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well . . . . i was in this weddind every one was happy , the brid and her mother much, i saw the mother of the brid crying , i went and told her u musnt cry u know and tried to make her feel better i didnt notice that she was blind then mom came and talked to her well mom knows her and knows that she is blind ,she told mom that she wishes that she can see just for a second to see her daughter happy and in her wedding dress and to see hat innocent face that she couldent see from many years


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The saddest day of my life was when my grandmother died. She was visiting her brother in France whom she hasn't seen in 2o+ years. She was there only a few days when I got the call that she had had a stoke and ended up in hospital in a coma . 15 days later after a few surgeries she died. As she died I was left all alone to take care of myself, since she was the one I was living with. 4 years have passed since then and I'm finishing university, have a job and doing very well.


i understand how you feel, i really do..my beloved grandma passed away last year.. Well, we have to continue living right? Ganbatte!!
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Oh, the story above reminded me about the day my grandma passed away. We got a phone call a day before she 'went' saying she had breathing difficulties. I guess we already have this uneasy feeling, but there's nothing we can do because we live a state away from her and there's no car to take us to her. She was living at my aunt's. That night we kept praying for her to b safe.(I'm a Muslim) Then, at 3 o'clock in the morning, we had a phone call again from my aunt, telling us she's on her deathbed and she wanted to see all her children(she's my mom's mom). So, we started packing, with my mom's crying her eyes out, everybody was crying with panic but i didn't cry at all. But i can still remember how my heart was beating wildly. We called up my brother and they(2 of them) agreed to take us to my aunt's. After we finished packing up and i had my bathe, i did my morning prayer. There was this kind of feeling, pure sadness, and something else, i'm not sure what it was. I prayed for her safety but then all of a sudden i was like thinking, she must b in pain and she must b missing my late grandpa a lot. Yeah, my grandpa passed away 6 months before her, now you know how painful it was for us...So, with that thinking, i kinda said to God, "God, if it's time for them to meet, you may take her away,". And you know what, just when i was descending the stairs, i heard my mom's crying again. You can really sense it from the atmosphere. I knew even before my youngest sister came up running to me and crying saying my grandma had already gone. I'm a slow girl, i knew and understand really clearly about the situation, but my eyes took like 5 minutes to react. So, we waited for my brothers and they were late, i dunno why. They were damn late whilst my dad acted like it's just another day on earth and he didn't seem to care at all. i was too mixed up to b angry, but my eldest sister was furious like hell. Actually everybody was blaming my dad because he never let my mother go back to see my grandma while she was sick. Even when she was admitted to the hospital, he wouldn't let my mom go back to her. The moment was hectic with various moods. My mom and my youngest sister was crying and crying. My eldest sister was eyeing my dad with murderous glance and my Down Syndrome's sister was confused, she kept going round and round in the house and crying because she saw my mom's crying. I'd already stopped crying. My tears' factory wasn't working well, i guess. And now that i think about it, i was the only calm one..i wonder if i'm the kind of person with no feeling? Hais...my brothers arrived at 10 (jeez, we got up at 3a.m, my grandma passed away at 5 something, and he arrived at 10..) Then, there was other problems concerning my dad, which i'm not going to tell here, and we ended starting our journey at almost 11 a.m. Because of our lateness, we couldn't see my grandmother's face for the last time. You know what, i was calm and quiet throughout the journey, my eldest sister who was in the same car with me along with my father, was crying, stopped a moment and cried again and the cycle went on. Even when my brother got a phone call from my mom saying my grandma was already buried and my sister was like so sad and furious, i was still calm. Actually my heart fell when i heard the news, really. It' was like it broke into pieces at that time, i just couldn't cry. We even got lost before we finally went the right track. Then, when we finally arrived at the village where my aunt was staying, i started crying but there was no sound. The tears just flowed like that. When we finally reached the house, our relatives were staring at us and my youngest aunt was sobbing. "What took you so long, they already buried her,"she said. That was when i really broke down. "They were late," that was all i can say. After that, my cousin took me to my grandma's grave not faraway from my aunt's house, i sent her a prayer and promised her to b good and i promised to take care of my mom. I told her to rest in peace and don't worry about my mom. I didn't cry because to us Muslims, you should never cry too much at the graveyard. We wouldn't even allow those who r too emotional to b in the graveyard because we r concern the deceased spirit would worry and sad about who they have left. But my other cousin who also arrived late was crying there and that first cousin i mentioned had to calm him down. After that we went home. Then, there were praying ceremonies for 3 days and 3 nights for my grandmother but i couldn't stay because my dad was noisy saying he wants to go home and his feet r hurting and it's too cold at my aunt's. My mom and youngest sister and the Down Syndrome one stayed, my eldest sister and i had to accompanied my father home. Then, i had to take care of my father until my mom got back because my eldest sis had to go to her college everyday. That is the story. I'm still sad when i think about what happened. But, well, i'm going to keep my promise.
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ohh man dying isnt kool its sad for everyone..... i was almost at tears before i finished reading everyones stories.....

