It feels like I died and no one told me. As if a cog imploded and I in my sweet ignorance just continued on my merry way. It hurts with and without the medication. There is no relief. How do people even do this. I rally and step forward only to lose the strength to stand. Am I someone’s idea of amusement, perhaps? A failed experiment of some kind, decaying ever so slightly. Nothing a little spit won’t fix. I’m tired. So tired now. Have I paid my dues yet? I’ve lived enough. Let it end… Please.
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15 years old and havin a shitty life im adopted my bio mom name is karen my bio dad michael left right after i was born i moved around alot my mom was always with abusive men and into sex drugs and drinking dcfs had to get involved when my mom was with this one man who physically abused me and shook me till i fell unconsciousness and i was only two years old i nearly died sometimes now i wish i did i was supposed to to me i sometimes think im gunna end up the exact same way as my momn middle school […]
I am 60. I survived being hit by a bus on a freeway; broadsided by a construction truc, run over by a car and then falsely accused of numerous felonies for which were dismissed, but ruined my reputation, I lost my license to work as a counselor and live with a plea for “attempting” to do something which now I see makes no sense. Â I was suffering from Graves disease, down to 88 pounds and alone.
Anyway, after investigation, it was found that this horrendous accusations were made by jealous women who needed money to break the joint tenancy on my home after my late tenant […]