My mom’s trying to put me on birth control pills, but I don’t even have sex. Just because you got pregnant when you were 19 doesn’t mean I’m like you. Thanks for making me feel degraded mom…
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I don’t know what to do anymore. I want to die. I pray to die because I am so desperate for it, but I hold on because I have hope, and I’m sick of having hope and I feel so lost and confused and no one knows because I don’t trust anyone enough. What should I do? Live or die?
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I’m sick of living. The only reason I’m alive is because of my two best friends- Emmy and Drew. I made a promise I would never kill myself. I’m starting to regret it. I’m tired of feeling dead and I’m sick of the tears streaming down my face. I just wish something would go right for once. That something would make sense. I just want to know why God lets these things happen.
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I hate it that I’m acting more responsible than my dad. He’s too lazy to put things away or even clean the house once in a while. Geez! I’m just so sick of everything! I have to go through a ton of other things too. Why is God playing such a cruel joke on me? At least I have Bradley to talk to. He’s one of the reasons I’m alive.
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It not fair how I’ve dealt with a lifetime of troubles in my 16 years. No friends till eight grade. made fun of for unknown reasons! Parents have been divorced since I was 3 or 4. My grandmother is so freakin’ manipulative. I’ve been suicidal for five years (I’ve had depression longer.) I used to be a cutter. I spend most of my time in my room reading and writing. I have average grades. Everyone always talks about how great my sister is and how smart she is. I have trust and abandonment issues. Every time something good happens in my life it backfires after a few months. No matter how much I want to let go I promised my best friend I wouldn’t. I hate it how people talk about me behind my back. I just want to shove their little gossiping right back in their pathetic, stuck-up faces!!! I hate who I am! I don’t get why God does this to me. My dad might die in a few years, mom is probably going to lose her job next month. My cousin looks like hes knocking on death’s door (he does drugs and it’s taking it’s toll on him.) Sometimes I just want to scream at people telling them to shut up and deal with their own problems! I wish people knew how much I wanted to have more friends. I only have 3 actual friends (two of which are more like an acquaintance). I’m scared what the future holds for me. I’m scared that the troubles won’t end. That I’m going to be dealing with trouble after trouble my whole life. I hate being abandoned by friends. They leave me for popularity. I try to look happy at school. It hurts so much when I’m the only person who doesn’t get a partner when we go off into groups for a project. If only people could feel the pain I feel everyday. Sometimes I pray that I’ll die. I’m tired of being the pity friend. people in my grade only talk to me because I’m standing all alone. Well, what if I don’t want your frickin’ pity!? I just want an actual friend, not a pity friend! I want someone to talk to. I never chose to be a loner.
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