I was bullied in Grade 9.

I had a huge fight with the fat-ass, broke his shins and I think I broke his nose too. xD

Childhood times are mostly good... (outside the house)
inside the house my father always trying to kill me... he succeeded dislocating my shoulder when i was 8 though...
inside the house is mostly hell.... luckily i have my mother and brothers.. and sister too...
when i was 16 i decided that all that crap was enough.. so i and my father had a fight.... use golf club and hit him, then i ran out from home...
until i was 18 i stayed at my grandmother house..(always creating a plan to kill my father one day)... (still waiting)

High School
none of the high school girl likes me... idk why lol...
one day i asked on of the prettiest girl in my high school.. and she accepted me..
then she dumped me without reason...

thats my life until now... (MOSTLY SHIT)

The stages of my life:

Pre-school: Mild bullying. Shy kid.
Elementary: Intense bullying. All the emotional stuff started. Became more shy and quiet.
High School: Certified outcast. Bullying hardcore mode. But I am an open book and mingles when necessary. Shy to the CORE.
College: Most happy day of school life. First time to open up with others. Got nice companions.

Working: Hallo world, life love money but I am trying to reject it by doing freelance. Haha.
Ultra artsy mode.

I was a pretty happy kid when I was younger, until I got bullied at elementary school. I was 9 years old at that time.

People would bully me because my clothes looked different from the others and because I developed a different style.
I still had a few friends though, but the bullying really got me.

As soon as I moved to high school I was really happy, because I could start over again, but I was hoping too soon and the bullying started and never ended until I left high school.
People would again make fun of me, behind my back. Even when I thought I had made new friends, they turned out to be my enemies.
I remember there was a case of head lice at my high school and my ''friends'' spread the rumour that they came from me.
Everyone avoided me for months.

I started to get into a severe depression for 2 years and since I didn't know how to deal with it back then, I figured out it must've all been my fault and that I was the one to blame for everything happening.
That I was just a burden to everyone.

My depression developed pretty quickly and the more I started to hate myself, the more I started to hurt myself.
Even though I started dating around 15 years old, the guy who I dated turned out not to have any interests in me or whatsoever.
I felt used and it hurt me a lot.

When I was 16 I met a guy who I told a lot about myself and I really trusted him.
Because he knew I was weak and I couldn't say no he abused me.

Again I felt sad, didn't know what to do.

I ended up meeting people at a convention that I go to every year and since then I've created a big circle of friends that I care about a lot, and they care about me.
I'm currently dating someone that I love a lot and I know that I have people around me now that I can trust and rely on.


My advice is to find someone to talk to. It doesn't have to be your parents or a psychiatrist.
Maybe a teacher or someone at school that you trust a lot, maybe someone here on a forum or on an other community that you're part of.

Talk about your problems, because if you keep everything to yourself, your story, your emotions, it will become too much.

I hope my advice helps you or someone that you know.

Gonna keep it short :

My social contacts/life is shit
I'm shit
Parents keep nagging about shit.
Keep losing friends, since they move away from me due to parents want to move and shit
School was shit
PC is shit
My dogs DO shit
Everything I touches turns to shit.

To sum eveyrthing up : Shit

Hehuehuehuehu Sex life? Also shit hueheuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehueuh (sadly I don''t give a fuck about this (irony) , since I'm not a sexual predator or some shit)

I'm not sure where my story would even start, to be honest. I guess I could start by saying I grew up with death in my life since I was born. It was at a point where every two years - someone passed away. It stopped for a bit, but recently picked up. I lost a total of just three loved ones within the past two years (my father and my aunt within one year, and a friend of mine killed himself a few days after my birthday in August). This is why I'm not afraid to die but at the same time, I'm scared every time I find out someone goes into the hospital - you just never know. It makes me treasure who I have in my life at this point. I've also grown up moving a lot - and going to a lot of schools than the average person. I was originally born in California, and we moved after second grade - to Illinois. Here, I've lived in three different cities. I've been to a total of two elementary schools, two middle schools, and two high schools. I've lost friends, gained friends, and lost friends again.

