|Posted by anonymous at June 6, 2012|
I'm going to start off by saying that, I live in a black community which a black neighborhood. I gets robbed by them seems to be almost every fucking week. I calls the police but they seems to be not handling the situation. How many here hate black people. I lost my damn job, and girlfriend, I lost my girlfriend to one of those black sons of bitches. Apparently, she saw that black guys were better. I know I'm kind of not making sense right now but when you're mad as fuck, what can you do. Know what, I'm moving, moving from around these assholes.
|Posted by DeMarcus Tyrell Abdulla at May 10, 2012|
Yo peeps, I bees tired of all da white peoples out deer who tink dat us ghetto homies is a bunch of lazy asses. I gotsta tell ya dat I works hard, man I gets up aat da crack of dawn and rides my bycicle all over the block tryin to sell my crack. It bees some hard work, and I gots 5 baby mammas dat always wantin my money. Likes I say, I works hard until at least 1pm every day. I live wit my mamma and she like it cause aint no monkey ass gonna come up to her house and try to steal nuttin wit me here. I be hard. Just axe me fool. Man life is tuff in my hood. I went to da stoe ane a 40 oz OE cost me tree fiddy! And I gots ta buy huggies for all my babies. I only think day one be mine doe. My mamma made me come to da library ta look foe da job. I did an application for churches chicken. Maybe dey will call me. At least I could work around my favorite food. I hope dat I cans makes it into a better part of da hood soon. These bitches in my hood have cheap ass rims. I needs ta move on up likes George Jeffersons so dat I can steel some better rims yo. I hates my gangsta life, and crackers think I lazy? I just want to goes ta sleep and never wake up; Peace
|Posted by anonymous at May 8, 2012|
I'm stuck living in a neighborhood that is predominately black. Nothing could possibly suck any harder. You know it and I know it. There are a few that are ok enough but the majority of them fit every stereotype you can pop off the top of your head. Loud, obnoxious, violent, stupid, ill-mannered, aggressive, dirty, lazy, and deceitful. This used to be a nice place when I bought a home here a few years ago. Now I'm stuck in a home that no one will ever buy because BoonQueetha and her nine "chirruns" have decreased the property value to approximately the size of the average black IQ.
All of the nice neighbors who could move have done so. I was stupid and blind and believed that the nicer blacks were actually my friends, that my kids should grow up to be tolerant, and that it would enrich our family. WRONG! My wife is verbally and sexually harassed daily, my car and home have been vandalized, my children's bikes and toys have been stolen, our dog was poisoned, and last night our house was shot at! All I want to do is sell the house and move to a nicer neighborhood. I just feel so depressed and cheated. We worked so hard for this home and now we have to start all over.
|Posted by anonymous at April 22, 2012|
I live in the middle of no-whereton and I hate my life. I'm older than I should be, living with my parents, no friends, and I haven't even considered a romantic relationship in over six years. I have aquaintances, but I have so little in common with anyone around me that I can't seem to develope any of them into actual friendship. The major reason for this is that I suffer from crippling social phobia, major depression, and I think possibly peraniod schizophrenia. I percieve everyone as talking bad about me when they don't think I can hear them. No one I know will maintain any kind of eye contact with me. I become overwhelmed with my dispair to the point that it develops into rage where I break things. Not intentionally, just as a result of my lashing out. Every morning I wake up and dread living. I've been suicidal since I was 12 years old, but I can never go through with it. Not because I decide to carry on with life, but because I just can't bring myself to leave behind the family that hates me, but would miss me and blame themselves.
So I withdraw in hopes that people will eventually forget about me and I can die in peace, but then I decide to start saying goodbye and re-emerge for a while.
