Get Paid For
Using Social Sites!

Save Your Relationship
No Matter How Bad
Your Situation Appears

Stop Anxiety
and panic attacks

How to overcome
your powerty demons

LIFE SUCKS

Stories submitted by real people.

[Tell Your Story]

Categories:

Abuse  Addictions  Alcohol  Anger  Anxiety  Appearance  Attitude  Bad Luck  Childhood  Crime  Death  Disappointment  Drinking  Drugs  Environment  Failure  Family  Friendship  General  Health  Independent circumstances  Job  Justice  Juvenile problems  Life Story  Loneliness  Meaninglessness  Mistakes  Money  Philosophical  Poverty  Prank  Racial  Relationship  Religion  Reputation  School  Sexuality  Society  Sociopathy  Stepdad  Stepmom  Stress  Tragic Events  Unemployment  Violence  


Archive by Month:
July 2012
2012 June
2012 May
2012 April
2012 March
2012 February
2012 January
2011 December
2011 November
2011 October
2011 September
2011 August
2011 July
2011 June
2011 May
2011 April
2011 March
2011 February
2011 January
2010 December
2010 November
2010 October
2010 September
2010 August
2010 July
2010 June
2010 May
2010 April
2010 March
2010 February
January 2010
December 2009
November 2009
October 2009
September 2009
August 2009
July 2009
June 2009
May 2009
April 2009
March 2009
February 2009
January 2009
November 2008
October 2008
September 2008
May 2008
February 2008
January 2008


Ads:

Life

Posted by DanceL at April 9, 2012
Tags: 2012 April  Juvenile problems

Life is hard. Since I was born, all I have ever known was unimaginable misery and pain.

Okay, I'm center-stage. Time to explain a little about me.

You can call me "L". I am 18 and I live in London, England. I think shit started to hit the fan when I was around 6. My father had a lot of affairs whilst still with my mother, and in the end they divorced. My mother loved him with all her heart, and he took away everything- her desire to live, her shop, her hope and so on. When I was around 10-11, myself, my mother and my two brothers lived in a B&B. My father would literally beg for £5 so that she could buy us food, but my father would just give the phone to his (then) wife, and they would laugh at us. We were hungry.

Now, after settling in to various "homes", we have found a place. This place is a place where all hope and dreams are banished aside. The walls are crumbling, there's all these fucking mice living in our house, and all in all it looks like a tip. I have never brought ANY of my "friends" back to my house, simply to save the embarrassment.

At this time, my mother spawned another selfish brat. My mother drinks on a regular basis. All she does is drink, watch T.V, and claim money off the government.

Let's talk about friends and family now...

I have no "friends". Of course, I have people that I sometimes hang around with, get drunk with, do stupid fucking things with. But a friend is someone you can confide in- someone that would be there to offer there hand whenever you fell in some unearthly dark place. But no, they've all gone. They've fucked off to live their own fucking pretentious lives somewhere else. Seeya guys!

Now, I don't have what you would call a "family". I have explained enough about my mother, so let's continue with the other parent. He lives 150 miles away. I see him maybe once a month, when he can be bothered to get off his ass to see his kids. I do love you, but I will never love you the way a son loves his father. I'm sorry Da.

All of my other family are either dead or gone.

I have a twin brother. You'd think because we're twins, we have some "unbreakable bond", or a connection that brothers normally wouldn't have. I will tell you now- what a crock of shit. My brother is a selfish, ignorant and arrogant asshole who's only concern is to look as best as he can in front of his friends. When was the last time we sat down and talked? Or played Xbox together?

The only two people I know I can rely on are my step-brother and sister. Priya, I really do love you. I think you can see how fucked up I am, and I know you're trying to help. I want to thank you with all of my heart.

And Callum- my little 10 year old brother. He is the sweetest, most innocent prodigal child I have ever seen. I love you too lil' bro. Go kill those fucking Locust on Gears of War.

So, that's pretty much the basics. I have probably bored the fuck out of you, but simply, I don't give a fuck. Writing this has helped a little. I was on the edge today, and doing this has taken away some of my bad thoughts.

So that's it. If any of you are going through the same stuff as me, I will say this: As cliche as it sounds, don't give up. Life is easy. Life is hard. Life is full of death, despair, misery, loneliness, fucked up people are so on. But, ony YOU can change your fate. Not your mother, or your friends, or "God". It all all down to you. Don't bathe in your own pity waiting for a miracle to happen. Have some hope my friends, and one day everything will sort itself out. Things might not get better, but they'd certainly get easier.


Votes:


New Comment

Comments:
By anonymous at 09,Apr,12 21:25

thats awesome "go kill those fucking locust" that made my day better.


By anonymous at 10,Apr,12 02:18

I was you once.... I grew up in Wythenshawe. The most horrible council estate in Manchester. I left school ("secondary modern" it was called cos I failed the eleven plus) at 15 and started working for the Gas Board as a punch card operator. I hated going to work every day, it was dull and mindless. The only fun thing to do in my town was to piss "drink" your life away at the local pub. I just didn't fit in. I hated the pubs, I had no friends, I even disliked my mum and dad, so one day I got on a train to London, Gatewick, bought a one way ticket to New York for sixy five quid, and I've never looked back. Believe me, I was scared, but the fear seemed to kick my attitude into high gear. I worked as a waitress for two years and lived and shared an apartment with two other waitressess. Got my act together, and saved up enough money to go take part-time classes at a community college across the Hudson in New Jersey for Pet Grooming. Everything turned out fine. I married a really decent man (been together 35 years) had three terrific kids (all grown and gone now) bought my own grooming shop, and have managed to survive the good and the bad times by just simply dealing with it. Sometimes I think of that council house in Wythenshawe, and I cringe about the rising damp on the walls. The fights when my dad came home drunk from the pub. The terrible Christmasses we had with no food or toys cos my dad spent the dole money on pints of beer with his mates, and I think to myself...Yeah....Whatever doesn't kill ya, makes ya stronger....Good Luck, I wish you all the best.


New Comment