In the 8th grade, I think is when my depression started. I was going to a different school and we were in the beginning of moving - when my dad had his third heart attack (probably should have mentioned he had two when I lived in CA - his second one happened when my brother and I came home from school and we found him in pain - we were only six and ten) and there was a chance he might not have made it. During that time, our apartment as robbed (though, almost everything was packed so he didn't take anything). Later on that year, my grandmother came down with breast cancer.

Freshmen year hit and my grandmother was diagnosed with lung cancer, as well as my great aunt (her sister) and my cousin Tracy was diagnosed with breast cancer (she was thirty and just had a baby girl). My great aunt passed away, then my cousin. My grandmother was than diagnosed with brain cancer and she moved in with us. End of freshmen year, I took responsibility in taking care of her while my dad work nights and my mom worked at her second job. If you don't know - when someone has a brain tumor (or in her case multiple) they can't do much. They say one thing and want something else. She couldn't really walk. I had to take her to the bathroom. I was a caretaker at just fourteen.

Then my dad started to smoke again - not helping his health condition. At this point - I was tired of feeling sorrow, and dealing with all my emotions. So I started to cut myself to feel pain. I felt numb otherwise.

My grandmother passed away my sophomore year, and it took a toll on me. Then we moved. Again. I spent my last two years in high school secluding myself away from others. I only talked to two people at the time. One person betrayed me - telling others I was talking terrible things behind their backs (which I didn't - I don't believe in that) and because of that, I was being picked on. The other person I talked to, though, had a reputation of being a jerk of a jock (he really wasn't) but he and I got on well - and we helped each other out with school work because we didn't think the other was stupid for being average. So when he saw me upset in our study hall, he asked me what was wrong and I cried to just him. Next day, he heard someone calling me a "fat ass" and a "bitch" and stood up for me while the teacher did NOTHING. I'll never forget that.

After that, I got a job at Walmart, I lost a lot of weight (I'd go from school, to work, then homework, then sleep), and I met my first and only boyfriend - who I thought I loved. There was a seven year age difference between us but I was more mature than he was. While he was a sweet guy, wonderful friend, and someone who was reliable and willing to do anything for you - he was also very jealous, clingy, and too attached. I wasn't eighteen yet (i was going to be in August) and my sister just got engaged when he told me I was next. We were together for eleven months before I finally broke it off.

I wanted to stay friends and he agreed. Next thing I know, every guy friend I had - I was dating. A friend who lives down the street from me saw him on my street. I was being stalked. I almost lost my job because we got into so many fights while working. He had his next girlfriend attack me. It was pretty bad.

But, he left - and things were slowly getting better. At this point, I didn't cut myself anymore and the scars were barely visible at this point. I had great friends, and my family was doing okay. My dad would go in and out of the hospital with issues, but all around - he always came back out.

Then I was having issues with someone who I trusted everything in. He stopped talking to me. Just like that. No reason. He talked to all of our friends. Just not me. And it hurt because there was NO reason. So I started to doubt myself. I started to feeling like I was worthless. Then one night, I woke up in the middle of the night - and something snapped in me. I was tired of being so down on myself. I was tired of feeling like I wasn't worth anything. I was tired of feeling sorrow.

Now I live my life. I've started to think about myself a little bit more, and I put all my effort into the ones who deserve it - my family. I live for them and for my closest friends because they are the ones who never left me when I needed them the most. When my dad passed away, I thought I wasn't going to be able to heal - but my siblings and me just took that step up to help my mom - because she needed us more than anything - and we've learned to lean on each other.

Now here I am, years later - still alive and successful. I still work at walmart - but as a support manager and my store manager is pushing me to take the next step of being an assistant manager. I have a publisher interested in my book - so I'm currently working on finish that. I have a beautiful nephew who is my world and the only man who deserves my love. I can truly say that I'm happy with my life. I've had to jump over obstacles, but I'm glad I didn't kill myself like I wanted to when I was fourteen.

All on an average
Hey everyone. After reading every single one of your stories, I feel like I don't belong here.
My story is of a different kind.
And some may consider me spoiled or just an idiot.

