| | Posted by anonymous at January 28, 2012 |
I'm useless, dumb, have 1 friend and I don't even know why he's my friend. Everyday I have to hear my 4 other adult family members bitch about how they hate each other. There's my dad, a cynical fucking bastard, everyday its a lecture about conserving energy, food (I got the point the first hundred times) and how he has to work two jobs and pay for bills and blah blah no help for him, life was better in 1960. Meanwhile my sisters fight with my mom on everything and they come to me to side with them. I could say I couldn't give a flying fuck, but to keep the peace, to maintain the integrity of my eardrums, I give everyone what they want to make them happy. So I get a job, I pay bills, I give money for food, I buy my baby niece stuff, I do garbage, I do laundry, I clean, I cook I do dishes. Why? Cause I can't stand them arguing.
Dumb right? Why can't I just move out or just tell them that they're all hypocritcal idiots. It's because I'm a loser, I have no self esteem. Prolly cause it was demolished in highschool. You see, I have a baby face. Yes, so I looked 10 years old from grade 9 and up. Oh it's good to look young! If you're fucking thinking that then, go away because you don't understand what it's like to not be respected by peers. To grow up not having the confidence in doing things you would like b/c everyone thinks you don't belong. I'm a tool, a loser. Yep and the fact I admit it is even more reason to hate myself.
I went to university and got i... |
| | Posted by c at January 28, 2012 |
It started a little over a year ago me and my wife where not getting along verry well, Lots of arguments i would do everything around the house to give her a night to relax then my stepdaughter would throw a fit and my wife would start to scream at me like it was my fault i was dealling with this for a few months on a regular basis then one day at work my prick boss lays into for nothing and i go off back at him i couldnt deal with getting yelled at for nothing any longer...i get fired come home tell my wife she then tells me she is leaving me now. i decide to pack up my stuff and stay at my parents untill she moves out cuz i cant stand to sit there while she is packing about a week later she calls me with out very much love in her voice and says she changed her mind about leaving(later relize thats just because she cant afford to go out on her own). Fast forward about 7 months ive been working part time and going to school still bringing in more money to our house then her college educated ass was i get a call from an old army buddy of mine offering me a contract job that had great pay only problem was it was 700 miles from my family. I told my wife i didnt really want to take it and be so far away from my kids and her but she said it was a good idea because of the money. so i take it. a few months later she calls me says the fence needs to be fixed i say ok i get a 3 day weekend in a week I'll come back and fix it, "no no that will cost to much my friends older brother ... |
| | Posted by 4qall at January 28, 2012 |
what a bunch of cry babies
Tell you what next time you want to google life sucks go to http://www.acco.org/
then fuckin' donate
I have enough I could complain try 8 years of a loveless marriage after my wife has survived type 4 breast cancer followed by my 13 heart attacks and 2 strokes and I'm 43
or be my wife who is now suffering from bone necrosis in her jaw and the possibility of it developing in her pelvis
never had much and I can relate to some of you cry baby pukes growing up was a fight absentee parents drugged out siblings war zone life couldn't go to the movies on a saturday night cause a gang war popped up outside and we got pinned down
fuck you I got too much workload Quit bitch
life is too short to fucking work for someone else's pocket
and depression get over it it is all your fault and no one else's now wake up look yourself in the eye and try to be a human
angry
so is everyone else we are all the same why can't we put it together
well beside the fact that governments and society make all their financing from getting the underbelly and downtrodden and charging them for minor indiscretions to fill their coffers
which reminds me don't vote if you do you are just contributing to life sucking
I am done on the rant now
I had a dream about love and happiness it was odd because as an insomniac since birth I don't really have dreams or any worth remembering any... |
| | Posted by anonymous at January 27, 2012 |
I don't know where to even start. Back in 2007 I signed into the Army. I was so psyched because at the tender ripe age of 34 I signed into the Infantry. I worked my ass off to better my life and those around me. May 24th 2007 I was shipped to Ft. Benning. I was nearly the oldest fucker there, but better than most. By week four of training I was on point. My shit was always perfect. I was in great shape and was already for anything they had to destroy me with.