The thing is, that regardless of anything in my situation, I would be miserable. It doesn't help to know this though. If I had a thousand great friends, an actual job, and a loving, devoted, beautiful girlfriend I would be miserable; and my misery keeps me from pursueing a...
|Posted by anonymous at April 21, 2012|
My neighborhood is crawling with pervs, black market resalers, drug dealers and more! The perfect place to live right? That's what my parents thought, thanks mom and dad -_-. For every year I've lived in this neighbor hood ,there has probably been to many robberys to count and so many police calls out the wazoo that no one cares any more I.E. last week my drug dealing neighbors stole someones dog off the side of the road then accused my family of calling the ops on them. Geez I know their not reall social but they should really have some faith in their neghbors, any way getting of topic. A while ago my house was robbed and someone stol the truck my hand made rosary that my godmother/step grandmother gave me for my first communion almost all the money we had and our credit cards if that dosent suck then I don't know what does thanks for reading leave a comment for some advice on what I sould do to get out of this hell hole (I'm not yet old enough to move out I'm a teen) I have taken running away to consideration but maybe u guys in computer land have better suggestions
|Posted by Hood rat at March 22, 2012|
My problem is nothing compared to some here, but thought I'd share it anyhow. I live in a slum. Right now it is one in the morning and all I hear are arguments, and sirens. Twice last night, gunshots and ambulances. My neighborhood is known as the place to come to buy a variety of drugs and it seems like half the neighborhood has either a drug or drinking problem. I own my house and was happy to be able to find a house I could afford with no mortgage. I love my street in the morning and I am lucky that I have neighbors on both sides, but at night this neighborhood is just plain scary. It is full of drug dealers/addicts and prostitutes. They will steal anything that is not red-hot or nailed down. I have to be afraid to leave to work everyday, cause I am worried about my house. I have to park my car on the street and it is a miracle that nobody has smacked into my car while running from each other and the cops, when they show up. The nice weather is just bringing it all out earlier than usual. I can't sell my house, and I can't imagine who would want to rent here, that I would actually get rent from and wouldn't destroy the place. I can't afford to live anywhere else on my crappy job and too old to get another one. This is life in Cleveland Ohio, on the near westside.
|Posted by anonymous at February 29, 2012|
It wasn't enough that I had to grow up in the worst fucking era of the world, try the Soviet Union; Ukraine to be exact. In a small decrepit village so close to Russia you can hear the artillery in the backdrop and the marching of soldiers in their boots.
It wasn't enough that my brother and I risked dying of dehydration, starvation almost every day from our youth to our late teens. It wasn't enough to beat, steal, lie & cheat everything and from everyone just to get by.
It wasn't enough to get my teeth bashed in by the butt of a rifle just because I gave a "Peacekeeper" a smirk after he said something (this was by the way the only way I could communicate. I didn't learn how to read or write until I was almost 8 years old). It wasn't enough that I had the same pair of fucking clothes for almost a decade.
It wasn't enough was it? I finally get the fuck out of the worst place in the world, with a smile on my face for once. I try to start over, with someone who shares the same ideals, the same strengths, and weaknessess here in the North. I do everything in my power to give them a good life here.
I work, I clean, I love, I cry, I fail, I succeed. All of these things were just a simple prelude to this.
It wasn't enough to lose my job in hopes of getting a better job, it wasn't enough that the job was so fucking easy but they let me go on an error by their company. It wasn't enough that this area has no fucking jobs in walking dist...
|Posted by neighborhater at February 28, 2012|
I moved into my apartment about a year ago and since have been having problems with the people who live upstairs. They dont seem to know how to walk. They are only capable of stomping and running. They also like to be loud and either play music loud or the tv. the husband beats the shit out of his wife at least once or twice a week, sometimes more. they have a teen aged son who is a complete fucktard and a daughter who is autistic and cant talk. she grunts and just makes random noise. she obviously cant control that. there's constant banging and slamming. They also have an annoying little yapping dog that they're not supposed to have. I would call the cops or my landlord but I have to live beneath these people. So I really dont want to have to deal with them being my enemies but I dont know how much more I can take. Mind you Im not exactly the perfect neighbor to have to deal with myself but I try to be respectful as much as possible. I have kids who are out of control and I yell often but when it's late at night I do my best to stifle it. the place I moved here from I also live downstairs from people and also had problems with 2 out of the 3 sets of families that lived there during the time that I did. Im hoping to find a single family home next year but in the meantime Im wishing I could kill them all and get away with it.
|Posted by Gone2Hell at December 2, 2011|
I live in an "upscale" neighborhood where the houses are anywhere from $300 to $500,000. Last year the neighbor directly beside me rented out his house to a black family of four. I don't have anything whatsoever against blacks in particular but I don't like anyone who doesn't take care of their property! They constantly have their rap music blaring in their cars, don't cut the grass and don't own a weedeater. They allow newspapers to pile up in the driveway/yard. The property has gone down a lot since they moved in and obviously effects my property value.