When I was young, everything was normal. I was kind of a hyperactive crazy kiddo.
Once I kicked a kid in my school just for the fun of it. (after which I sent him drawings for 2 weeks as a sorry (wtf) )
I really wonder sometimes what was wrong with me when I was younger.
But well, basically everything was fine. I was pretty much a normal kid with some good friends.
And I was an above average smart kid. Smart, but lazy.

At home everything was nice. I grew up a baptist-christian. ( No, not like marlboro thingy west church, you know which one)
There I had more great friends. Still have most of them.
Everything was just... Fine. I was at a point in my life where everything was fine and I didn't wonder why.
I didn't wonder about anything actually. I just lived, and didn't give shits.
This'd get to me later.

I have no idea how this level of education is called in english but when I went to highschool I got into the Third-highest level of education, even though I couldve done the second-highest.
But as said, I was rather lazy than busy so I pretty much had an easy time in high school.
It was also a very nice school. The people and teachers were okay.
I met most of my great friends I hang out with even now (7 years later) there.
There I developed my own way of thinking. My personality. Who I am today.
Since I barely had troubles, I had all the freedom to become who I was ment to be.
I got good grades without effort, and just went on.

In about my third year there, I started to become more serious.
Not to the people arround me, but to myself.
I would think about things that kept humanity thinking since the beginning of time.
''Why am I here?''
''Why do so many people suffer, yet not me?''
''Why is the world this unfair''
It bothered me. It planted seeds that would be cause for my later sadness, or depression.
Even though these thoughts were there, I had the greatest time ever 1 year later.

I got my girlfriend ( my first ''real'' one), Rosanne. I loved here, even now I'm sure I did.
That is why I now realize I love far to easily.
I was naïve. She surpressed the effects of these deeper thoughts for me.
And I was fine with it, once again.
Lets say things went pretty much third base.
I reckoned it had to be serious right?
Boy, I was wrong. After a vacation I found out she cheated on me.
With 3 others in 1 week.

What. The. Fuck.
Even at this day 3 years later, I cannot comprehend that.
But I wasn't angry. As I said on these forums before I suck at being angry. It's sort of a gift.
Yes, I was sad and frustrated instead. I hit the door which has 2 holes to this day.
I fell down against the wall and cried. And all the pain these questions made bursted free into my mind.
They suffocated me awfully. Everything arround me was still fine. Still good friends, good at school.

But inside, I died. I felt numb.
On the outside I still showed everyone, yes everyone my crazy side.
I made fun, went out for drinks and was a nice kid to everyone.
But no one saw my inside. Something kept me from telling anyone.
I got sadder and sadder, and after my girlfriend left me I just didn't care about anything.
There was no reason for life in my eyes. It was the first and only time in my life I've thought about... suicide.
I quickly rejected that thought. I know that wouldn't do anyone any good.
At this point I was depressed.
What else can you be when you see no reason for life?

This was also a time at which I started doubting the philosophy the church thaught me since my beginning.
They told me of all these miracles, and how Jesus saved us.
It was his gift for everyone. And god loved us.
Then HOW COME that I felt so abandoned.
So I prayed. Every night.
"God, please. Show me that you're here to bear with me.''
''Please, make me feel anything.''
It didn't happen.
If he has the power to end the world, he surely has the power to show me, or make me feel his presence?
I still go there, to that church. I play guitar there monthly for about 400 people.
With still good friends, still a nice community. But still with doubts in my heart about which I won't tell anyone.
I'm sure they'll tell me he has been there all along. But I won't believe that.

Anyway, my depression. Yes. I fleed into music.
I just played unchained melodies, random songs that came into my mind.
Sometimes I sang with it. Sometimes the chords were the words.
It was what made me sure I could feel anything at all.
And no one knew.

After finishing school without even studying for the exams, I felt under pressure by society to chose something to study.
I was like ''Yeah itll be fun to be a teacher a guess.''. But in my heart I had no idea what to become.
So I chose the course of history teacher, and dropped out after 2 months.
I was clueless what to do with my life. Really, I felt like becoming anything wouldn't make me happy.
When I look back at the end of my life of going to my job daily, selling parts of my life for money, I wont be happy.
I was sure of that. So I just couldn't chose. My parents put me under more pressure.
But yeah, I couldn't.

