|Posted by anonymous at June 19, 2012
A-weep weep weep. A-weep weep weep. A-weep weep weep. Snushh.
Canst thou see? Canst thou see that I am the noble butt of every jocular statement. Or joke, to simplify. Perhaps nobody wants to insult me. But maybe they insult me by ignorance. Maybe I make myself ignorant. But canst thou see? Canst thou see this deadly grip I am placed in. Aye, the way I live is no way to live. Merely existing is not life. An atom exists, a brick exists but do they live? I am sentient sure but why must I suffer so? Oh canst thou see?
This is foul and pestilent and as hideous as myself. Why must my uncontrollable appearance be my life. You donít understand do you? It is horrid and vile and any other filthy word that would please you to use. I am as my life is; one of those filthy words. So why? Why canst thou see? This is no way for me to be. I disapprove of the filthy filthiness as much as the next person and yet since despite disapproving of my filthy filthiness other people still find me filthy filthy! I suffer twice O friend. But you are no friend of mine- I have no friends. Nobody cares but for the filthies of me. I am the one which you are lucky not to be. Bravo O friend you. Bravo O fiend you. Thou canst see. Thou wonít see.
Lucky for thou. Lucky for thou to place my problem, my issues, in the box of the HEE HAW HEE- that is not me. And a lovely box that is, O fiend you, however thou wonít see. Will thou? No.
And I am tire...
|Posted by Bud at June 19, 2012
sometimes i think i was not meant for this world. i dont fit in. i spend my days taking care of what others need and apparently i am very good at it. i actually make a living at it. i like who i am. i am proud of what i do, but there is no one that sees me for who i am. i need someone to care about what i need. i need someone who wants to make me happy. i gave/give pieces of myself away and i have nothing left. i can spend days sleeping. no one can hurt me when i am sleeping. people like to compete with me and challange me. can't we just be happy for each other and enjoy each other. why do people have to be so mean and how is it that i can love so deeply and completely and be alone. why am i so sad and alone. i know mean people who have been happily married for 20 years. would i be happier if i were meaner? i want to give up. were it not for my last kittie, i would consider it, but she is so old (17) and sll she wants is my company. she makes me feel blessed, but i know she will die soon. i made a committment to take the best care of her that i could and leaving her would be hard for her at this age. i try so hard to be the kind of person that i can be proud of and i do ok, but my choices have left me alone and wasted. i am so sick of myself.
|Posted by Who knows. at June 14, 2012
I am 25 years old. From the time I was brought into this world, I have lived a life of frugality, extreme hardships, mockery, degredation, abandonment, negligence, abuses of all kind, and the list will continue to go on and on. It is a gift that we have the ability to cease our existences. Make no mistake, we die alone. Whatever we do, in trying to live our lives in such ways as to achieve fulfillments and satisfactions, we struggle within. I am drunk at the moment. I have had about two bottles of red wine. Yes, I used what remained of my money. At least before I die, I would like to have tasted the feeling of comfort. Alcohol has become comforting; only then am I able to fully express my emotions.
No one alive is capable of surviving all the things I have gone through. Even Satan himself will cower away from living my life. No one is capable of enduring my hatred. I despise, I hate, I abhor. Who out there has a heart? Love does not exist in this world. We are a race of greedy, hateful, and deceitful macabre populace. If there is a god out there, then I challenge him! How dare he bring me to this world and suffer undefeatable consequences, for and to which I am never the master of!
I intend to die and no one is capable of stopping me. My plans are to be put into actions; they must done. You, who read, dare not laugh at me. I curse anyone who mocks or belittle my incurable sufferings. We are in the process of dying since we were into this world; I am taking me leave.
You, who read, the music of life is composed of majors and minors. What little we have to achieve in this world! I have but one advise to whoever may be reading this; be kind to others and make no one suffer. Perhaps, yes perhaps, you may be able to look into the eyes of your demons and see in them sorrow.
|Posted by slowly unbecoming at June 14, 2012
What am I? Who am I? WHY am I?
