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my life.

Posted by chris at July 20, 2010
Tags: Attitude  2010 July  Juvenile problems

well I was a fat kid from the beginning so that did get me off to a very good start.
I was bullied at primary school for being fat, now I am in high school and people from my old school are still with me but they all remember what I used to be like even though I am now 15 and I am no longer fat but still have a tainted name, so my social life couldn't be any worse at the moment.

My parents are separated and I can't deal with it.

Most of my relationships that I have had which is not many, I have always managed to fuck up one way or another and the one girl I have a thing for at the moment well it just won't happen for reasons I won't explain, and it's just cutting me deeper and deeper because I love her, I will always love her, readers may think that I will eventually move on but you just don't understand this one.

So, I'm fifteen, fit and healthy, but life just isn't for-filling at the moment. My best friend who I have known since I was born died this year, along with one of my other friends and another boy from my school and this pain I just can't talk about, it just hurts to much.


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By anonymous at 26,Jul,10 18:16

your best friend who died is a lucky son of a bitch who went out of this world in peace..

unlike us fuckers

we are fucked


you are hearing this from a 27 yr old

By anonymous at 01,Aug,10 08:38

i love a girl too
but she will never know the truth
because of how strongly i feel for her
she would be too freaked out to even talk to me ever again.
every time i see her my heart skips a beat.
she takes my breathe away seeing her walk down the street.
when she talks to me i get surprised and can't think of a reply!
the only reason she talks to e is because we used to be best friends when we where like 4
i was going to send her a message on facebook telling her the truth but, i couldn't bring myself to click send.
i have only ever told my best friend about this and he now thinks i'm a bit mad in the head
now i can only imagine what her reaction will be.
but i love her too much to stalk her.
because thats bad.
also i i was stalking her and she found out my problems would get even worse and i would probably die
not physicaly but inside.
if she ever said somthing like "i hate you" or "you will never be with me"
i would be dead inside, and probably kill myself seeing i would be just and empty shell

By anonymous at 11,Oct,10 00:18

grief sucks. my thoughts are with you. you need to have some self worth and realize she isn't worth your dismay. you may always love her if yo have a kind heart. you will llove others. maybe not as much as her, but it'll happen. there is so much insensitivity on here, it's sick.

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