So I decided to get a job untill I knew what to become.
I got accepted into ''Hell'' AKA McDonalds. (aye, Dyli.)
Yes, I baked hamburgers and shit for the whole flippin town.
It didn't help me at all. barely earned me any money.
At this point I wasn't really depressed anymore.
Just... Numb. I realized sadness wouldn't help me at all in anything I do.
I went to that hellish place a year long, whilst feeling to quit every time I was on my way.
I hated it.

At this point I went to a church whose religion I doubted,
Had a job without earning me anything at all,
Had friends who didn't truly know me,
and had no idea what to do with myself.
No idea where to go.
I know most of you had worse concrete things happened to you guys.
But it fucks with you. All of it.
I know I was supposed to be happy of being better in relation to so many other people in the world.
But I felt numb.

I thought those were the crossroads I had to pass and everything would be better.
But well, even hell couldn't handle me. Got fired after one year.
This bring me to where I am now.
I have no job nor school. Nothing to do.
I have dreams of traveling, which may never come true.
I know a job would never make me happy.
And I still feel so numb.
Theres no happy ending to this one.



I want to thank you guys. I haven't been arround for to long here. But I can vent my feelings here.
In fact this is the second time im telling such a story to anyone.
As said, most of you had worse. But to me this numbness and cluelessness is worse than the time of my depression.
I smile on the outside, but am dead on the inside.




As said, I read all of your stories. And aren't we all a bunch of unique people

Lost my dad when I was 11. Struggling with ADD. Self-harm. It's a long story.

My parents got divorced when I was 6, I was to young to know what was going on really. I started stress eating and by the time I was about 15 I was suicidal. I was the typical Emo kid and mid way thought Junior year in highschool I just stopped. I stopped caring what others thought of me, I started acting how I wanted to act and listing to what I wanted to listen to and dressing how I wanted and I've never been happier. I still see a therapist just because its good to have someone neutral to talk to.

wow my story? eh, i guess not alot of people are instrested in my story when i told it to people, but long story short, got a girl pregnant when i was 13 Years old and there is alot into that to, 3 month's of screaming, hating, therapists, late nights screaming at each other, and my GF told me many times that she would commit suicide. and thats like 30% of everything that happend in 5 month's

Have a good day!

When I was in grade school my dad cheated on my mom and since then I had to live with my aunts and grandparents instead. I rarely ever see them. Even now i see my dad only a couple of times a week, sometimes even once a month, and since my mom works abroad, i see her a couple of times a year. My relatives weren't the nicest people. They were really judgmental and yadda yadda. So for most of my life I felt really lonely. I kept thinking that no one cared about me and I was so hard on myself. Hated the way i looked, how i talked, basically everything. For a while I got into self-harm. I stopped though and god, can't believe i was stupid enough to do that. I'm ashamed of it, really.

That all stopped sometime in high school, where i met my best friend. It helps to have someone who listens and just be there for you like, all the time. Can't imagine life without her!

Now i'm in college and honestly all i'm worried about is ~the future~

Like, first of all, I don't know what I want to be! I mean, my course is fun and all that (I take up multimedia arts), but I honestly don't think i'm that good, so I don't think i'll go very far. All my work's crap compared to other people and idk my confidence in terms of everything related to that course is like, really, really low. I practice as often as I can but like, I never see any improvement, so it makes me really sad. So yeah if i don't improve anytime soon, I don't think i'll be good enough for anything. I see myself being in a lot of debts and living a generally shitty lifestyle.

Sigh.

School. Stuff. Things. Swiggity-swaggin.
Anime
Games
Life
Love people
Things

Stuff
Lulz
Such life
Much description
So wow.

Bullied my whole life execpt in high school I was bullied because of my disorder (ADHD) did not have many friends. I was called the werid one or strange. As of today i am no longer bullied and i have so many great friends

Wow, I read all the stories here and it's interesting to see what some people have been through.