Back home I had a little one that was born the day I started training. I came home for con leave due to an injury I sustained. They gave me 30 days leave time. I went home and found my girlfriend so to speak was not faithful at all. Next I only got to see my daughter for a few minutes, which by the way I was still unsure if she was even mine. So distraught I did something that will haunt me for the rest of my life. I must add that I come from a very well to do family, all loaded as fuck. My father and his father were Combat Engineers, Rangers, and decorated to the mother fucking tip top. My father was in fact in the top combat engineering unit in the entire Vietnam war. GODDAMN RAMBO!!
He was decorated five times. He now owns a civil engineering/golf course design/motherfucking everything else. His business from 76 to now has emassed more than 10 Billion dollars.
So back to the thing I did, I smoked a shitload of pot in the weeks I was home for leave. I was in a bad position. I had Airborne and Rang... |
| | Posted by Samantha Nanda at January 27, 2012 |
life is so unfair. ever since i was little i was ugly and nobody ever liked me. i looked around and almost all the girls around me were moving on with there lives getting boyfriends and being happy. i was always different from others, i didn't want to be apart of the crowd. i always felt like an outcast. it isn't fair, my whole family is full of pretty bitches. everyone has ALWAYS lied to my face telling me im beautiful. they are fake as fuck. they don't realize how fake they are. on top of that i suffer from depression. i hear voices and see things. i might go crazy one day, yeah i guess i have my good times. but whats the point of living if i am ugly and fat? i eat so much everyday. i don't care if life will get better. i just know god doesn't have a plan for me. he never payed attention to me. he made me a hindu, he made me hate my family. he doesn't even know who i am. i am only fucking 15. karma is a bitch, i am a bully and i talk too much shit so nobody fucking likes me. but i don't give a fuck. i know my family has problems, but god damn it there just so fake. i wish i could start new. fuck my life. i have no friends, fuck everyone. if your reading this go fucking slit your wrist. |
| | Posted by anonymous at January 27, 2012 |
This is the story of how my life sucks. Ready? Okay. Now rewind back to 1995, back when my dad was arrested for throwing a lamp at my mom. I was too young then to realize what that involved, except for anger between two people. The two of them seemed okay to me afterwards, so as a child I didn't think too much of it. I have a much better understanding of all the possible outcomes of that now. She could have saved us all some trouble and heartache by divorcing him then for being abusive, which I was led to believe was normal that whole time. fast forward through a few more oblivious years of that cycle, minus the arrest. Dad quits his comfortable job for an ego trip. "A dozen companies will be fighting over me for an executive job," he thinks, becaue that was what he'd been doing for the last decade. Then the economy crashed. This was around when gas prices first started becoming something to really complain about. So he sticks around the house being a general douchebag, living off unemployment money and tellng the rest of us how lazy we are. two more years of this, and he realized he couldn't go like that forever, so he decided to first cut me off from my friends at my church and the girl I liked at the time, that was first depressive pit. then, jut as I was making new friends, he up and moves us from the west coast to the east coast. The parents both love it because all our relatives live right near each other there. so we set up shop at the grandparents' place. it's ... |
| | Posted by mariya at January 27, 2012 |
im so sad. really. super sad.. im 23 years old. and people think i live a perfect life. i try to always smile so people wont notice im broken inside because people around me arent used to me when im not smiling. they know me as the girl who is happy and nice. i feel like god doesnt exist really. im a catholic but sometimes i do ask myself if god does really exist. because i just realized that bad people they are the one's enjoying their lives they are so happy making other people miserable! but the good people like me, we suffer!! so much!
i had a bf. 1st bf. but he was so complicated. i wont go into details. i was very choosy i got a bf when i was 21yrs old but he just fckd my head up. even if we are broken up people i know or my friends they always update me with him.. the thing is its not even good news. i dont know if they are retarted, or they care, or they are really insensitve but they tell me things that they shouldnt even tell me because it will really hurt me..