I have no idea. Why am I the way I am? There's so much to say, I don't know where to even begin. I never was good at socialising with other people, never. I can be very fluent and I can be funny, but there's something that always creeps up from inside me and stops me in my tracks - and then I can't talk anymore. That something is disgust - not with others, but myself. I hate myself, I am absolutely disgusted with myself. Ever since I was little I have been good at many things. I learnt how to read when I was 3, write when I was 4 and speak English when I was 6 (it isn't my 1st language). I beat the local chess champion of our community who at the time was 32 and I was only 8. My mom's always thought that I am some sort of genius or something, because I always pick up everything so quickly. This, in itself could be great and I would have a reason to take pride in it, BUT...there's another, much darker side to me. I committed my 1st theft when I was friggin 4 years old. I stole my grandmo's welfare, which was paid in full every 4th of the following month and I knew exactly where it was being kept. Soon after that, I stole from my mother, it kind of became like an addiction. The candy and other sweets I could buy for the money was only a part of it, everytime I snatched some money there was like an electric jolt running through me, I remember the sensation clear as day, I got beat every time I stole money, but it didn't matter to me. S...
|Posted by anonymous at June 12, 2012
I am suffering from some anxiety that I may be fired from my job. I think I will get fired from my job because I put very little effort into it. I procrastinate on projects. I usually hand it in late and when the boss is not around I just slack off completely not even considering the fact that I am expected to work and show some results regardless of the fact that she may or may not be there. My boss still likes me for a reason and doesn't really expect too much of me (thank god! otherwise I would have gotten fired months ago). The thing is that I "have" to work and when there is no one around to enforce it, I rebel by not working at all, sort of like a silent protest. I know it may be childish but I think this is the reason why I don't work as much as I should, I don't like being forced to do anything I don't want to do or is not pleasurable in some way.
As for my personal life, I dislike socializing to the core. I hate being considered part of a group, I hate small talk, and I hate seeing people pretending and putting up a fake front whenever the group size increases more than 4 people. So my PR is almost non-existent. I even dislike socializing through FB. I wouldn't mind closing the door of the room and not getting out for a month. Actually I think I would quite enjoy it.
I would like to have my own business (I have a couple of ideas, well mainly two which I will not disclose here as they are irrelevant to the post) but I would not start the business...
|Posted by juice at June 12, 2012
There was a time when I was so depressed that I was contemplating suicide. But people always tell you, that you're supposed to stay strong. You're supposed to fight the circumstances and never give up. But who and what are we trying to prove by living in depression. I don't know if I am out of depression yet because I used to be an outgoing guy who was always the life of the party and who always had fun, but I don't like to talk much anymore. I am always a silent guy who is often a source of uncomfortable silences. My friends tell me that I have changed. My parents think that I have no guile and that it would be difficult for me to survive in this world. But I don't think my condition is still bad enough for me to commit suicide. But I can't rule out the possibility that things could get worse and there might come a time when suicide might appear to be the only way out. But if you think that suicide should never be an option, I just wanna ask you, "why?". Why should it not be an option? Its my way of saying that I have had enough and I don't wanna take shit anymore. What differnce does it make whether I live or die? The only purpose to life that I see is to seek happiness, and to feel good, and it sounds totally stupid to me. What difference does it make if I forsake the possible happiness that I might get in the future, by ending my life today? Atleast my misery would end. I don't see any higher purpose to life, and I don't give a damn if I am offered happiness in the future. What difference does it make??
|Posted by Cursed at June 11, 2012
My theory about the negative, mean, people on Life Sucks, especially BROKEN, is that you were hurt during your early childhood. More than likely you were abused both physically and emotionally, neglected, rejected, and/or abandoned. You were most likely not wanted by your parents or at least that is how they made you feel? You grew up with feelings of insecurity and failure due to the fact that you did not have loving and giving parents. Maybe you were raised by a foster family; maybe you didnít even have parents? But in any case, what is clear is that you did not have a strong, loving, positive, emotional support network of family members. Maybe you grew up poor or rich or middle class, but you learned early on, that you would get more attention acting out your anger rather than keeping it bottled inside. Through manipulation, jealousy, competitiveness, and sheer determination, you have systematically built a defense, so that inflicting pain and negativity on others makes you feel better about yourself. The insecurity is quite obvious. Writing shitty comments fuels the anger of the other posters- hence you receive the attention that you lack/never got/get in the real world. I feel bad for you. Truly I do. The root of your anger and sadness stems deep down inside- and going on Life Sucks is a mechanism to cope. I understand to some degree, why you write shitty stuff to complete strangers as there are no repercussions. It is tragic and I wish that there was help for youÖ...