But my story? Hmm.. like someone else said, I can only tell a bit of it since it's hardly close to over. But I had a normal life til about age 10, which started a 2 year long period of bullying. I got on the wrong side of a popular kid, and it's easy to connect the dots from there. Wasn't too bad until around seventh grade, when kids started throwing things at me and cornering me in the halls to yell at me for walking in the same place as them. But I never felt sad, never got into depression. I had this thing where I'd just tune out the world.

I had three friends, which I know is more than some people, but I was so unhappy with them. I was really popular in elementary school, since my mom was one of the staff members who everyone liked, plus I was really outgoing back then. When I got into middle school, I just fell back onto my shy ways. My three friends, two girls and a guy, were very mean to me. They used to hit me and I'd take it because I thought there was no one else I could turn to. One of the girls dislocated my finger because she hit me with her flute case. I lied and told the doctor I fell. Whenever I tried to get mad at them, they'd laugh and tell me I couldn't hold a grudge. And I'd always come back, because I knew I had nowhere else to go. When the bullying got severe, and the girls started coming to my house and vandalizing it, we decided to move. I loved the idea, of course. I had two or three months at the old school, but after that I was free. So I hoped. On the last day of school, I told all my friends I'd never see them again, and I laughed as they pretended to be sad. Once I left, I decided to prove them all wrong by holding a 2-year long grudge against them, refusing to contact them in any way or respond to their attempts to contact me. I've recently come back into contact with the girls, but I'll never speak to the guy.

When I got to my new school, I was still shy and awkward. I had no friends for the first two or three months, until we had to do a group activity in PE and I had nowhere to go. That's when I met one of my best friends, Abby, and she introduced me to another one of my best friends, Gabriela. I thank the world that she was outgoing enough to talk to me. Without her, I probably would have moved again. Middle school was uneventful, besides the fact that I made a few more friends and the usual classwork. When I got to high school, things made an abrupt change for the worse. It's about this time that I began to think about sexuality and the like. I met a girl who had a girlfriend and used her to experiment, causing her and her girlfriend to break up and herself to become depressed beyond belief. I regret that to this day, but I don't wish I could change it. Without that experience, I wouldn't have met some of the people I know today; or figured out my sexuality. I met a guy afterwards that became my first "real" boyfriend, and we dated for about two and a half months before I broke up with him out of confusion, beliefs in a religion I no longer belong to, and fear of commitment. He is now dating the ex-girlfriend of the girl previously mentioned, which really hurts.


Around then, I developed an eating disorder. I stopped eating for days at a time, only eating small amounts when my body begged me to, and only then so I could continue to function normally.


There is so much more I could write about, but I've written enough as it is, haha.


Currently I suffer from depression, anxiety, and anorexia. I self-harm frequently. However, I have many good friends, I've had a few boyfriends and girlfriends that worked out for a while, and overall I suppose I'm content with my life. It's myself I'm not content with.


If you read that wall of text, I congratulate you.

Well where to begin..
I had a pretty cozy life until I became twelve. Yes there was bullying in my life before that but it didn't affect me much other than making me a quiet girl. I had a loving family and couldn't ask for more.
When I was twelve my mum had an accident in a main retailer, it doesn't sound like much but she fell over a pallet due to having bad eyesight. She screwed up her arm by tearing all the ligaments and tendons in her shoulder, causing her excruciating pain and surgery for it to be fixed. Now as if you couldn't guess, the operations didn't work.
I became a carer and lost my mind. I became depressed and started failing badly at school. I began hating my life and in time hating my family. I mean, I was 12 I shouldn't have been caring for my mother.. I still needed caring for myself.
I became very disconnected and began self harming. I got bullied for my looks at school and became very withdrawn with everyone.
None of my teachers at school knew about my home problems and basically guessed that the reason I was failing was because I was retarded.
My mother had countless more operations to try and fix the problem but none helped. I can remember lying on my bed sobbing my heart out after seeing her in hospital. Even thinking about all of these memories are making me tear up now. Anyway. My attitude towards life started to worsen as the years went by. I nearly committed suicide once, thinking that I couldn't go one with i anymore.
I am still to this day emotionally unstable but have made a massive turn around in my life. I patched things up with my mum and now she is the most important person in my life. I met the love of my life and took out all of the people I din't need in my life.
I struggle chronically with getting out of bed most mornings, me and my family believe I have anemia. I sometimes believe that its my minds way of telling me not to bother with it anymore. I also believe I have many other problems mentally but push them to the back of my head and try to make the most out of my life. I have more bad days than good, but I'm getting better. I try not to dwell on things all the time but at the moment.. It's all baby steps until i get there.
I'm not looking for sympathy, just wanting to share my story with others so they know that there not always on there own.
Much love to the rest of you bro's. Just remember, you're never on your own! Adios~