Their garage faces the four windows of my bedroom. They come in/out at all hours and they MUST back their damn cars in! Wtf? They spend more than five minutes backing up, readjusting, backing up until they can get the car in the garage - in a space it was clearly not designed for. What's the point? Isn't is SO much easier to pull in the garage when you come home and back out, drive off when you leave? I just don't get it! Why do black folk have to back their cars in? Crazy! They don't consider their headlights blaring into my bedroom windows at all hours, the loud music which intensifies between two brick walls etc. I HATE THEM because they are inconsiderate idiots who could care less about the property they are renting much less the rest of us who actually own the houses here.
|Posted by She is prettier dead than she ev at October 25, 2011|
I'm 22 and Everyday I wake up and wonder what the hell I'm doing out of bed wishing why the fuck can't I just hurry up and kill myself already? I've flunked out of college due to my schizophrenic psychotic episodes and delusions, mixed with my bipolar that put me inpatient last year. As a result from going inpatient my father has disowned me and my entire family is somehow convinced I'm such a good attention whore of a liar that I've fulled various doctors and shrinks to get this diagnoses.
I have an older sister who I help babysit for sometimes, she owes me two hundred dollars or so and keeps avoiding to pay me. I'm about ready to give up on everything and not care anymore. Fuck the medical bills I have to pay fuck the banks. She thinks I'm a liar like my father does anyway. Thought sister's were supposed to support their younger siblings.
My mother believes me but really doesn't care. Too wrapped up in her drug abuse. I was lucky enough she let me move in a year ago when my father kicked my ass to the curb. I used to have a best friend, but now I'm not so sure... who felt more like a brother to me, now he's convinced I'm too "bat-shit crazy" to even consider helping anymore. So he's detaching himself from me to avoid my 'crazy'. I feel worse than I ever have before and ignoring the voices telling me to kill myself is getting harder and harder because they're getting really persuasive.
Some-days I eat a lot like a normal person and some ...
|Posted by anonymous at October 24, 2011|
If anyone has the patience to read this I will be surprised. I barely have the motivation to type it.
I am uncertain of where to begin. My life is a mystery to me. Currently I feel as the title describes, which is the prevailing emotional paradigm of my life. I feel as though I have no place in this world; as if I were foreign to it--alien to it entirely. I am about 25 years-old, and am a man/guy/boy (or whatever pronoun suits your perspective), of a healthy weight, and with an athletic build. I am of average height, and am told I am attractive, a sentiment I tend to agree with for the most part. I am told I am funny, fun-loving, and fun to be around, that I am intelligent and witty, et cetera. I am agnostic, and profoundly spiritual, but not in any traditional Western sense.
Most of the evil in my life seems to have been inflicted upon me from my environment, or from my feelings toward myself. My memory is quite incomplete, but I can tell you what I do recall with a degree of mental clarity. The youngest of three, my father apparently didn't love me, or want me around. I was nearly aborted because of the pressure his family put upon my mother, but due to her own circumstances, she didn't feel she could tolerate another abortion (she had one recently before my conception). My older brother and my father had a special bond, and my sister and mother shared a similar connection with one another. It wasn't that I was entirely left out, because my mother tri...
|Posted by Blue2k at October 10, 2011|
1. Illegal immigrants just got kicked out of the apartment complex I live in. When the maintenance man opened their room to clean, they found piss all over the walls and cockroaches all over, which has now spread through the whole complex like an infestation.
2. Really rude Indians scream from building to building while their children speak in foreign languages in the middle of the street, riding their plastic tricycles, unsupervised. Kids running around in buildings that their parents don't even reside. Buzzing everyone's apartment.
4. White trash screaming, and forcing their daughter to cry in the hallway. Trying to sneak a mastiff (huge dog) into their apartment to avoid paying the extra $50 a month (which didn't last long because the dog's non-stop barking disturbing neighbors)
5. Kids annoying residents. Knocking on doors and running away. Buzzing my apartment for me to let them in, because their parents don't feel like answering the door.