i have a story quite similar. Its about my Aunty who passed away from lung cancer like years ago...she was a heavy smoker and died at 40 sux huh! it was about 7 years ago..when i was a youngin...i never got to see her at the hospital coz we live in different states but i remember the last time i saw her...(shes from melbourne and im from sydney)

It was early in the afternoon about 5pm and everyone was getting ready to go watch my cousin and his band who had a gig in a local jazz club in melbourne. I remember Everyone was running around fussing about what they were wareing and all sorts of stuff that i couldnt quite remember. The only two people that seemed to be organised and ready were me and my aunty lol.....and so my aunty walked into the living room and shouted "Okay everyone FASTER....lets get outa here...i dont want to miss my sons gig....ill wait outside for you all". And with that said..she left the room and waited on the front porch.

I was the only one ready so i walked outside and joined my aunty who was sitting down on the bench they have on the front porch. (I was kinda being a suck up lol). "Im ready Aunty Wendy" with a big grin lol...she smiled happily as she said that everyone is useless. I sat down next to her and we waited for everyone else. It took 10 minutes for everyone to finally come out but that 10 minutes would be the last time i ever would actually talk to my aunty 1 on 1..just the two of us..All i could remember is that she was talking about stuff that was really boring (its what i thought at the time). She talked about how she liked to sit on that porch and watch all the different kinds of people that walked passed the small park that was in front of her house. She even mentioned how some people bring their dogs and let the dogs shit on the grass and dont even clean up after the dog,i was totally like..."ewwwww Aunty Wendy i didnt wanna here that". She just laughed. About 7 minutes passed and i remember her patting me on the head and talking about how me and my brother had grown alot since she last saw us and even mentioned that wed grow up to become handsome young men lol....i clearly remember her just staring into that park with a relaxed expression and smiling as she rubbed my head.Not a word was spoken untill everyone finally was ready and we all headed off together.

I left melbourne a week later for my home city of Sydney.....a year later my family heared she died of lung cancer. I didnt know how to feel about it. All i remember was that i was speachless not a thought in mind. My dad was distorted...his little sister had died.....(apparently everyone knew she was in hospital accept for me and my brother.

shit now im feeling sad lol!!!

Posted 5/16/08
I grew up with my 2 best friends. One of them is still my best friend and she is also my sister(Jana). The other girl used to be my neighbour (Franzi)(when we were 5 years old until we were 9 years) we played often together and used to know a lot of children everywhere and played with them. But there was one guy (Felix)who was in the same kindergartengroup and later class like my best friend/neighbour was. He was really special to her - we could say he was her 1st love...

My sister and me moved and also went to another school, but we were still in the same town as my other best friend. But we didn't do anything together anymore so we lost sight of Franzi. until i got in the same school and this time also in the same class as her.
We could tell that felix was still special to franzi, they also used to date each other. Well starting some day my little sister and my former neighbour weren't my best friends anymore, we went in different directions. But they were still best friends and did a lot with people i , i must admit, didn't like. They drank every weekend and loved to trouble people who passed their meeting point. Okay they didn't trouble me, never... but i didn't like that attitude.Felix was also in that clique, so my 2 former best friends met a lot with him. Jana and him became friends and franzi still was in love with him. i never talked to him after my childhood. One day Jana (one of my former best friends) and me went out for a walk together (btw we were 14 and 15).

Then our cousin met us by coinscence and just started to talk " That with felix is really sad isn't it?" We just looked and then finally i asked "What happened?"
"You don't know? Tonight he stole the car of his father and drove with it...way to fast...he crashed into a tree and died immediately."

my sister was in shock, she didn't cry, she just stood there. Then she went to tell it franzi ..But how can you tell someone that her 1 st love died?

i was crying for days, my sister needed weeks to come over it, and franzi never seemed to come over the loss of felix...but we thought she came over him, because she hid her feelings...

around a year after feilx died, jana came drunk and crying home at night. She screamed "franzi is in hospital!" i asked what happened and she answered that franzi was drinking way to much...she drank herself into a coma. and then jana said " franzi still isn't over felix...she was crying for him while drinking, she just drank and didn't stop! I didn't notice it, nobody noticed! I fear that she will die... i should have kept an eye on her!"
like Jana i was so worried about franzi, but she needed words like "everything will turn out all right. don't cry..." so i hugged her and said them again and again...

Franzi needed to be reanimated on the way to the hospital (4,0 promille alcohol in her blood...) and the doctors said that it was a miracle that she could be reanimated.

