You do something wrong people shun you. You step out of line then they punish you. You say something wrong people ignore you. You dress the wrong way people gossip about you. You talk or act different people push you away. You stand up to a bully then you’re the bad guy. You try to be nice then you’re the outcast. You get raped then people say you’re the whore/slut. You’re parents don’t want you then people say you’re worthless. You show your feelings then people say you’re dramatic. You show your depression then they say you fake it. You finally kill yourself…. yet people […]
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i was googling ”i hate my life” and found this. it gave me the giggles.
sadly it is so treu.
it doesn’t bother me but it’s nice to know that i’m not the only one out there who noticed that little fact.
does anyone else have thoughts about this maybe?
I do. It seriously feels like a disability often. You have so much that you have to worry about like making sure you don’t get raped. Every time I go out somewhere, I’m always told not to be out too late since it’s “especially dangerous for girls.” I hate that. That makes me try to dress as much like a boy as I can, so maybe I’ll be mistaken for one. I think about cutting my hair short and not shaving, but then I’ll be labeled as a “butch lesbian” since I am gay. It’s not fair. Aside from the obvious things like getting your […]
I’m a product of fucked up rage
Higher masses breed hate and discrimination
Only to further strengthen my cage
They feed the mindless mases lies
These are the screams of the outcast trying for a revolution
Mindless masses bore masscarades of confusion
YOuths lose reality in the game of life
Telling themselves to win one last fight
A fight to take their lives
A fight to whisper in the ear of th e higher masses
In turn they scream of a nation under God needing to arise from the ashes
This is the new holocaust
The outcast are now the ones persecuted
This is not […]
I’m so sick of the bullying, harassing, teasing, laughing,
the discrimination, the name calling, the sexual comments, the torture.
Why is everyone around me is sick, suffering, in pain, and dying?
Everyone thinks they know how I feel, what I’m going through, why.
They judge my my expressions, my tone, my mood, my thoughts.
I wouldn’t mind being killed, or killing myself at any moment.
It’s like a never ending story, it’s like a living Hell.
At one point I’ll put up a pic of myself so you all can see me. But basically I’m a half n half puertorican African American suicidally depressed self injuring 6″ tall 150 lb Afro-headed atheistic16 y.o. guy. There isn’t a thing about me people accept. Black people get stereotyped in my community, and the only Hispanics any of my neighbors know are the ones who cut their lawns. Next there’s the depression. People treat it like it’s a contagious disease. Like I’m some sort of freak for being suicidal or depressed. Then there’s the SI. Cutting n burning already are mass-comedicized. I get […]
i hate my anxiety. i hate my mental illness. i can’t work because of it. working terrifies me. every time I’ve went to a job interview I’ve had a panic attack or have had to take an Ativan and have been to drugged to be lucid enough to be interviewed. the older i get and the less work experience i acquire the worse it will get. eventually I’ll be 30 applying for a job. and an employer will see my application and ask why a 30 year old has never worked before. and I’ll have to say its because I’m mentally ill. there’s a lot […]
It’s been so long.
Yet here I am, back where I started.
I can’t believe that a person could say this to me, with the knowledge that my brother is austistic…
“Respecting retards isn’t respectful. putting them out of their misery and doing them a favor, however… is.”
With that one sentence; that person has hurt me in every way possible.
He could have called me every name in the book: whore, dyke, ****, slut, *****, etc. and I wouldn’t have cared.
But having the balls to say that to me…to my brother…someone he doesn’t know….
How could someone say that?
How can they sleep at night knowing that by saying that they […]