i did love him. i cant accept the fact that we got broken up and then after being so choosy i chose the wrong guy. i feel i wasted every effort i did.. because everything was okay but he was the problem.. now even if there are boys who are courting me i cant trust them anymore because im scared to get hurt again. i feel like they will all hurt me. im so scared to have a bf again but sometimes i think i should have someone special also so i wont feel this way :(
i have a wonderful fa... |
| | Posted by AUTHOR OF EVOLve-LOVE, 4pple by at January 27, 2012 |
Okay here it goes, I'm on this fucken sight so my soon to be 18 years old son to get over his drill, whatever that is... maybe because he is still a virgin. This is the story, me born and raised in a country with 1970's apartheid regime battle, that is South Africa, I'm colored the people inbetween this oppressive shit. My dad was a regime fighter so he says when he was arrested and sent to Robin Island prison, turn out he was the countries greatest frauder, terrorist activist because he wanted an education then he did a lot of shit, loved woman got arrested and studied on government expense while in the po's, now he is an advocate, thank god for that. My mother single handedly raised 2 daughters on a nurses , salary, hated my father hated the country the hardship and today hates her 2 fucked up daughters whom she worked so hard for. Me the second born,single parent of 2 boys divorced, ex-husband didn't love, thought I was invisible, built business, when that got when I wanted biggern things in life, built bigger business with sugar-daddy, became fucken rich with kids that had everything money could buy, then came the downer....hmmm sugar-daddy got blungered by crow-bar held in the hands of my assassin boyfriend from Serbia, all for the insurance policy, uou know the money, I was 34yrs and he was 26yrs. I'm bitch of a mother, the shit I put my kiddeo's through, though at the time they were teenagers, what the heck, I was arrested for 6mnths in a womans correctional servic... |
| | Posted by anonymous at January 27, 2012 |
I grew up in an abusive household. My mother used to beat the crap out of me, only me. I have three siblings, two younger sisters and an older brother, who has openly admitted to my mother that he used to do things and blame me just to get me into trouble with her, They haveen't ever been treated the way I was treated. It's not that I wish that they had been, It just pertubes me. Like why only me? I wasn't a difficult child... the worst thing about me was that I had night terrors.. (jeez i wonder why..)
once I came home from school, I would have been around 10 years old, I hadn't cleaned my room, Yes my mum had told me to, but I didn't want to so I didn't, I got home to find the house locked, my mum was home, as was my brother, it was pouring with rain and my mother screamed out the window "you're not coming in until your father is home!" so I sat in the front yard in the rain for three hours, when I got into the house I asked mum what I had done wrong because shit, I was ten, I had forgotten about my room. "you know exactly what you've done" then she turned to my brother and said "you're going to hate me for this" and beat me round the head with a rolled up newspaper for next next five minutes. Skip to high school, we moved over to the eastern states for my fathers work, and I got depressed and began cutting, I ran away and lived with a friend for a couple of weeks, constantly recieving phone calls from my mother, "If I hadn't already called the police I would... |
| | Posted by haventmadeityet at January 27, 2012 |
im 21 gonna turn 22 in may.mom had 2 strokes.she cant talk or swallow food..we have a 12 hour aid in our small apartment..my moms controlling sister is unfortunaetly my aunt and she is keeping my mom home instead of helping her get rehab in a nursing home.i stay in my room 19 out of 24 hpurs of the day..the days are flying by and each night i stay up til 6 then wake up at 3..i have no job and im not in school...i feel lonely and depressed ..i wish my mom was better and i wish i can find what im meant to do in life but until then i havent made it yet.....what now? i guess ill go to bed and wake up at 3 later today and look myself in the mirror and be ashamed of what im slowly becoming |
| | Posted by Goodwill at January 27, 2012 |
It's hard to explain how life sucks, because it takes a lifetime to explain it. It's hard to say that life sucks because there are always lives better than and worse than. But the pain is simple. The situation is forever complex, but the pain is such: having nothing to do means being alone with ones thoughts: ones thoughts are pain: smoking, drinking, drugs, arguments, work, sleep, whatever it takes to stay away from ones own internal abuse. I am trying to find a way that this body will not go to waste. Maybe list myself under the "Free" section of Craigslist. Maybe take out a massive loan to distribute among charitable organizations. Maybe make public everything that is private. I have never met anyone like me. There is no way to explain what "like me" means. I want to be someone else, but I know that someone has to be me. I am going to take responsibility of being me. I am forever confused by the amount of people who have relatively better lives that are in a state of complaint, and the amount of people who have relatively worse lives that are in a state of compliance. Life does not suck, individual lives are the things that suck. It is not our fault, it is the fault of others. |
| | Posted by Sandy at January 27, 2012 |
Where should I start... I'm a french woman so sorry about my english writting.
