When I was younger I was very weak. When people said stuff to me I would cry and let them get the best of me. Still however, I had the most forgiving heart. I always loved attention so on the first day of school I went to school with an Australia accent and talked like that for months until soon teachers found out. I then told the students and they freaked out and hated me. They Started calling me names and telling me to disappear until one day, a kid told me to go kill myself. That broke me. So I started to cut myself and soon I started a suicide diary. Everyday I would cry in class and everyone would call me a crybaby. One day, my dad found my diary and took me to a mental hospital. They had a counselor talk to me and they decided that I would stay in the hospital for a week. I was scared but relived that I didn’t have to go to school for a week. The facility was pretty ok but after awhile I really liked this kid there. He was only about 2 years older then me but was hella hot. he was in there for fighting with other kids. He would joke around just to hear me laugh. We were literally in love with each other but wasn’t able to get his number. Long story shortened, I barely went to school for the rest of the year. My dad and my stepmom were there by my side the whole time and always cared for me. But my mother thought this was all some joke and just shook it off. That was 5th grade. I am now in seventh grade and trying to stay strong with my best friend by my side. Whoever you are, don’t let ANYONE treat you like you are nothing because your are something. You are loved!! I don’t care if your religious or not but I am and I’m saying that God loves you and feels your pain. Just remember that everything happens for a reason and what is happening in you life right now will make your stronger in the future. Write your story in the comments. Just rememeber that I care about you and so does God. Love yourself and stay strong! 🙂 🙂
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I am religious as well- Christian- same as you?-and I appreciate you adding that last bit. I loved it all though! Did you fake the accent on purpose, or is it a thing that you cannot control? I only ask because I on and off talk with a medium british accent without knowing it when I get anxious. I assume that you are a girl. Please respond. I need to talk to someone.
The accent was fake. I always loved attention so I faked it. Yes, I am Christian-Catholic and you can talk to me anytime 🙂
Thanks for sharing… I don’t believe in God though
Wanna hear a story? Okay… Hm… I know one, so once i was school at like 10 or 11 grade and i had no feelings, and i desperately wanted to be noticed but could not reach out so one day i cut up my face and went to school with shirts only, at winter. And it seemed that nobody noticed, so i forgot i had done anything to my self and acted as usual. Turns out they did and i was send to psychiatrist that freaked out when out of nowhere i rolled my head upward and bursted in to tears. She freaked out so much she ran out of a room. and i left home then. THE END.
Moral of the story, people do notice when you cut your face, so dont do it.
Just to clarify what god are we talking about? I praise our great lord and savior – Cthulhu.
Yeah, for the most part people have no real interest in helping others. Occasionally, they may pretend to to bolster their own self-esteem by giving a pat on the back to someone who’s already doing pretty well.
If you show any signs that things aren’t all right with you they will run away at a speed proportionate to the degree of your issues. But this is a high level of improvement: for the majority of human history — and still in many places — such people are simply lynched by the heard. Often with good admonishments as to their moral failings and personal responsibility.
I have actually forgot that that is an improvement. I love how today’s people are even to scared to steel cant from a shop, yet judge things they dont understand. Or for exsample i had plenty of people telling me that first i need to fix my mental condition to top notch before searching for someone or ill drown them, as if depression is a some sort of dezes rather than realizing that it was coused by some sort of reason. In my case it was loneliness so finding someone else to have a reason to be strong is all i needed. To bad she actually found me (And now is fading in to alcohol), becouse all other girls i met, even with depresion needs ,,Normal” man.
My point is i just got lucky (Even if it will soon be over) while other guyz are just dommed in my place.
The accent was fake. I always loved attention so I faked it. Yes, I am Christian-Catholic and you can talk to me anytime 🙂
My story- 3 molestations @ age 4. One was my own brother. He got to my sister too.
What doesnt kill you, makes you mentally f*cked up.
AgentQ – agreed.
Wrath – mental condition top notch? Is that kind of like using the word “normal”.. just some societal ideal that varies from person to person?
I also was molested by my brother when I was 8. I hope he is in jail
Thank you all for commenting on this post! I hope you all are doing well. I am now in 8th grade and currently switching to be homeschooled because I feel physically ill around people. Thanks for all the support everyone 🙂