Im gonna miss you… im realy sad… i still hope u gonna change your minde. Im sitting on my balcony at night,listening to qruickets and thinking of you. No matter what you did you are a nice guy…
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Thank you for reading my text because I feel totally alone right now. I grew with a rageful alcoholic mother who turned all her self-degregation on me. I always felt like a doll not a person and she was so very very scary–could slice with her words in a way that made you feel like nothing at all. But, I was well-liked at school and in sports– I tried so hard to be good. When I was a teenager, my father wrote me a letter telling me that I wasn’t worthy of being their daughter anymore. I had tried so […]
Hey everyone !
I guess I just need some place safe to share my story before I put an end to it.
I am almost 18 now and since the day I was born I never found anything that was worth living for.
My dad used to beat up my mom , so I would stay with my grandma sometimes , so that I didn’t have to witness it. Growing up my mom ended up finding a way to escape with me and my brothers.
We were okay for a while…
My dad didn’t care about me anymore , and I had serious self esteem issues. […]
YAY!! Again I was fooled by the empty promise which is…. actually scrap that, I won’t be dramatic about this, I will be plain and simple. And tell things just the way they happened. Just after that vicous attack on my mom, FINALLY! SAFETY! I thought, we were moving into the our new house on friday, without dad! WOOO! well that was until the other family started to get involved, moms parents didn’t give to hoots about what the hell she did, never did never will, UNTIL! she says shes moving to get SAFETY! SAFETY are you following? Then and only then do they decide […]
I honestly don’t know where to begin. I know this isn’t where I thought I would be, at 34. Writing an anonymous blog about how the scope of my life suddenly seems meaningless.  I’m tired of smiling on the outside when I’m crying on the inside. I’m tired of helping people through all their misery and pain, yet they forget to help me when I’m in need. I’m tired of work, and the stress it has caused me — but I’ve gone too far. I’m too accomplished that leaving would cause all the would-be supporters to clamor, “you’re such an idiot for throwing away your career.” […]
I just don’t see the use of living anymore. I’ve had 4 breakdowns and each one gets worse. Nobody understands. I don’t have money so the only therapy I got was a grad student in psych. He’s a nice guy but not enough to scrap me off the wall. People say suicide is about wanting to end the pain, not so much about wanting to end your life. But I’m always in physical and emotional pain and yeah, I want it to end. BUT when you can’t get the help you need to get better, why fight it anymore? […]
I’ve decided to go to work today. I haven’t been there since Tuesday. I woke up today so sore and stiff that it took me 15 minutes to pry myself out of bed. My head hurts, and once again I was unable to eat anything. That makes it two days without a decent meal..
I feel my anxiety kicking in. Although I’ve worked there for over a year. I know my staff very well, and I get along with each and every one of them. I have multiple repeat customers that I am able to talk to. Life, and weather, and entertainment. I like my job. […]
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This is my first time doing something like this. Not sure why I’m doing it, but yeah.
I’m 20 and live in England. Ever since I was young I’ve been different. I’ve always had a different outlook on life, and people, and so on. I try to be a nice guy, just like everybody else, but people never seem to do the same. I’m quite an anti-social person, so there’s that, but I always have time for people if they need me and never close the door on anyone – until they walk all over or something equally depressing.
Like most people on here (I imagine), I’ve […]
I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.
I met a guy. He was really nice. But as soon as I friended him on facebook, he never talked to me again. I didn’t  understand what I did so wrong. I don’t get why he judged me by the way I look. I already know I don’t look very good, and my self esteem isn’t very high. Wait, that was a lie. I don’t HAVE self esteem. But because of that, I don’t know if I can even think I look pretty anymore. All I want is a nice guy to like me for me. But apparently they don’t exist nowadays. I […]
Hello, space mariners. Or maybe aliens or innocent bystanders. I’m almost alone on this planet sometimes. I’m not used to write or chat in this language, so be merciful if I’m making some awful mistakes.
Today I feel a little bit pathetic than usual. But I don’t think about cutting myself or jumping from eighth’s floor. I don’t know why.
I can go on with my live. It’d boring or interesting, or maybe even  funny sometimes.  Or I can stop it.
Both choices are equal for me sometimes.
I want to cry, but i cannot. I want to cry and whimper in someone’s arms. But there is nothing but […]
Hi all i’m new.
I just want to have a little rant about a psychological term known as projection and if anyone has to unfortunately spend time around anyone who does this.
I have a pretend friend that i have known for around 15 years, he used to be a great lad however, he changed in character very suddenly and started to become more secretive with his thoughts.
Before this happened he would always have his worries about fitting in in some way or another it seemed like he just didn’t know who to be….identity crisis maybe.
Anyways, mentions of always feeling like he was the back of the […]
Im in love with a girl. She’s gorgeous, funny, and just fun as shit to be around. I love her more than ive ever let her on to know. I love her beyond just a physical attraction. I want nothing but happiness and good things for her, even if im not the one to bring those things to her. I want to die, i really do…. But im just not sure how it will affect her. Im sure she’ll be fine. Im probably just a footnote in her life anyway. Just a nice guy that she liked for a little while and then moved […]
Women seem not to like me. Middle school all the way to now they have tormented me. They make fun of the way I walk, the way I look and the way I socialize with others. Now I have been raised around women. My mom and 2 of my 3 sisters were in my life and from them I have learned alot. I respect women and I open doors for all of them. I ask them how they are doing and how they are feeling. No matter how nice I am I never get anything but tormenting in return. There is a girl that makes me […]
Everyday of my life is to please everyone else. But for every fake smile i put on my face to fool the stupid people i see, the more i die inside. I cant take it anymore. Being the “nice guy” never helped me with anything. I always have girls tell me “You’re way to nice”, and i ask “Is there something wrong with that?”, and they always say “Nah, i just wish i had a guy like you”. Well why dont they ever want me? They always say they want a nice guy, but then they go after the big douche bag that treats her […]
I am new to this. I don’t want to talk to my friends or family because they will worry I might do something stupid. And I will be honest, the thought has crossed my mind. But the real issues are how I continually get into a situation where I care SO MUCH about someone and they end up using me for my generosity and my kindness. Omg I could write a freaking book! I am just so tired of being the nice guy when all everyone else sees you as a welcome mat. Oh hi, you’re convenient, I’ll be nice til I wear you down […]
I’m 23 years old, and i go to school to become an architect someday. I chose it because, well, drafting and mediocre skills in drawing are the only things that i can do naturally. Other than that i’m a total looser, like for real. When someone close to me once asked why i chose architecture i answered, but just because it was a really close person to me- my step grandfather, so it was a really honest answer, because all my life i couldn’t have anything i wanted: not a bycicle not a toy but only things that were from someone, my family is poor […]