I just feel...
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Thread Topic: I just feel...
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Yes. Ble Jay will do, it's my most common nickname. I've been skimming through things. I'm actually surprised a certain someone didn't post their story...
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Try sometimes it reales me from some burden.
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Blue*
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Ok, now I'm terribly upset. All of you seem to have your own tragic past...
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You don't need to. I know every pressure point located on the human body now. Nd Evan does the ass kicking usually. He has ninja skills. :3
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Id like to fight him. He sounds like a cool dude. Oh and vira your not making our lives a better btw.
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You should be upset. I saw what you said about no one understanding you. Where as you don't understand the people you spew at...
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yes,and your just making our lifes worse...
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Not to mentoin i bet you had a dandy life with few serious bad things even happening!
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Oh no. Evan would end up hurting you. ^^; We don't need people going to the hospital for accidental injuries...I think Jeremy and Lyle are the only two that can take an Evan punch.
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I'm gonna go beat up those gang members now!!!! BRB!
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Good luck little one.
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I see. Okay..
I guess it really started with my biological father. A severe alcoholic. When my mother finally left him, he signed me and my siblings all away without a second thought. He never paid child support for us- his beer was more important. After that, there were frequent issues with my mental state. I cried a lot in Elementary school. I fought a lot there, too. The counselor knew everything about me by the end of my time there. Most of my teachers targetted me. I suppose they thought I was weak. When I started middle school, my depression worsened. My thoughts returned frequently to dying, which terrified me. Death is the only thing that ever scares me. It would keep me awake full nights, crying about it. I always wanted to tell myself that if I talked about it, it would go away, but my mind was more logical. Death is inevitable, and that killed me. I began cutting to avoid the temptation to actually kill myself, which ended shortly after, when my mother found out. She was angry.. I was forced to go to a real counselor then, so I did. She decided I was severely depressed, and put me on medication. It did nothing, so I stopped taking it. People try to bully me all the time. I don't have to worry about them trying to fight me anymore, because of all the bloody ends that have come from previous attempts. They never stop taunting me, though.. I want to kill them all. Either way... my father hates me. I actually worry about whether we'll become the next family on Dateline slaughtered by the father. I'm always prepared to fight. My grades used to be perfect, but they've slipped to failing grades at all times. On top of that, I worry constantly about what I've recently had to tell my mother. We were discussing something that Christians don't like, and when I disagreed with her, she said "I thought you were a Christian." It took a good half an hour to work myself up to tell her I'm not, that I can't make myself believe in god. She was.. disappointed. My grandfather died a few years ago, my uncle a year after that, another uncle a year after that, and my grandmother is slipping away. She's not even herself anymore. She used to take us everywhere, and smile, and cook wonderful food. Now she can't even stand. She's always crying.. and I can't make her happy again.. I wish we were young again, before all this s--- came up. I want to see her smile again, and I want my grandfather to smile back again. I still dream about him. I can never stop.
Yeah, I guess my life kind of does suck. -
Im sorry for you sunneh. I did not reval as much as you did and i admire how you were brave to reval your whole life so far. *hugs her*
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I always go overboard. Geez, sorry..
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