God, life can be a pain, Bad things happen Options

[*paul murphy*]

I just realized, my life has been 1 train wreck after another. First, I was born with CYSTIC fibrosis and told that I wudn't live and if i did i wudn't be able to walk or run. I fairly stroked them, but anyway, after that my ma is told that she has breast cancer, my da had an affair, my grandpa, who i was very close to, died while my ma had the cancer. It went good for a while then my parents were seriously thinkin about a divorce. Thank God they didn't. And the last straw was this Sunday... John Cena def JBL! AHHHH! Best champ ever gets beat by a punk.

Anyway, cheer me up or depress me more with this thread by literally tellin ur life story! ! !

[racoons > you]

I've had a lot go wrong in my life.
I'm terrible with dealing with things.

A lot of people have died in my life.
All of my grandparents (except for one grandfather) had died before I was born. It may not sound like much, but it ended up being bad. All of my friends would always sit there and brag about how much fun they would have at a grandmother's house and how their grandmothers would bake cookies with them and how they'd go fishing with their grandfathers, and I had never been able to experience any of that. I only had one grandfather and his health was never stable. He had suffered from at least three heart-attacks in my time of knowing him. He also battled cancer during my time, so he was never stable enough in health to even talk to him sometimes. Then one day in second grade, we got a phone call from my uncle telling us that my grandfather was in the hospital and was already brain-dead. We got there to visit him before we had to say goodbye forever. I was the only one in the room when he completely died and that experience will haunt me forever. Even typing this now, I'm getting chills up and down my spine. I was eight years old when my last grandparent died. I was "lucky" enough to witness it as well.
Then a few months later, my dog died.
Once again, that doesn't seem like much, but it really was. At that point, I was an extreme loner. I had one friend and in that grade, we weren't very close. So, naturally, my dog was basically my best friend. Then she died. At least it wasn't a brutal death, but I witnessed two deaths of people I cared very deeply for within a few months at a semi-young age. It hit me like a load of bricks. I understood death, but it just hit me hard.

Then as I got older, I got made fun of a lot at school for, I guess looking back on it, for being different. I liked metal at a young age and I was always just very different than everyone else. I got made fun of daily. I still do to this day, but it was very bad in elementary school.

Then in sixth grade, one of my close friends passed away. She had a lot of heart problems and suffered a long time. She passed away when I was twelve. She was fourteen. It was a bad, bad experience for me. It hurt so much to see her at the wake and at the funeral in the open coffin. I cried for months. It was bad in which the way I figured it out. Someone came and told me in orchestra in sixth grade right after she passed. My parents wouldn't let me come home either.

Then after that, a few cousins and uncles passed away. Those weren't as tragic towards me as the other ones though.

Those are just a few events. There are also a lot of on-going things in my life that bring me down.

I already mentioned it, but the fact of being made fun of everyday or so. I know I shouldn't let their words get to me and such, but I get made fun of everyday by people I absolutely hate. They get away with that shit all of the time and if I step up to the plate and try to defend myself, I get in trouble. I get into trouble all of the time. Even if I don't do something, I have to take the blame, and it seems like even if I try and defend myself, I get into MORE trouble. I can't stand it. I get made fun of for things I can't even control. My mental issues, my height, my family, etc. I'm sorry, but I can't control any of that, so it really gets to me.

My parents really bug me. I know, I know. Every teenage girl says that, but my parents don't really seem to care. They are SO strict. I'm not allowed out after 8:00 P.M. and I have to get offline at 8:30 P.M. Common concerns, right? Well...I guess....But they don't allow me to do ANYTHING. If I'm in a bad mood and I show it, they yell at me for taking it out on them, in which usually I am not. If I'm sad, they basically give me a "suck-it-up" kind of look and tell me to get over it. They rarely want to talk to me about things. When they do and I talk to them about my problems, they barely even listen. My parents are nice and all, but they don't really care. They just want me to bring home good grades and they want me to be well-behaved. We don't talk at all. They just expect me to be perfect.

I've never had many friends, and that's fine, but now even my best friends are causing a lot of issues between us. They both have boyfriends and they absolutely LOVE to rub that little fact in my face, seeing that I don't currently have a boyfriend. I don't care that they have boyfriends. That's great for them, sure, I'm happy for them, but do they have to rub it in my face that they have boyfriends and I don't? I don't care if they're being subtle about it. That's the impression that I get. They always talk about their boyfriends around me, even when I try and change the subject. I've tried to talk to them about this before, but they don't give a shit about my problems and they always bring the subject back to themselves or to their boyfriends. I had a serious talk with one of them on the subject and she just threw it back at me, telling me that this is how she felt when I was dating a guy named Alec. Well, excuse me, but I didn't make out with him in frong out of school. Meh.
nt of you. They show their affection publically, right in my face. I'll be talking with one of them, and they'll just start making out. Right there on the spot. In mid-sentence. Then my other friends never want to do anythi

No, boyfriends aren't all that I care about, but I still can't get over my ex. We had a weird break-up and we have a weird relationship now. He got a new girlfriend promptly after we broke up. He likes to talk about the "old times," but he never wants to re-live them or do anything as friends. It just gets to me. I'm really sensitive.

I have a few mental issues as well. I have chronic depression along with other things. I'm an insomniac, and it hurts me terribly grades-wise. And that, in return, makes my relationship with my parents worse. I cut a lot, and I am suicidal most of the time. I realize that last bit is brought on by myself and myself only, but some of it is caused by the mental disorders I have. The few people that know about my issues judge me by them. They don't get to know me because of my mental issues. They're almost afraid of me or something, I think.

Anyway, I've complained enough and I don't think anyone cares to read anymore about my childhood. I have more to say, but I'm tired of typing.

damn, brie.

*hugs*

if you ever wanna tlak about anything, aim me sammimademedoit. i'll listen, even if i cant exactly do anything about it, which may help.

[*paul murphy*]

damn, brie. 

*hugs*

if you ever wanna tlak about anything, aim me sammimademedoit. i'll listen, even if i cant exactly do anything about it, which may help.

same from me