these sites as a depressing, useless waste of time that permit people to feel even more pain, but the message behind my story: it needs to be heard/read/ whatever. So here's my sad story, You know in middle school when you'd have that devastating crush on an older guy who'd just pass by you like you were nothing but another poster on the wall? Lol well, same. He was a year older, a new student, tall, very attractive, cute, with curly brown hair. During my eighth year in school, it was all still cute; just a cute little girly crush, until I reached my first year of high school. I thought moving to the building which was right across school campus where all the older people were would be the best thing ever. Right before Christmas on my first year as a high schooler I received a... [Read More]
Tags: LoveDaily life of a mistreated teen, is not really acceptable. Love? Friends? Life? Should I live another day? So many questions to this puzzle in my head. I would tell only the truth and nothing but the truth. My name is Christine Mayor. I am emotionally scarred. Day in the life I've always been told that school is amazing, wonderful, and "dah dah dah dah". But it's not, it’s a straight copy of hell. One reason is because everyone is very quick to judge, and they never stop judging. Girls always gossip, boys lie to get what the want. You can't trust anyone with anything what so ever. But before I changed, and everything happened, lets start from the beginning. We had to chose our connections, some type of fun thing to do other than school work. Orchestra was one of my top picks...but sadly we start them in a... [Read More]
Tags: Sad Love Stories, LoveIf you clicked to this story and counted on reading it, I'd like to thank you sincerely for taking your time to read this, I hope to give you a valuable message and also talk about what I've gone through in my life. Again, thank you for reading my story and remember to hold on to hope and not let it go. It's about 5:25am at the time of me typing this. I couldn't sleep...and there are many reasons for why, because of the many thoughts in my mind, the nights where doubt my own strengths, the feelings I get when I feel all alone in this world, maybe it's just the times I see myself differently than anyone else, but the worst ...is the sharp but empty pains in my chest I get at times. These nights have been going on for months and on now, and I think... [Read More]
Tags: Life, Love, Struggles, Depression, Hope, Faith, TeensLife is not a fun thing. Parents always make life seem amazing and cool until you realize what it truly is. My name is (Y/N) and this was my most scariest experience. During this time, I was only Fifteen. People always told me that I was a beautiful, young native woman and others loved my personality; given the kindness and respectfulness I was told about. Including my older and younger sister, and my mom. Michelle was the oldest. She was very wise, grown up and mature for her age. My younger sister Anastasia is known for how creative she is with her words, and how she thinks. My mom Stacey, is known for how strong she can be even when her world is falling down on her. These people are my family and I love them very much. I would protect them and do all kinds of things until my... [Read More]
Tags: Sad Story, FamilyI don't know what to call this, or what the point of this even is really.. I just know that these last few weeks I've been a prisoner in my own mind once again after fighting so hard all of these years to escape. Maybe by letting others know some of the things that make me who I am and no longer keeping them my own memories will help me from myself.. I don't know exactly how old I was when this happened, I just know that I was very young. I know that it was before I started school, so I believe it was around the age of three or four. That would make my brother two or three at the time. Me and my brother, were taken away from my parents at this age and put into foster care for an unknown length of time. ( Do to... [Read More]
Tags: Thankful, LifeSometimes, time doesn't give you "times", its just once. Now, close your eyes. Imagine your closest bestfriends, remember all of your bitter sweet moments, remember the first time you broken hearted, the first time you kissed, when you said 'i love you' to someone, when you said 'goodbye', when you said 'sorry' and 'thank you'. Now, let me tell ya something, all those moments not all of it could have happened again. Learn to appreciate everything you have or had. I had a bestfriend at elementary school, she's like my own sister. We shared everything like kiss and tell, she know the worst part of me, so was i. But by time everything start changing. Go to middle school, find new friends, and moving always be the hardest part. And i moved to another province, left her. Sometimes, i missed her. But, by then i get used to live my... [Read More]
Tags: Cancer, Bestfriend, Regret, Sorry, Sad, Memories, Motivation, GodIt all began one late afternoon in class. I was only in my second year of high school but I'd like to believe I held a somewhat different mind to those who I had the unfortunate luck of being stuck with for the next few years. I'd begun a small debate around my small circle of friends over matters that truly had no validity but watching a person argue something with no basis was very amusing. We moved around the room as our small debate raged on and on (Our work had been handed in for the day, we only awaited the sound of the bell to take our leave) until finally, we sat near a soon to be graduate of the school. She looked at us with fascination but she also partially ignored us, she preferred her music to any dull argument we could possibly ever conceive. However, the... [Read More]
Tags: Memories, Sadness, Pain, Missing, LoveSometimes I can't sleep. Sometimes I can't eat. Sometimes I can't calm down. Sometimes I can't stop thinking. These times are usually the times when I'm awake in my room, laying on my floor in front of my window submerged in the heat of my blankets. All of my body is under blankets and sweaty except for my head, poking out and looking at the stars if there are any. I like to think. I enjoy thinking about the wonders of life. How we ended up here, if there is an after life. Each night I think of something different. I am not going to say that these things I think about bring peace to my mind. I am not going to say that because thats a bold face lie. They actually bring me much frustration, anxiety, and sometimes panic attacks. So no, my thoughts are not peaceful. They drive... [Read More]
Tags: Thoughts, Sleepless, Nights, Imagination(I'm a guy so just imagine that is is happening in a Steven Universe episode but this actually happened) It all started a long time ago in a school at HomeWorld. The gem named Ruby (me but not my real name) entered the first period classroom. He was a shy gem and rather wanted to work alone. His usual seat was the back corner of the classroom, which was kinda sad for everyone, but they didn't seem to care at all. Ruby was getting ready for class to start until he met...the most beautiful gem (person) he has ever seen!! She sat at the front of the room, which was kinda of a bummer for Ruby since he sat at the back. But he noticed that the new gem was a nerd too!!! Just like him!!! He would say to himself that at Lunch, he will talk to the new... [Read More]
Tags: Alone, Depression, Sadness, Sad Love Story, SuicideThere was a boy and a girl. The boy's name was Khai. The girl's name was Violet. Khai and Violet hated each other. Whenever he saw her, he would make fun of her. She would always say something mean back. The problem was, they same quite a lot of each other, for they were the smartest people in school Everybody thought they would make the perfect nerd couple. Violet refused to give in to pier pressure. No one really knew her. Her family was poor, and she was suffering from depression. All she had was school. Khai would never understand her. Khai wouldn't let the general public get to him. Nobody understood him. His mother was a drunk ,and he was diagnosed with anxiety. All he had was school. Violet would never get it. Months went by. It was torture for both of them. They wondered if the other had... [Read More]
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