|Posted by anonymous at June 11, 2012
first off I would like to say that whatever I have written below is not there for your advice or comments. If you do have advice because you might have a strikingly similar life then by all means comment away!
I would actually be overjoyed if one comment was the answer to all my questions regarding life and how to live it. Instead of me spending everyday getting more and more confused about why myself and everybody is forced to deal with certain things during I brief existence on this planet. So try me... write whatever you want. Maybe even trolls could shed some misdirected uselessness in the right direction?
Anyways I'm only writing this for myself. I think if I could put how i feel in words then maybe some stress will be released or atleast a sense of being heard is what I crave? I feel that I should describe myself and how I feel ppl may view me as a background. So here it goes... I live in South Africa. Just a white guy living a good life in middle to high income class home. I have been spoilt in the sense that I got my first car givin to me, I got birthday presents that I cant complain about, I was sent to expensive schools(Just finished my degree at UCT infact)and I eat well. Financially I have been supported my whole life by my parents who now are awaiting my entry into the job world. The social aspect of my life is rich. I have many "best Friends" who I actually connect with and share amazing experiences with each day. I have enjoyed years of ...
|Posted by search guy at June 9, 2012
I have come to the realization that if there is a God he must be one uncaring being. How can he justified some people having so much money that they will never spend in a life time, while others must slave away just to make ends meet? where is the justice of some people living in mansions while other people live in ghettos? where is God? I have challanged him to at least answer me once but he has not. In high school I was called a Jesus freak but in my 20's it became real to me that there some people God just loves to bless while there are other God would not bless them if his life depended on it. The whole bible is filled with stories about how God loved a person( Jacob, David) while he hated other people (Saul, Essau). For those of us that were not chosen, we must bear the burden, the pain and the sorrow. Don't bother praying because He will not hear you.
|Posted by FieldsofLilies at June 8, 2012
After reading some of these stories, I realized that I shouldn't complain about how horrible my life is because honestly, it's not as bad as some of the ones I've seen here. I was going to complain about how I'm a 24 college graduate with no job for one month, but really, that's just it. So to everyone who is going through hell,I want to tell you to KEEP going because after you've gone through hell, there is NOTHING in the world that can break you. Be strong, be vigilant, and don't let the world bring you down. Times heals everything, and remember, THIS TOO SHALL PASS.
|Posted by anonymous at June 7, 2012
I got perfect grades in school, was on the dean's list every term, and graduated with high honors. Several of my professors wrote me unsolicited letters telling me what a brain I was and how much they had enjoyed having me in their classes.
I went to work in my field immediately and spent twenty years proving that I was damned good at it. I had talents that most others in that line of work don't have. I also worked hard, was reliable, honest, clean, and pure.
As a reward, I have been overlooked, insulted, ignored, passed over, and generally shit upon by every employer and co worker I have ever had. At the same time, I have watched as ass-kissers, phonies, posers, slackers, and all types of idiots and a-holes have been praised, petted, promoted, and well-paid.
All of my studies, diligence, dedication, experience, and overall competence have been for naught. I am nowhere, and am going nowhere. I had my shot and now it's all over except waiting out the rest of my pointless existence.
|Posted by someone at June 6, 2012
This isn't a story of how I have been sexually abused or someone in my life has died.
The truth is... life sucks big time.
