|Posted by i hate my life at June 8, 2014|
Well first off I want to say as of June 7 2014 I am 14 and my birthday SUCKED DICK!
How most my days go: wake up, eat, get bitched at, get hit then bitched at more, attempt suicide (then get stopped by fuckin parents), go to sleep
What my friends are like: Hardly any and only one of them I have met in person and another who is almost like a exact copy of me they are real nice thou
What my family is like: Grandad: A fuckin bitch Brother: Autistic (dad acts like he never does anything wrong he is 2 years older than me)Granma: a lot better than my granddad and brother Dad: Never met him he is in jail for life Mom: was very nice but died when I was 5 2 weeks before my 6th birthday :'(
My view on people and the world: Fuck 98% of you
What I think of myself: Hardly anyone loves me and I am worthless and never should of lived (doctors said I had a 0% chance of living) but God must of had a good reason for me living (to take care of my brother probably)
So who thinks my life sucks also if you are like me and want to chat please email me at TMCClub@live.com also if you have any advice on how I can improve my life please email me
|Posted by LH at May 5, 2014|
Well, it's 2 years later and it is my son's 9th birthday. I am still brokenhearted for him. It's ridiculous. He has severe quadriplegic cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, microcephaly, etc. He is like a 5 month old baby. Now I am suicidal. I won't kill myself because I don't want to leave him to who-knows-what. But he is so severely disabled that nothing improves his condition. I hate myself and want to die.
|Posted by D-N0 at August 5, 2013|
1987 DUI #1. Blew 0.18 I had that one coming! 1997 Having a manic episode that had been on going for about 2 to 2 1/2 week prior to the arrest. Working 2nd shift I would get up get my son 5 at the time ready for school and then when he was done with school he would get on a bus and got to a sitters I would pick him up after work. Well Nov 18th 1997 after work I didn't pick him up I felt his life was in danger. I thought I was being followed and that they was after my son. I went home couldn't sleep all night. Around 8am. I went and told my land lord he was a racist because the weekend prior to me having a full blown manic episode his daughter was sitting my son and when I came home my house was full of her personal belongings and she proceeded to tell me her day my land lord had kicked her out for going to prom with a friend that was Mexican. It's wasn't even a date she just didn't get ask to prom and decided to go with a friend. Anyhow, back to Nov. 19th I take off for Arkansas for some reason I felt I needed a break and my sister lives there. I live 90 miles west of Chicago. So I tell my land lord off get in the car and head south. I am laughing and crying and not knowing what is wrong. Somehow, I get lost on a trip I have taken more than 20 times. I end up north of Chicago drive thru a schools lawn and enter the school disrupt some classes and end up in the principals office. Police arrive and I am arrested. I was taken to the hospital and they used a DUI kit on me. I ...
|Posted by ME at July 9, 2013|
I live with a totall POS. My wife acts like a man, is not feminine at all and verbally attacts me, puts me down, is negative as all get out, wants to debate about everything, on top of being a whiner, complainer and one who gossips about others. She either works or is on Facebook, hides pics and text on her phone and computer. Get this, when I'm in the rest room taking care of business, she can hear me getting toilet paper and tells me to stop using so much. This is coming from the same idiot who used to share her tooth brush with boyfriends and has had STDs, crabs, even been pregnant. Constantly has yeast infections and wonders why I havent touched her in years or wonders why I'm not interested in eating her out. I blammed myself and even said I had issues getting it up so I didnt hurt her feelings and so I didnt have to be in such a disgusting state....NEWSFLASH!!!! I'm not attracted to you, nor do I trust you!!! Take a hint
|Posted by dumbassdad at June 16, 2013|
Mothers day 2013, get up early, make breakfast for 4 kids and Mom, clean up dishes, load up 4 kids and the wife in the SUV and take them to the Beach / Boardwalk for the day. Dinner for 6 aat a 4 Star ressstaurant and get home at 10 pm. Cost 500.00. Didn't even get laid that night. Fast forward to today, Fathers Day 2013. Woke up early, family slept in until 11 am. No one even made fucking coffee or wished me a Happy Fathers Day after they woke up. At noon I was asked what 8 wanted to do today and I replied I don't know. Hell, the day was half gone. Then I was accused of not wanting to do anything so the wife and younger daughters left at 1 pm for the afternoon leaving me alone at home. Teenage sons disappeared at 12 and haven't heard shit. Here I sit at 4 pm alone in my home with 2 generic cards from the wife and kids and a fucking cheap ass bbq apron from the dollar store left in the kitchen. Fathers Day my ass. I already feel like a fucking door mat and a paycheck, but the blatand disregard and lack of respect for me one fucking day out of the year in unconciounable. I won't be here next fucking Fathers Day I can god damn guarantee you. Plans and implementation for my exodus are in the works.