And yet, much much more!
|Posted by anonymous at August 22, 2011|
I keep trying to be positive and I find it very difficult. Always an outsider, like a dumbass I decided to go into a surgical residency. Yea, its definitely job security, but I'm one of very few woman, and even less black people that venture into this field. I am constantly around incredibly smart people who make me feel like a dumbass on a daily basis...and some are all too quick to remind me of it. I feel like I can't do anything right and am told constantly to have more confidence. I also get to watch as all of my friends go into relationships and plan weddings while I at the age of 29 can only claim one relationship lasting one year, in which the guy was cheating on me almost the entire time. I've spent the last 7 years with a guy who "doesn't want to be in a relationship" and try desparately not to sink back into my suicidal laiden teenage years all while getting 3-4hrs of sleep a night. I keep thinking things will be better when I can get my dog back...he's safe with my parents, but I really miss him and it's not helping things.
|Posted by soldier boy at May 19, 2011|
lets see born into a broken home taken away from broken home mom drinks and is crazy, i drink and am crazy thought that the army would teach me to be a man. realize that i have pissed away every opportunity in life away. am only 21 one screw up and i am homeless never got close to people period because of unknown metal issues. likely to be another vet/former foster youth in the never ending cycle of homeless and prison seriously considering giving it all up and drinking myself to death by any way possible. no dreams or aspirations anymore. man it really sucks and i don't care that is the part that scares me.
|Posted by anonymous at April 19, 2011|
well i am just another 18 year old wasted youth anthoer unemployed boy and anther rebel.
i dont get it.. I have a car,girls say i am cute with blonde hair.
I am not over wieght,infact im in shape.
I am a skateboarder,musican,and artist. plus many more cool hobbys.
i do as much drugs as hunter.s.thompson.
I feel drugs are a lifestyle which i enjoy.
I am not amazingly intelligent but i do tend to have deep philosophical discussions.(at least on acid)
I enjoy people who share the same interests as me or do things interesting with there time. I like indie girls and and alterntive people aswell.
I dropped out of high-school at 16 and got my ged after being kicked out of many schools. I am currently trying to raise money for further training in electronic music,and i am not a virgin.SO you would think my life is awsome..BUT the thing is
I live in a horrible town with nothing to do. all the kids here are trash or wanna be thugs. There are no kids that do productive and interesting things when they get high,and there are no girls i find interesting as-well.EVERYONE HERE IS A HUMANIOD and its horrible. I am lonely and i want to find my group..which i no is out there somewhere..I get jumped for spiting the truth when walking around drunk and stupid.I have to watch my back even when i dont do anything. MY whole life iv been picked on even though i am a pretty cool person. I think its because im not part of high-school drama and the whole mainstre...
|Posted by Du Ma at March 27, 2011|
My fucking life has been inbalanced ever since I was a toddler. My mom left me after a few years she brought me into this world and dad wasn't really around for most of my childhood to teenage life.
I fled Vietnam with my aunt when I was 5 years old. I arrived in America in 1986. From then, I was pretty much living with different relatives every few years. My relatives welcomed me to their home but I never felt that equality in their homes.
With lack of love and attention from my family I begin to lose my direction in life. I begin to hang around with the wrong crowds and begin to commit crimes in my early teens. Robbery , bugulary , battery , shooting, selling drugs ... I've done it before I even turned 18. I did what it took to provide and proof myself to friends and the streets.
After I did some jail for a crime I got caught up with. I then realized that I was going no where and had nobody.. no strong support and I was especially sick with the life I was living. I always felt angry no matter when, where or who I was surrounded by.
I met my girlfriend , now wife at the age of 18. With her encouragements, I Then begin to self rehabilitate myself and got a legitimate job. I did my best to do right but for some reason I would always be surrounded by negative people. Even my wife's family was ghetto. I always felt that negative energy... I always surrounded by drug dealers and dope-fen. Almost all of the people I knew then used drugs.....
|Posted by FedUp at March 15, 2011|
Iowa sucks. My life sucks. It has for two decades now. I keep clinging to the hope that it will get easier and my dreams will come true; but working two crappy jobs and living in the middle of UGLY cornfields (MUD, since it's winter and the retarded farmers tilled it so more topsoil can erode into the Mississippi and/or blow in the wind since there's practically no trees to act as windbreakers, let alone any other wildlife) makes it depressing to go outside in the either too hot/cold/windy/stormy weather.