Even for us 'well off' 'lucky' people there are problems of a different kind.I'm facing a problem right now where I would like to go to university, Physics, foundation year. I do enjoy physics, I really do but I feel I have to go to uni because I have no other choice. Due to the current social, economic and psychological state of the world it is impossible for me to get a job or an apprenticeship. My parents who have provided for me thus far are looking at redundancy and cannot afford to support me through uni anyway and the government student finance organisation has let me down as they will not even give me enough money for the cost of my accommodation, let alone food and other essentials. What little money they give me I have to pay back anyway. It looks like I have to take out a bank loan to support myself.
So if I go to uni I cant support myself without going into massive debt and struggling to repay for the rest of my life.
If I don't I cant get a job and so cannot afford to support myself anyway.
I'm stuck in the financial system that swore to protect people who couldn't manage.
So no I'm not the victim of abuse or massive loss. I am the victim of lack of care from a country that 'cares' and the greed of the bankes that caused this global situation.
Greed and carelessness reign.
|Posted by maria at June 6, 2012
Are you homeless? Are you starving to death? Are you broke as fuck? Are you dying of some incurable disease? Are you alone?
I'm sure your life is not as bad as you think. Re-evaluate and get your head on track. Take control.
|Posted by ShutUpAndDeal at June 5, 2012
I read a few of the posts and almost everyone of the author was blaming it all their problems on some kind of "syndrome". I used to do the same. I cried because I was depressed. I took medications that didn't work. I attempted suicide once but I'm so fucking stupid it failed. At some point I realized that not everyone was put on this earth to be happy. Why? I struggled with that for a long time. Then it came to me; we are the contrast that gives meaning to the happy. If everyone were happy and well adjusted who would know, there would be nothing to compare it to. Itís only by seeing that they are better than you and me that they know they are happy. We are the black background that gives meaning to the colors and white space of the tapestry of our lives. So I learned my lesson. It doesnít help to whine and complain because I am the person I am meant to be. The fact that I hate everyday that I wake up and hope to hell that I am fat and out of shape enough that I do not survive my first heart attack, which could happen any day if GOD is merciful. I am now 52 and I came to understand all of this about 15 years ago. I explained this to my shrink and he had me committed for 13 weeks; which cost me my job, my wife and even my kids wouldn't speak to me by the time I got out. I walked into my ex-shrinks office, interrupting a session, said "fuck you" and walked out. Since then I have accepted my station in life and life is almost tolerable. I just had to learn to quit fighting it. I am who I was intended to be so there is no point complaining and fighting it.
|Posted by Chelsea at June 3, 2012
I think being a human is pure hell. We get concieved, then we come into this worl, only to face trageties and pain. We get put thru school, only to get treated like crap and be bullied the entire time. In high school, you get pressured into drugs, sex, and alcohol...so you try them all just to see if it works to see if the bullying will finally stop, and you end up addicted, in rehab, and pregnant. In college, you deal with yourself and possiblt the child you've had to raise on your own. You get stares, and you get professors who think you are a whore, and you realize that you are completely alone. You make it thru college and you try to get out there and find a job. You can't find a job. You become homeless and moneyless, then get charges for not being able to take care of your kid, and you get the kid taken away, just as you are being put into a police car. You never see your child again. You get put into jail over night, then you get out. You go back to wandering the lonely streets, and finally, you decide to try to kill yourself. That attempt turns out horribly, and it doesn't work. And it seems like no matter how hard you try, you can't ever kill yourself. You get found trying to kill yourself, and end up going to a rehab place (again) and you are forced to talk to a bunch of nut-cases who have turrets and addictions. You don't feel like talking to these people. They don't know you and it's uncomfortable. You bail on the rehab, and finally get a job working at McDona...
|Posted by CWPB at June 2, 2012
I totally get it man....when is it enough? Maybe we're just living in a fucking nightmare where everyone pretends there's hope and just wait for it when, in fact, it just fucking sucks!