|Posted by anonymous at March 22, 2013|
my name is kc.I am 13 yrs old .my mom yells at me all the time and my brother abuses me.I was born with bipolar disorder and have attempted suicide 7 times.the only thing tht keeps me goin is my current bf.everyone hates me for some reason.I was almost raped but escaped. The person who tried to rape me was my so called bff.can u hlp me?
|Posted by mary at February 15, 2013|
I am 54, obese woman who goes to bed at night hoping I won't wake up. I think about killing myself all the time but have a family and wouldn't want them to suffer. I have been depressed for as long as I can remember. I have been in therapy for the majority of my life and have tried most anti depressants with no success. My youngest son has stolen most of my deceasts mothers cherished jewelry and it has broken my already broken heart. When I was younger I felt there was hope that things would change and I would overcome my depression. I now know that some people are too damaged to change. I have spent my whole life feeling bad and the idea of having to spend the rest of my life like this is unbearable and yet that is my fate... Unless I die in my sleep!
|Posted by Tanishia Smith at February 13, 2013|
My daughter died on 1-6-2013 from a bad asthma attack. I picked her up from daycare on my moms birthday. We were on our way to my sisters house to pick her up for the party when my daughter said she couldnt breathe. I thought it was just another acute asthma attack so i gave her some puffs of her inhaler. But she kept saying mom i really cant breathe. This had happened before so I rushed to my sisters house (I ran every light on the street). I made it there and my daughter kept saying I cant breathe. We gave her the breathing machine and called 911. She collapsed 5 minutes later and started foaming at the mouth. I had no idea she was dieing. My sister did C.P.R until the ambulance arrived. It took them forever to get there we kept calling and calling. When they arrived they tried to save her but my baby died. I still cant beleive it. It feels like a knife cut my heart open. It hurts. I feel so guilty because I didnt save my baby. I wish everyday I would have driven to the hospital. But the hospital was twenty minutes away. My daughter was only 9 years old. No one can beleive it. I have two other kids and most days I hate waking up. I cry all day it feels like im having a heartache. I wish my baby was still here. I think about taking my own life. I dont know what to do.
|Posted by anonymous at February 1, 2013|
I was so depressed on new years day that I decided to kill myself. I took myself to the ER because I was out of control and they placed me on an involuntary hold in the psych ward (5150). I was scheduled to discharge on the 7th, but my fiancee visited me to end our relationship that day so they held me until the 8th. I discharged on the 8th, which was my 27th birthday, and had to go directly to class. My fiancee moved out, so I am alone in our home now with our cats and it's a disaster. I am withdrawing from university because this is too much to handle right now, so I have to push back my graduation. But since my fiancee and I aren't getting married this summer anymore it's not as bad I guess. My mom called me tonight saying she wants to have a heart to heart about our mental illnesses, but she can't tonight because she's too drunk. The stress is unbelievable, it's so thick I can taste it.
|Posted by anonymous at July 20, 2012|
As a young child, i watched my parents murdered before my very eyes. Thomas and Martha (my parents) were walking home from the Monarch Theater one night with me, when we were held up at gunpoint by a mugger who demanded the pearl necklace that my mother was wearing. When when my father refused to surrender it, both he and my mum were shot dead in the streets :\.The killer was a criminal known as Joe Chill who was quite notorious round those parts at the time although he got his justice. Fortunately, my physician and social worker Leslie Thompkins was making a house call that night, and arrived to give me the loving comfort to the traumatized 10 year old me. I decided early that I would never take a life. Right around the time I decided that I wanted to live. It wasn't an arbitrary decision and it was more than moral. It's about identity. As long as you can choose that, choose who you are in the world... you can choose to call yourself sane.
I was then raised at my Manor estate as i had pretty succesfull parents, so we could afford those luxuries, with the help from my loyal butler i was cared for into my adulthood where he still serves me today but on a more...fatherly role. I had very few friends during my childhood, none if im totally honest, that can also be said for today as i dont trust anyone, not even my closest of ''friends'' theres this one ''friend'' who thinks he's totally indestructable but thats BULLSHIT! ive got plans just incase he thinks hes too good ...
|Posted by anonymous at July 12, 2012|
I am about to be 28, trying to make it at a prestigous graduate school, but got sick and had to return home to my family while I recover. I am not sure I will be able to finish, because my grad school is in NY, and I get sick from the stress of NY lifestyle as I am from a rural town originally. I am not sure I can afford the loans needed to finish grad school and might need to drop out even though I have straight A's. My hair started to fall out from getting sick and I am not rich and cannot afford the loans.
My longtime girlfriend who I am madly in love with and have done everything I could for her, won't speak to me currently because she is out of state, and would rather marry someone with more money than me, even though we love each other. She told me so.