My mom deceide at 23 that she wanted a baby, met my father, got me, realise he was nothing good and left him. She in the meaning time met my step father that raised me so I made friends with 2 step brotherS. Then after 16 years my mom went through a huge depression and she left him cuz as good as he was he couldnt keep a job. I had to support myself at age of 13 cuz my mom couldnt afford lots after paying for 5 people. So got my fist job, kept working there and there, moved out of the house after they seperate cuz it was not livable. Met my fist boyfriend which I followed to he's city, left everything behind me for what was left. We broke out 3 years and half after. Dint want to come back to my old town cuz dint want to admit I failed. Got pregant at 20, gave birth at 21 with a dum ass that left me when the baby was 3 months old. Went in a huge depression. Lost everything, ruined had to declared bankcrupcy. Met number 3 who was ok at first but after 4 year of him cheating and apologize I got fed up and left him. Met number 4 who was almost perfect but never there working 2 full time job which I had to take care of hes family cuz no car and young sister pregnant at 16, since I had already my lot of prob... I deceide to let him go. Then I met number 5 at work was totaly in love, but 2 years later he started being an ass, I left back to my old town for a work contract, then realise I was pregn... |
| | Posted by anonymous at January 27, 2012 |
I'm not happy and I don't even know why. I've had a professional job in my industry since I was 19 yrs old. From 16-19, I had crappy food/retail jobs, but what teenager didn't? I had a full ride to college and got a double major computer science / mathematics degree. At 22, I moved to Vegas and got a job as a software engineer after 1 day of looking (luck?), and still work for the same place 9 yrs later. During that time, I worked my way up in the company to the point that I am now the GM of the entire business. I earned a finance MBA in the evenings and graduated with a perfect 4.0. I make 68k a year, and my living expenses are $1100-$1300/mth, so I save about 3 grand a month. At 32, I have 120k in cash savings in the bank. I own my z71 silverado truck. I've had several long term relationships with smart, beautiful women. I have at least 5 very close male friends I can talk to at any time, and a handful of girls I can call up to hangout with, go out with, or sleep with any time I want.
So why the f* am I unhappy? Most people would say I have the life. I honestly have no idea. I think I have a case of the Joneses and dwell on what I don't have:
- I don't own a house. To save money, I rent the master bedroom of a nice home out. I pay $450/mth for a very nice 400 sq ft room which includes utilities, high speed internet, and cable. The owner of the home is awesome, very mature and responsible, and doesn't give me an ounce of grief in any ... |
| | Posted by anonymous at January 27, 2012 |
Warning: This story contains drama, a fuck you attitude, ranting, bitching, whining, and overall negativity.
I'm thirty-two with a committed partner.
Living conditions: I live in a low cost two bedroom trailer. Yeah, I never thought it would come to this. I never thought I would be trailer trash. At least we're buying the place.
Although, its not worth the money we spend on it. The floor is falling apart the plumbing gets clogged and the walls are cracking. My neighbors are ghetto rednecks or illegals that could care less about how they live and about their community. There are twenty seven feral cats in our trailer lot. We've counted.
I hate where I live and I hate this state. When I first met my not legally married husband (we call each other that because we can't afford to get married) he told me he had two kids. One that isn't biologically his and another who he will probably never get to see.
We have moved back to this state twice to be with his son. While I don't mind because he is a good father, he didn't make his intentions clear about his children. The other has finally been adopted because his ex wife remarried.