I am at the point where I'm almost laughing witnessing all this shit go down in life...there are no consequences for assholes and people tell you to pray to God and have hope when - what if nothing fucking matters man! Good God I haven't been through as much as most but I've totally lost interest because nothing seems to make any god damn sense and is it really worth it? I'm not so sure....hanging on for what ....there will always be total dick heads to fuck everything up and they seem to be winning! People say, hang in there...it will all be ok but, seriously man, will it???? They say the opposite of life is nothingness....well bring it fucking on man - I would prefer nothingness to the alternative living with freaky people that are not honest and go out of their way to impact other people's live negatively...I get it that other people have issues and they may go through life insecure and take it out on other unsuspecting individuals but it's just not OK. Maybe I'm naive but I don't expect other humans to treat me like crap or test me....who in the hell do they think they are....I'd rather die that deal with the status quo if the status quo keep allowing dickhead to win!
The problem with the rat race is it's full of FUCKING rats.....I don't want to resort to assholic behaviour to continue on in life if that's what is expected.
I'm pissed off but not enough to become a god damn asshole!
|Posted by anonymous at May 31, 2012
My brother once told me a story about "The law of diminishing return". Meaning that one can only do something so many times before it becomes old and redundant..Like If someone were to give you an icecream sandwich..over and over again..Eventually, you won't want anymore fucking icecream..It fascinates me..because, time and time again it has been proven true in my life..and it applies to everything..
I miss the days when I felt Happiness and security..but, the older I get, the more these things go away..the more I realize it's all childhood fantasy..
Life keeps going by so fast..and my head is filled with nothing but memories of when life sort of made sense..when things were simple and carefree..I'm only 29..about to turn 30 this year..but I feel old..drownded..because now it seems like the boring and even the darkest times of my past, turned out to be the brightest parts of my life so far..and I don't see how that's going to change...so i'm just supposed to accept it..as it slowly rips me apart inside.
These days I hate everything about myself..but then again I always have..It's hard to grow up that way..but I remember I used to ENJOY and look forward to things..Now it all just seems like a means to pass time..
I admit, I suck with people..I never know what to say..and I get the feeling they think i'm crazy because I look mad all the time..but not intentionally.
all I want is to feel like I belong to something..yet, somehow I can...
|Posted by anonymous at May 30, 2012
Yes, life sucks.
Life is NOT at all like a box of chocolates.
and the older you grow the more it sucks.
What else are we supposed to do?
It's easier said than done when people say, "stop sitting around depressed; If you hate your life so much, change it!"
they don't understand a damn thing.
they don't understand how you feel.
All I have to say to them is, "Shut up!"
People say I'm just a moody teenager.
How would they know?
They don't know EVERYTHING that's happened under my roof.
They haven't been through the lies and abuse and the drama.
They don't know how it feels.
But when I'm older, I'm going to try my best to change it.
|Posted by anonymous at May 29, 2012
I'm Andrew a young adult and living with my girlfriend, but probably is about to get broken up with. I know the reasons why and I can't change myself for that because u are who u are. My mom died when I was only thirteen, my dad is an alcoholic drunk who never sees me and doesn't t really know me. And I was sexually abused by my brother when I was a child. First off Ive seen and heard many sad story's and I have wondered if there is really a god. Why does he let people suffer,get raped,killings,famines misfortune? Is it a show? I dont understand why he won't save the dying and help the evil people to be free of their sins and evil. I have been called fat at times. Ugly, but the truth is I'm not even that bad looking. Life is hard and I dont like it. I have friends but its not enough. nothing ever feels enough in this world. The world can be good at times, but the truth is it never lasts, just like love, it fades, your happy at times then it fades. I Could have everything but I don't want any of it. I wish I was just a kid again not having to worry about living on my own paying for rent or spending any money. my stress levels are so bad I'm loosing hair and gaining weight. I should end it all here I dont like living in this world where there is so much pain to see, there is too many people suffering I hope god comes to a realization and comes and end our pain for us... Before I step in and do him a favor
|Posted by dave at May 28, 2012
U people think your life sucks? Go to a third world country and see how bad life CAN suck.. Try being disabled or paralyzed and see how life CAN suck.. I see nothing but a bunch of whiny selfish people here that take everything they have for granite.. And no one is gonna make your life better than YOU.. If you want things to happen then make them happen and dont take every little rejection personally because everyone and every situation is different. Its a learning process.. And for godsakes take care of yourselves!!