I never heard of this thread till now xD
Well I will try not to type too much down.
I was bullied a lot in primary because I was shy and weak. Also that I wasn't very smart because of all the bullying and stress that gotten into me so I moved to another school and everything was all fine but the only issue I have is studying. I tried to get better marks for my tests and be a proper student at that time because stress was still getting into me so I became rebellious. Being one made me feel calmer but I kept getting myself into troubles with teachers and I even went to see the principal. Shift into another school because the last one has crappy teachers nowadays.
Year 7 and 8 was alright. Met some pretty cool people and going to meet them when I come back to Malaysia.
1st term of Year 9(before I moved to New Zealand) It was better and did enjoyed the term except that I sorta embarrassed but I'm gonna forget about that.
Schooling in New Zealand is pretty decent, just some unnecessary dramas and I'm just worried about the exams that I'm doing. I find the exams ridiculous because I know that I shouldn't be spending my time on this one.

Anyways that's it for now

this is the story all about how My life got turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the kid of a city called New york In Gibara,Cuba born and raised On the playground where I spent most of my days Chilling out, maxing, relaxing or coolin' or playing some baseball outside of the school When a couple of guys, they were up to no good Started making trouble in my part of the woods I got in one little fight and my great grandma got scared She said "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in New york I begged and pleaded with her the other day But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way She gave me a kissin' and she gave me my ticket I put my fake Mp3 on and said I might as well kick it coach, yo this isn't bad, Drinking lemon-aid out of a dirty glass Is this what the people of New york livin' like , Hmm this might be alright!I whistled for a cab and when it came near the License plate said "Br0nx" and had a lice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought nah forget it, yo home to New york!I pulled up to a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homie smell you later"Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as kid of New york.

I just copied mine because I posted this earlier in the illness/disease topic. Its not all but allright.

When I was younger it there was nothing wrong with me but then things happened at home which weren't a lot of fun..


First it started with my dad getting angry at me for nothing a lot of times, but it worsened.
I got into a lot of argues with my dad and do hard work at my 7th (age), later at primary school I got bullied quite some times, which started to heap up together, I became a bit depressed. Then later I got into a lot of fights with my dad, over my school grades and other random stuff which didnt make any sense. I got slammed into walls, hit on my head with a chair and pushed down the stairs etc. That made my situation worse. My dad was also masterfull at making someone feel bad about themselves. I locked myself up in my room 24/7, didn't care about anything anymore but my friends. My mom and sister were also talking bad about men in general while I was sitting in the backseat which made me feel bad. Whenever my sister did anything wrong, I got blamed. Because there were even more things going on, I was in a big depression. I also had the Pfeiffer sickness AND didn't have sufficient iron in my blood. Which made me tired as hell. This lead to suicidal thoughts. Fortunately, I still had friends, so I didn't even want to do it because I'd lose them. Then my suicidal thoughts went to thoughts about killing my father. After a few years of being molested I was done with him but oi, I was still atleast able to think straight, so I just didn't even try to kill him. Later on the relation between me, my mom and my sister got better. I was pretty happy at that time. But then I got into a lot of fights with my dad again. Then also my sister got into a lot of fights with him. I had to defend her quite some times actually, but unfortunately she didnt defend me when something happened to me between my parents and I. But I didn't really care because I know how it hurts and know what was the best thing I could do. Then my mom also got into a lot of fights with my dad, throwing stuff at eachother, cursing at eachother 24/7. Which made me depressed all day. Starting from then I also had to protect my mom, which I did together with my sister. After a while my mom was also in a depression. She didnt sleep at all and got paranoia, she drove into the river with her car and all because she thought she was being followed. She ended up in the hospital for a few months. My dad and my sister got into some fights too. My dad also accused my sister his boyfriend of rape. There were strange things going on between my sister and her boyfriend for a while so I even thought that was true. I just got to know it wasnt. My sister also cut herself during a fight with my dad, so I had to take care of her as she was lying on the ground with blood coming out of her arm. I put some sheets over her to make her warm, got her some water etc. After a while she moved out of the house. Then I also got into some fights with my dad. We barely talk. Now at this moment I am still living with my father. My mom went and is staying at a friend of her for a few months, might even be a year or 2. I sometimes get to see her. Because a lot also happened not long ago, I am pretty much still in depression. There were some more things going on though, but I think this is enough for now.