Still half his check goes to the kids until the adoption process is done. I'm fine with one of them because it really is his child and he is a good father. I'm not fine with the other child because he has never seen this child and it is not biologically his. (Long story of adultery and abuse on ... |
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| Posted by giveoutgranny at January 27, 2012 |
I am an RN at a psych facility. The people are crazy. My boss is the definition of the word b*tch. Nothing is ever right in her eyes. She screams all the time and never listens. That is the good part of my life. The bad part you say, my 18 year old daughter.... She has given me pure hell for the last 7 years. When she was 11, I was called the local skating rink because she was found outside with TWO boys! Things have gotten progressively worse since then. By the time she was 13 she had essentially quit school. She would leave the house for days on end. She has been brought home by the police. I've had to pick her up from the police. I've been called in the middle of the night to meet the ambulance at the ER because she had been in a car accident. I've also been to the ER with her numerous times after failed suicide attempts. She has lied more than I care to know about, smoked cigarettes since she was 12, weed since she was 13. Stolen my car in the middle of the night numerous times. Heard a rumor she was selling herself for money. So, cut to 3 years ago. She drug home this scrawny little piece of a man (using that term loosely) who was much older than her. He was a wanna be thug. He had no education, no job, no car, no home, no nothing! All that excited him was gang movies and videos games and apparently sex, because 1 month in my daughter gave me the news she was pregnant. I accepted that. Hey, what could I do? My grandchild was born 13 weeks early. (She is perfect now, ... |
| | Posted by anonymous at January 27, 2012 |
Everybody hurts the same way. We all know this. Some can just handle more than others. I've reached my breaking point a LONG time ago. Right now I'm 15. When I was younger, about 3-7 years old, I got to watch my mom being beaten on by her at-the-time boyfriend. I felt helpless because I couldn't do anything. I'd try to hit him with things and push him off, but I was just too small and would be thrown into walls. He'd kick us out of the house consistently, even in the winter, where we'd (my mom, me, and my sister, which was his daughter) be forced to walk all over the place, just looking for shelter. After my mom finally made enough money, we went to live in a billion other places, but he'd always find us and kidnap my sister. He'd make threats to our family and friends, saying that he'd kill them and many other things. My mom had another daughter with another man, and a few years later, she was with a different man. She's still with this man. I don't like him very much for the fact that he's a drunk and is very short tempered. He decides to get in my face and scream, forcing me to cry. One of my sisters went to live with her dad (the one that beat on my mom) because she hated him as well. This man acts like he owns my life, and thinks that he's my dad. My dad walked out of my life, so I don't think I need any man like this in my life anymore. He kicks us out all the time and says that we're supposably his life, yet he chooses his drunk family over us. When his family comes over, we're forced to give up stuff for them, do stuff they want to do, and I HATE him and his family. I'm sick of all of this. I've had way too many suicidal thoughts, and I'm so close to actually doing it one day. I want to live life and be a singer one day, but it's too hard to keep doing this. There's still so much to this story too, but it's already long enough. Thanks for reading. |
| | Posted by anonymous at January 27, 2012 |
I'm 29 years old. I never in my life thought I would ever be in the place iam today. I come from a good family. But a family that has no communication. I started to abuse painkillers about 6 years ago. My family don't know. Guess I hide it well. I don't know how to come off. I hate my life. I hate my relationship. Everyone is married and I'm not. I want to die |
| | Posted by 53ph!r07h at January 27, 2012 |
I tried being a good person and care for shit. All I get out of it is disappointment and hate. All through life I've been trying to get someone to give a shit but all I gt is bullshit about how I'm a smart person. I am called a fag, gay, creep, loser, shit, and other shit every day. For over 5 years I have just been bullshitted through everything. I haven't said but 2 words in the last 3 years and all I've said isfuck you to everyone I've been pt down by. I have no friends, nobody cares, and ive been trying to kill myself for the past 2 years. Fuckin bullshit |
| | Posted by anonymous at January 27, 2012 |
So I have spent my whole life dealing with addicts. My mom is credited schizophrenic. My dad a raging alcoholic. My one and only sister a narcissist. I lost any childhood I could have had. So how is it I feel in love with an alcoholic Meath head. When I meet him he was just out of jail and clean.almost didn't believe him when he told me about his demons.well the thing about an addict, you were always an addict. So out of work for three Weeks what else is he to do but go back on the shit.seven years later I lost my adulthood to yet another addict.I find no pleasure in drugs or alcohol. Where am I supposed to find my happiness? |
| | Posted by anonymous at January 27, 2012 |
I am not a child I am a 48 year old adult. I have never had one true friend in my entire life. I have had many false friends. I have been teased and picked on pretty much my entire life by family and friends. I have always had low self esteem and I am fairly certain it was due to a shitty childhood. I am not looking for pity I am just venting. I unfortunately have a brain sadly many people think they pick on me and it goes over my head and don't realize I can tell when they are making fun of me, most people really are not smart enough to get away with it, and the dumber they are the more smart they think they are about getting over on people. I have always been used for one thing or another. I was always the good enough when no one else was around kind of person. I have a physical flaw and i am not very attractive. Funny I never knew when I was younger people thought I was too bad they never told me I might have had the confidence to be more outgoing instead of being afraid of never fitting in. I can remember wanting to die as far back as probably 7 years old, I was too young to realize the street I was on had very little traffic so laying in the middle of the street was pretty useless (obviously I was a stupid child) but yes I have always wished I was dead. My mother used the threaten to put me up for adoption all the time and I used to fantasize about what a real family would be like, how would it feel to have someone actually care and not tell you your stupid or th... |
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