My life never was too good or easy or what you have. When I was 4 years old I lived on long island, had friends that actually gave a crap about me. But it wasn't always sunshine, that was when I watched my mother be abused day after day. Then in less than a year me and my mom moved to Pennsylvania I was glad I never had to watch it again but I was so depressed coz I lost all my friends. I guess you can say I moved on but I still miss them. After we moved here I joined school, it was kindergarten and I was starting to make friends. I was happy, but I didn't notice how cruel I was being to kids who were my friends. I would bully them and now I feel horrible but there's nothing I can do you know? In first... [Read More]
Tags: Depression, Cutting, Life, Hate, Bullying, Unloved, Family, AlonePeople always ask me what's going on in my head. It's not necessarily a bad thing, they say it jokingly for the fact that I'm always smiling, and acting crazy. Some people actually dare to believe that smile. But what's really going on in my head? You wouldn't understand. It's empty. That girl on the outside that could make you burst out into a fit of laughter with one sentence is the one who is slowly tearing herself apart on the inside. If you were to read my mind it'd be filled with dark colors, lonely souls, and song lyrics. Yeah, I know, it's quiet in there with just some faint background music. But it makes me content. Music is the only thing keeping me on this earth everyday. And with the help of God, I know I'll be able to overcome this hatred toward myself. I just wish some... [Read More]
Tags: Music, Suicide, Lonely, Alone, Depression, LifeBen stood on the cliff. He stared at the cold water, splashing through the gentle moonlight. He taught " Maybe If I jump off, I would not feel all this pain. Maybe If I jump off I will be a just nothing and I would not feel anything." Tears fell on his cheeks. "My whole life, I felt like I am just a trash and just a waste that needs to be segregated. When I was born, I didn't even have the chance to meet my father. My mother told me that they were separated and that I cannot see my father. Every day, I envy all the kids which was saying the words "Papa". Even sometimes, when parents are invited to a program at our school, I envy my classmates saying "Which one will I choose Mommy, or Daddy." Second, my mother always expect me to be the top... [Read More]
Tags: God, Depression, Not Giving Up, Sadness, Moving On, LifeWell how is it that some people get lucky in their love and life ? I always had this question which could never be answered by many of them, some tried answering but I was never satisfied with it. How do I start the story? well I came across a girl name PIYA who was born and brought up as a boarder from her nursery days till she was done with her schooling, a girl who is quit a tom boy cause she was grown up with guys around her, a kid who always took a car over a doll, joyful kid you could say. As a kid PIYA always missed her mom and always wanted to live with her, Piya always wanted to live like any other family did but Piya said her life had planned something else for her, she has a brother who is 10 years younger... [Read More]
Tags: True Story, Lost, Family, Unloved, Sad, Death, Love, Sadness, Life"--so perfect! The kiss accompanied by the fireworks, it was so beautiful and--" "I know, now can you please shut up? Someone's trying to study here," "Fine. I'm going out, do you need anything?" "No," Anne sighed as soon as her roommate left their room. Then suddenly, she broke, tears were streaming down her face and she couldn't stop them. "Why? Why?" She was there that night. She was there when they sealed their fates with a kiss. Normally, she wouldn't believe superstitious such as 'the person you shared a kiss with during THAT night will be the person you'll spend eternity with' but that happened to her parents and her other relatives. It was childish to say 'she was supposed to be the one holding hands with Zeke, she should have been the one who shared that kiss with Zeke' she should have been Zeke's best friend, scratch that,... [Read More]
Tags: Sad, Lost, Life, Death, Tears, Kiss, Sick, Love, Unloved, Unspoken Love, Cancer, CryHello, Dear Reader. Today, I will tell you about the Tale of It. Who is "It", you ask? Why, I will not tell you. You must have patience and I will tell you. Now, why don't we get on with the story? This story starts on a warm summer day, reader. It was summer and the birds are singing and the flowers are dancing and the winds are swimming. It was a normal summer day. And X wasn't happy. No, he/she wasn't. X was sad. No matter how many times X's friends and family tried to cheer It up. Nothing worked. he/she drowned out the sounds and ignored all the feelings of happiness. Yes, reader. X didn't want happiness. X felt nothing but pain. A crushing, bleeding pain. All in X's heart. You see, he/she did have happiness once. X had happiness with X's loved one. They loved each other,... [Read More]
Tags: Sad, Death, Suicide, Depression, Alone, Life, PainMy story starts online in March. No it is not the smartest way to meet someone but I didn't mean for it to happen. I met him and from the start we were both hooked. He lived across the country from me. But he moved to the state I was in. I only saw him once in the four months that he was there due to the fact that his multiple jobs were so demanding. The beginning of July he moved back because his cancer was back and his doctors were back home. I started to plan to move to be with him because of how in love we were and we were planning to spend our lives together. Well we decided that I should fly over for a week and look at apartments, jobs, etc. I left in the middle of July on a Saturday. I got there Saturday... [Read More]
Tags: Love, Abandoned, Online, Cancer, Move, Life, Unloved, Left, Alone, Girl, SadMe, my mum and dad were heading off on a family vacation for my 11th birthday , I was looking forward to the holiday but not the six hour drive there . I remember my mum and dad waking me up at seven to get dressed and eat my breakfast next thing I knew we were in the car . My mum in the passenger seat my dad driving and me in the back seat. A few hours later the rain started to hit on the car and the sun was going down so my dad decided he would speed up just to catch the time back up but I guess you would say that would be the biggest regret of his short lived life. It was now around 11 o clock and almost pitch black . I jumped as my dad suddenly slammed his foot on the brake my... [Read More]
Tags: Family, God, Crash, Death, Pain, Hospital, Hope, Cry, Love, LifeI don't know why I'm doing this. I'm so pitiful and no one cares. I guess I just need to vent. yes, this is a true story. I guess it all starts with no one really caring about me. I was the child who was ignored. The the child who was born for failure. Whatever. I'm over that, but what really pisses me off is that no one really started even looking at me until I got "pretty". I started wearing makeup. people actually talked to me. but they didn't care. I knew they didn't. I just wanted someone to talk to me for once. I went years without anybody even glancing at me and it felt good that people wanted to talk to me.. I started dating this boy who really cared about me.. well I don't know.. maybe he was just going through the motions like everyone else.... [Read More]
Tags: Hate, Life, Death, Suicide, Heart Break, Broken Heart, CuttingSorry if this is too long. I came from quite a rich family. But as they say money does not buy happiness. I knew very little happiness since I was young. My family had several people working under us both in my house as well as in our workplace. My mother was a very wonderful person but very weak. She did not dare do anything against my father. My father had open affairs with other women; even bringing them home in front of mother. But my mother does not say anything. She was dying inside but she laughed outside for me. Everyone knew what happens in our house but no one questions my father. Eric was the son of one of the employees. I knew him since I was 5 and he was 7. Eric's father worked around the house and Eric was around a lot. There were not a... [Read More]
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