I am 28 and living with my mom who has been diagnosed with a mental disorder that drives me insane, and my dad has been called a deadbeat, they cannot help me at all, and I cannot finish affording school to spend my whole life what I was trying to do.
I currently only have one friend that answers my calls, I am all alone since my girlfriend is going through a hard time in her life and secluded herself, and won't speak to me at all, leaving me heartbroken on top of it.
|Posted by luckyforlife at July 12, 2012|
Abuse. Pain. Being laughed and bullied by people I know and don't let alone by my own family. I've had all of it, my life has been breif for I am only 12,.. and all my memories. When I was little like 7yrs old I can remember my dad smashing my head into a wall yelling at me,and when I was 5yrs old my sister was hurting me and my mom saw her do it, I can remember looking at my mother with tears and she looked strait at me and didn't care. A lot of times I used to ,and sometimes I still do, go to sleep crying asking God why waz I put on earth, then I read the articles writen by other people on this site and I feel bad for them because I know how it feels I know what its like to. be laughed at by class mates and so called friends and even family and how it feels to want to die, and what its like for your family to not accept you, it hurts dosent it,some times I would go to bed contemplating weather I should take a knife and kill my self and I used to lock my self in a room and cut my self with scissors not enough to bleed but for it to hurt, the cuts are all heald now except for two deep ones, one in my wrist and one in my heart. Unlike a real cut in the skin instead of a bandaid the theoreticle injury in the heart needs love, something a lot of us don't feel we have. But in truth we do have it but we have it to give we don't have what is soposed to be given (refering to the people with fucked up lives like me). So I'm going to give my love to you guys out there who don't th...
|Posted by Anony-Mouse at July 12, 2012|
I hate my life because of the fact that every time I try to get somewhere or go after my dreams, I get shut down. This is an example of something that actually happened to me:
-Joined a company selling laptops and made about $2,000 my first week off a sale
-Got a great girlfriend who was the first girl I ever fully felt safe with and connected with on such a level
-Got away from my emotionally and sometimes physically abusive mother who hates me because I'm transgender
-Got two jobs
-Finally bought a moped after years of taking the bus
-Moved out on my own and lived rent free with my girlfriend's coworker
Then my life happened:
-Company turned out to be a scam and involved with credit card fraud. Now I owe $2,000 to collections even after fighting my case.
-Girlfriend dumped me after a month to marry the man I was living with for his money.
-Had to move back in with mom because I couldn't find work and lost all my money taking the city bus to apply to jobs. She literally takes every chance she can to belittle me and remind me how much she does not care for me.
-Lost my previous two jobs even the one that my boss said he'd rehire me for
-Moped broke down on the way to girlfriend's house. Apparently the guy I bought it from completely messed up the wiring and two different mechanics couldn't fix it.
I hate my life. There are so many things that I want to do and I am working so hard to do the...
|Posted by Georgie at July 12, 2012|
Hello fellow life dwellers of the moment
Well first of all how i stumbled across this website ? I was actually googleing the definition of shit sucks because at the time that is how I was seeing things.
This year i moved from my home town of 18 years to venture to a new bigger place. In order for me to move I had to have direction in order for this i enrolled to do a course I was unsure if it was even what I wanted to do. Its ended up being really hard but I need to stick it out and I was very lucky to have got a casual job as a Pizza Cook as-well however the job is also very fast paced and I seem to make mistakes left right and center. I've had one sickness after another since moving here. Every time i leave the house clouds come out of nowhere and it starts raining. I seem to loose all items of importance and manage to somehow miss out on important events for instance my course orientation. I've yet to make one friend so far and between putting myself out there constantly, going to work and my course i'm beginning to wonder if it's even possible to make friends once you graduate from school. None seems to miss me and upon my new found loneliness i foolishly went back to my cheating ex to only be ditched after a week for him finding another girl. My finacial situation is that I live from pay check to pay check money going on food/rent and medical things from getting sick. On top of these things I have no sellfasteem left and constantly feel like a failure. Can someone please out there help me to put things into perspective or share wisdom from their experiences.
|Posted by lizliz at July 12, 2012|
I am 22 i got married a couple of months ago but we werent living together, now he doesnt even want to talk to me and he is talking to other girls, all my friends are gone, i live at home with my parents i have no car and no job, i feel like all i need is someone to talk to cuz i never leave my house and i still love him but he doesnt love me back. i feel like i wish i had a friend and i feel so lonely all i do is sleep. i try to text him and call him but he ignores me.hat should i do? im gonna end up something stupid if i dont get help because i cant take it anymore i have no life and no one wants me around
|Posted by Livi at July 11, 2012|
Im only 16 but im always lonely my family cant see my pain and wont understand i hate all my friends all of them are liars and every day i spend my time alone and every day i wish i had someone to talk to and every day i wish someone would hold me and kiss me like the mean it like they love me i hate falling asleep alone i dont even have dreams my mind is numb my life is numb i am alone and every day i pray for it to end and every day starts and ends the same every day i am alone
|Posted by anonymous at July 11, 2012|
Let me tell you guys my story now. I'm male, 16. I was born in a small city in Brazil. I'm not poor. I'm from an upper-mid-class family. Then I moved to the capital of my district, which is quite big, when I was 4. I started going to school normally and made some new friends.