My jobs suck because I don't have a degree (but then, my boyfriend graduated from prestigious private college suma kum laude ..sp?... and his jobs suck too.) we both work two jobs so we can make enough money to pay our bills and maybe save up to get the hell outta here...until something breaks!!! Ugh! I can't STAND the ppl at my part-time job!!! A bunch of LOSERS!!! why do so many people here use drugs?!? I'm talking meth, not merely pot. 96% uses pot regularly. I wish more random drug tests would occur so these "people" lost their jobs. There's plenty of DECENT people looking for work. Then at my other job, before I got depressed, people were annoyed by me because I'm happy? WTF....why is negativity contagious but a positive attitude just breeds contempt in others and a will to destroy your life?!? I hate people. I hate it here. I want to move west closer to the Pacific Ocean....where people are more like-minded with me (on a good day...)
|Posted by Rikki at September 2, 2010|
I live i venezuela that pretty much says it all. You cant afford to buy anything and you always get robbed or murdered on the streets. Cant afford my own place or car even though i work 15$/h, so i have to stay with my mom who i hate. Thing is im 20 and never had a single friend or girlfriend. I was always alone in my school with no one to talk to just people always mucking me everyday. Ive never been to a party cuz ive never been invited and never had any form of social life, still dont, i go to college now and im still alone, its hell everytime i have to go and watch how everyone has friends and gf and i got no one, its funny how everyone has friends in this world, every single person, and i dont, bet you dont know anyone who has never have a social life at all in their entire life. Want to suicide so bad, but in my religion you would go to hell if you do so. lol r u fking kidding me? so im suposed to just stay here and suffer i guess
|Posted by not-so-good-at-much at August 23, 2010|
Si most of my life I have spent alone. There are people around but Im still alone. When I was one my mother abandoned me at the babysitters. My father found me a week later but then he abandoned me at Grandmas house. At 9 my mothe came back and stole me from grandma. She didnt really even want mem she only wanted the extra welfare money to support her drug habit. As I got older her druggie friends were always around (prostitutes and crack heads, pimps and drug dealers) and the men were pigs. I caught them cooking crack in the kitchen and I got hit. There cooking dope and I get smack for walkin in my kitchen. Her peice of shit friend tried to turn me out but I ran, never saw her again. She died 4 years later and I never got to say goodbye. My baby was only 3 months old and she was the only good thing I ever did.
Im married now, happily for 13 years, or so I thought. He doesnt want me anymore. Another one tossing me aside as if I were just trash. He will leave me, they always do because I am the one that is noy so good at much, but at least I try. I count the days til my baby gorl can take care of herself so I can end this miserable so called life. I am tired of being scared all the time, I am tired of worrying that they will leave, I am tired....
|Posted by oliverplt at August 4, 2010|
Life does suck alot of the time. I have a masters degree work for the government and a retail store. I book over 60 hours a week, sometimes over seventy just to get by and pay the bills. I lost 2 jobs in the recession, I had to move away from the town I lived in for 5 years. My boyfriend of eight years moved there to be with me and after I lost my first job I had to move away and find another job. WE hardly ever get to see each other or talk. he probably will never marry me. I am getting old (ok...thirty now) and want to have kids...or do I in this crazy world. One sister is an ex heroin addict of 4 years, another sister and her husband are cocaine addicts...my two older sisters mind you. My brother is having psycotic episodes...everyone thinks I am crazy.....I am a workaholic, I want life to work out good, but I keep working at a pace that is tearing me down and I fear that I am getting nowhere. The current is anything, is knocking my back three yards a minute and I am doing everything in my power to keep my head above the water and breath. I am running low on energy and am afraid that I may drown at any moment. I can't breath and have anxiety attacks more and more frequently.. I think I need professional help, but can't find any time to even breath. I am an empath and take on everyone else energy and that really sucks when you are around pissed off, angry, judgemental people. My head swirls and now my stomach and heart hurt all the time. I can't sleep. I am hoping it will one day get better...
BUT IN THE BACK OF MY MIND I KNOW THAT MY LIFE IS BETTER THAN SO MANY AND I MUSt REMIND MYSELf to BE GRATEFUL.
I am not sure if there is a GOD. I am afraid of the water I drink, that food I eat and everything else because of chemicals we had infested everything with. Life is grand.