Standing at the edge of a precipice. Looking down into the bottomless abyss. No way out. A few more steps forward, and you teeter on the thin crumbling line. One more step forward and you'll fall, give in to the darkness, let it shroud your senses with blissful numbness. Just disappear from here... If you go back, you'll break apart, shatter to pieces which then will dissolve to dust under the burning merciless glare of the sun. And it'll happen oh so very slowly. After you completely break down, after there's nothing left inside of you. After the emptiness takes over and your heart becomes hollow. After your eyes are blank and empty, glazed over. When every smile you make seems to be brimming with happiness, but in reality it's like a stake being driven through your soul. When every laugh is like another needle in the pincushion that your... [Read More]
Tags: Suicide, Sad, Story, Pain, Hurt, Depression, Heartbeat, Heartbroken, Heartache, Abyss, Alone, Misery, SadnessOkay, imagine this. Being the most "popular" girl in the 6th grade. (As so I thought.) having all the guys like you. Always the center of the attention. You may think I am all for myself, but I am not. I am being serious. I was considered, the "popular girl" not one of those snobby types you see in the movies, like Mean girls, or your occasional drama movie. I was caring. I loved my friends, family, god, everything. I wouldn't ever let anyone or anything change me, and who I was as a person. Imagine having all that, and thinking you're on top of the world, when a new girl moves in. At that time, all the guys started liking her. Yeah it's 6th grade, big whoop. But when you are in 6th grade, and having a guy like you, was like the best thing ever. Back to the... [Read More]
Tags: True Story, Sad, Fake Friends, Betrayal, Sadness, Alone, DepressionHi there, call me simply ddangko,, well, just straight to the point that I've failed at my first job after 3 months probation. yes, I didn't pass that probation, and I'm always rejected whenever I apply job. All the interviewer I faced always look at me like,,"ah, you failed the probation" I used to work at junior programmer at some digital agency. Sooner I've found that the workload was really out of my capacity,, I don't have a strong logic and problem solving ability that a programmer should (have been) have (had). Maybe when it comes to learn, I had lack of catching and convincing a brand new thing that came up to me simultaneously. In any scope of subject. So here now it hurts me a lot that I realized I only made my private tutor feed up,tired, irritated, bored,annoyed…this happened to all the tutor that has ever taught... [Read More]
Tags: Failed, Depression, Confession, SadHi, my name is Cecilia, and like any average 17 year old girl, I longed for a prince charming to come and sweep me up my feet and have a happy ending. Ever since I was little, fairytale stories has always been a big part of my life; it gave me hope that one day, I'll be like one of those princesses, but as I grew older, I realized that fairy tales are never going to happen to me because I'm 16 and I still haven't seen my prince charming yet (yes, this is very silly of me, I know). Then, it all began during the summer, because I am anti-social out in the real world, I couldn't possibly find my prince charming out there. I was too afraid to show my true self to society, afraid that people will make fun of me, so I decided to forget about... [Read More]
Tags: Broken Heart, Broken Promises, Lies, Betrayal, Breakup, Sad, Hurt, Heartbroken, SadnessSinging and acting has clichés, some accept and hail you for talent, others see you as the spawn of Beelzebub himself. My (former) Father was the later. He believed that I was in a homosexual relationship with my best friend, thought I sold my soul to the devil, called me "fat ass," or "faggot" and even saying things as horid as " If you don't lose your virginity by the time you're 15, I'm buying you a call girl." Because of the verbal abuse I was receiving, I saw a therapist, upon discovering this, my father disowned me. It hurts when you are so disgusting, even your own father considers you unfit to be his son. His last words he ever said to me were, "Son, its a fucking disgrace my name is attached to you." The look of hatred in his eyes was just like the one of the... [Read More]
Tags: Depression, Disowned, Hopeless, Disgrace, Hate, Bullied, Alone, SadIt was January 5th, 2013 the day that changed my life. New Years was over and it was the first weekend after returning to school. I had been talking to this girl for a few months, and it was never flirtatious, just great friends. It was in school that we got the idea of watching Monsters Inc., or at least we were joking around about it cause it was such a great movie. (We both like animated films, she loves them though) But that Saturday I remember being on the bus and not having anything to do till 6:00 p.m. where I had to go house sit, and her name came across my phone. So I called her up and made the plans, we were going to go catch the afternoon show and it turned out to be one of the best days of my life. I remember walking past... [Read More]
Tags: Love, Confused, Heartbreak, True Story, Forever, Breakup, Memories, Missing, SadIn 7th grade I met this boy and we became best friends until I realized I had many feelings for him. So to be the bigger person I went up to him and told him how I felt... A day later he asked me to a dance and of course I said yes....later that week I realized I was his second choice...what a heart breaker He found out that I knew and called me to try and fix everything...After a while of being strong I realized he was crying and I felt so bad so I forgave him cuz I was absolutely in love with him...We had a terrific time at the dance...then a few days later he asked my friend Shelby out and then this girl McKenna out... The problem was I couldn't get over him...but I knew I had to try... About 3 months later they break up... [Read More]
Tags: Love, Betrayed, Sad, Missing, Memories, Unloved, Hurt, Pain, SadnessLife… They say life is hell. Some say, hell itself comes from humanity. Some say, it comes from politics. Me, personally…? I say it comes from love. Well, no matter how much I grieve, no matter how hard I cry… Love won’t make me feel any better. I was once believed in love. I put my trust on love. Everything I’ve got on love. I bet my sanity that my love would go on. “I have never been so wrong.” I was once betrayed by love. I moved on, knowing that I deserve better. The second time I was betrayed, I didn’t really care. But…This time… Is someone that I love most. The one that you all may call “The Perfect Angel”. I believed that we will love each other, Seeking a way out together for every problem, And, I was once again, wrong. Her eyes gave me serenity. Her... [Read More]
Tags: Betrayal, Lost, Broken, Unloved, Sad, HeartbreakI knew him in 8th grade. He was in 7th. I liked him but as soon as a I was in high school I forgot about him. Then I become a sophomore and hes a freshman. We start talking and being friends because he already had a gf. Then he starts telling me about all their problems and I knew my old feelings for him weren't gone. They started coming back up. We just remained friends and became close to being best friends. He even told his gf that he wasnt going to get rid of me because I knew everything and that we had equal problems family wise. I wasn't with a guy for 2 years. And he was everything I wanted in a bf. He hated his relationship because his gf was turning psycho. Even her closest friends knew it. soon he broke up with her. And then... [Read More]
Tags: Confused, Sad, Hard Decision, Love, Betrayed, HeartbrokenI remember a boy. I remember a boy with bright blue eyes rimmed with dark, heavy eyelashes. I remember a boy with feathery kisses and soothing hands. I remember another boy. I remember me. I remember my sparkling green eyes and plump lips. I remember my flaws and faults. I remember my willingness. "God, you're so gay," he'd whisper teasingly in between kisses. "Yeah, gay for you," I'd reply, breathless from the work his hands were doing underneath the covers. He solved my problems, my secret anger management issues. He'd stroke my back calmly and whisper in my ear how much he loved me until my breathing evened out. He made sure I wouldn't hit anyone else with no reason. And because I loved him, oh-so-deeply with my heart attached to his, I obeyed. I behaved myself and ignored what others said, even if they tried to provoke me. All... [Read More]
Tags: Remember, Death, Depression, Love, Murder, Sad, Memories