One day, when i was going back from school, the father of my best friend bought me an ice cream and invited me to go to his house, so we could play video-games and these things. So i did it - went to my friend's house and it was a lovely afternoon. We ate candies, played PS1... it was perfect. I couldn't be happier. Then this started to get frequent. And my friend's dad sometimes did massage at me and my other friends too that came by his house. But with me it was differente. Everytime he did this massage in me was kind of erotic, and he put hands at my genitals and these things.
I was a small kid at that time with like 6 or 7 years old. I had a notion about what was sex already, but still couldn't understand all that. Then things started to get more serious and he was REALLY abusing myself (not just touching but blowjob etc), almost every weekend.
I didn't tell this to anyone. I kept it to myself, and to be honest, I liked it. This is the part where everyone is gonna judge me for it. You don't know what was to be in the same place as me, and i thought it was normal. I really did thought it was normal these kinds of things happening to me.
This kept going for m...
|Posted by anonymous at July 11, 2012|
I have destroyed my own life, along with some others. I'm not going to blame anyone else for my mistakes-- they we're simply there to influence me but my choices were my own. I was misguided. But I've always been that way. My nature and my impulses were always to self destruct- tear apart what was good- back myself into an emotional hole.
My sob story starts off like a lot of others. I was a reasonably extroverted child who liked acting and reading ''lesson'' stories about kids getting their heads stuck through playground bars in primary school. Pretty much, I was shy - a contradiction to my borderline extroversion. I always had a self-sufficient nature and was not at all trusting, which has been a strength in my life as much as a weakness. I felt - and still feel, sometimes - like I wasn't meant to be born in the time period I was in, like God misplaced me here. I also always felt the pull of some sort of destiny I needed to fulfill in my life, something I needed to find. All of these emotions I had at a young age.
But I was spoiled and robbed of the majority of my childhood innocence when I was told of my father's mistakes. He cheated on my mother with a 16-year old boy. And all because I'm HIS daughter, my mother and her own mother have always been very cruel to me and treated me like the freak of the family. A lot of the time, I didn't even understand what was going on-- but the repercussions were horrible. I didn't have a strong relationship with my moth...
|Posted by Underneathitall at July 11, 2012|
My mother and I are fighting for custody of my nephew. He was born to a mother who never really gave a shit about him. Now she has a new son who was born addicted to suboxone and was in NICU for a month. That's when we filed. No one seemed to care-in our state it's apparently not a crime to show up at the hospital high to give birth to a baby. They put him on morphine to help w/the w/drawals. They have already given her back the baby (their attitude is, well she's clean now!). Today the court ordered my 3 year old nephew back to her. She lives w/someone who gave her the drugs, beats her (but she never files charges so nothing seems to stick). He tells us everyday not to leave him, he doesn't want to go home No One Cares. The deadbeat boyfriend is a convicted child abuser and has 4 kids (all being raised by ex-wives) and refused to take domestic violence classes and still won. Fuck this world, forced sterilization I'm all for it. I can't think about the day they will take him I will break down.
|Posted by Kate at July 10, 2012|
I wouldn't even have visited this page if it weren't for my dad . I'm an Indian - a high society south Indian . Back at home , we live in a relatively underdeveloped land . Except the scenic beauty , there is nothing much enticing there . My dad happens to be the ideal man around back at home land . People practically worship him there . But behind the closed curtains of home , he is an in curable sadist and male chauvinist pig . As far as I remember , he has treated my mother like trash and us kids like he has hated us forever . I don't remember a single word of love or endearment from him . Considering the fact that many think we live a happy life at home - this is pathetic . I had high grades in school , topped the whole state , but he never let me pursue my dreams . He let me do my studies in an evening school - i had to watch on when other friends who were less talented and less smarter than me achieved greater success in life . He orders us around . Think that we are creatures of devils and sluts who will throw themselves at the feet of other men If we are let loose . He doesn't let us go out . Does not allow us to work and pretends like he is the best family man outside , talking of religion all the time. I hate seeing his face .
My house is designed In a way that I am forced to see his face at least twice a day - not to mention , he beats us up like dead snakes with leather belt at his mercy . I dream of running away to a new life . But he has hampered my confidence In such a way that I feel I am useless any more .
And now , he is going to force me to marry men who are older - I'm barely 21 and he wants me to marry men who are 29 and 30 - men whom I haven't evenly before , this is what sadist Indian fathers do . I'm stuck in a hell hole and I am thinking .