I know my grammar sucks here etc. but oh well.
I still love to help other people with their problems though. So even though quite a lot of stuff happened, my own personality stays strong.

Hello, there.
I'm Lily. I'm 14.
I have gone through it all, and I think I'm starting to come back around.
Where to start... Well, nothing really catawampus happened until this year.
I became really depressed, and pushed everyone away. I didn't have any friends until a girl named Katelyn invited me to her study group, and the study group girls invited me to church....
And I found God. Which is so important.
I went on a school trip to Washington, D.C. and I started talking to a boy named Hunter.
I sort of fell head-over-heels for him.
So, we didn't have any classes together, which sucked.
We hung out at school events, which was awesome.
I walked with him in the hall, despite my crippling social anxiety.
So on my last day of school, I confessed to having feelings for him. And... The craziest thing happened.
He... confessed... to having feels... for me.
(And as you can see, I'm on PewDiePie.net, which doesn't entail the most social of personalities)
So I asked him how long he had liked me and he sent me a link to this discussion board or whatever you wanna call it.
And we're kind of a thing now which is pretty cool.
He's Chips on this site, by the way.

Thanks for reading this, bros. :thumbsup:

UPDATE: 3/11/14 wow, uh, damn... I don't know how to start this. Hi. So you're reading this. I'm not talking about the dozens of stranger reading this, I mean you. Hunter. Hi. So I'd never tell you this if I thought you would find it. But, oh, I miss you terribly. It's so unfounded and you're dating Phanarai who is so sweet and adorable and kawaii as hell. I've just been thinking about you these past few days (Wednesday will be the anniversary of our friendship, when I dared you to put as many cookie crisp in your mouth as possible; Thursday will be the anniversary of my feelings for you. Ridiculous, how I fell so hard so fast. But I never told you about that, did I?) I'm still ridiculous. I'm so... stupid. I let you go and I regret it! I know there's nothing I can do. You're happy. I'm... miserable. I'm not asking for much. Just... when you two are done... Give me a call. I don't mean a text, no, I want to hear your voice on the line and not feel like I'm falling any more. I don't want you to become another sad poem. It would be a betrayal to the both of us. God. This is stupid and selfish and I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. Just. My feelings never completely dissipated. That's never a good thing. I guess I just want closure. I'm sorry. --L

Lets just say,
i have one sided releationship with my classmate who are a girl, and my boyfriend is an ass, my parens are hiding something from me, i hate my step-dad and my (real?)mum, i dont even know my real dad and i don't look like my (real?)mum, anyways half of my class hates me, but i have friends too.
Evelina who i have feelings to, Zhanet she is my BFF XD, Cristine shes ummm~ stupid first friend.
but im sadddd~ i dont talk alot, i'm going to dye my hair black and i made a scar on my left arm, i tried to jump out of my rooms window at night but i was too scared n' yea some shit like that. Sometimes at night everything becomes black and at the next moning i have blood on my hand and/or a foul taste of blood in my mouth but yeah.