Luckily this story didn't turn out to the worse, i couldn't stand to lose her. so i really am thankful to her guardian angel...
Posted 5/19/08

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I grew up with my 2 best friends. One of them is still my best friend and she is also my sister(Jana). The other girl used to be my neighbour (Franzi)(when we were 5 years old until we were 9 years) we played often together and used to know a lot of children everywhere and played with them. But there was one guy (Felix)who was in the same kindergartengroup and later class like my best friend/neighbour was. He was really special to her - we could say he was her 1st love...

My sister and me moved and also went to another school, but we were still in the same town as my other best friend. But we didn't do anything together anymore so we lost sight of Franzi. until i got in the same school and this time also in the same class as her.
We could tell that felix was still special to franzi, they also used to date each other. Well starting some day my little sister and my former neighbour weren't my best friends anymore, we went in different directions. But they were still best friends and did a lot with people i , i must admit, didn't like. They drank every weekend and loved to trouble people who passed their meeting point. Okay they didn't trouble me, never... but i didn't like that attitude.Felix was also in that clique, so my 2 former best friends met a lot with him. Jana and him became friends and franzi still was in love with him. i never talked to him after my childhood. One day Jana (one of my former best friends) and me went out for a walk together (btw we were 14 and 15).

Then our cousin met us by coinscence and just started to talk " That with felix is really sad isn't it?" We just looked and then finally i asked "What happened?"
"You don't know? Tonight he stole the car of his father and drove with it...way to fast...he crashed into a tree and died immediately."

my sister was in shock, she didn't cry, she just stood there. Then she went to tell it franzi ..But how can you tell someone that her 1 st love died?

i was crying for days, my sister needed weeks to come over it, and franzi never seemed to come over the loss of felix...but we thought she came over him, because she hid her feelings...

around a year after feilx died, jana came drunk and crying home at night. She screamed "franzi is in hospital!" i asked what happened and she answered that franzi was drinking way to much...she drank herself into a coma. and then jana said " franzi still isn't over felix...she was crying for him while drinking, she just drank and didn't stop! I didn't notice it, nobody noticed! I fear that she will die... i should have kept an eye on her!"
like Jana i was so worried about franzi, but she needed words like "everything will turn out all right. don't cry..." so i hugged her and said them again and again...

Franzi needed to be reanimated on the way to the hospital (4,0 promille alcohol in her blood...) and the doctors said that it was a miracle that she could be reanimated.

Luckily this story didn't turn out to the worse, i couldn't stand to lose her. so i really am thankful to her guardian angel...


Saddddddd, i m sooo sorry for all of u!!!!
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I grew up with my 2 best friends. One of them is still my best friend and she is also my sister(Jana). The other girl used to be my neighbour (Franzi)(when we were 5 years old until we were 9 years) we played often together and used to know a lot of children everywhere and played with them. But there was one guy (Felix)who was in the same kindergartengroup and later class like my best friend/neighbour was. He was really special to her - we could say he was her 1st love...

My sister and me moved and also went to another school, but we were still in the same town as my other best friend. But we didn't do anything together anymore so we lost sight of Franzi. until i got in the same school and this time also in the same class as her.
We could tell that felix was still special to franzi, they also used to date each other. Well starting some day my little sister and my former neighbour weren't my best friends anymore, we went in different directions. But they were still best friends and did a lot with people i , i must admit, didn't like. They drank every weekend and loved to trouble people who passed their meeting point. Okay they didn't trouble me, never... but i didn't like that attitude.Felix was also in that clique, so my 2 former best friends met a lot with him. Jana and him became friends and franzi still was in love with him. i never talked to him after my childhood. One day Jana (one of my former best friends) and me went out for a walk together (btw we were 14 and 15).

Then our cousin met us by coinscence and just started to talk " That with felix is really sad isn't it?" We just looked and then finally i asked "What happened?"
"You don't know? Tonight he stole the car of his father and drove with it...way to fast...he crashed into a tree and died immediately."

my sister was in shock, she didn't cry, she just stood there. Then she went to tell it franzi ..But how can you tell someone that her 1 st love died?

i was crying for days, my sister needed weeks to come over it, and franzi never seemed to come over the loss of felix...but we thought she came over him, because she hid her feelings...

around a year after feilx died, jana came drunk and crying home at night. She screamed "franzi is in hospital!" i asked what happened and she answered that franzi was drinking way to much...she drank herself into a coma. and then jana said " franzi still isn't over felix...she was crying for him while drinking, she just drank and didn't stop! I didn't notice it, nobody noticed! I fear that she will die... i should have kept an eye on her!"
like Jana i was so worried about franzi, but she needed words like "everything will turn out all right. don't cry..." so i hugged her and said them again and again...

Franzi needed to be reanimated on the way to the hospital (4,0 promille alcohol in her blood...) and the doctors said that it was a miracle that she could be reanimated.

Luckily this story didn't turn out to the worse, i couldn't stand to lose her. so i really am thankful to her guardian angel...


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I grew up with my 2 best friends. One of them is still my best friend and she is also my sister(Jana). The other girl used to be my neighbour (Franzi)(when we were 5 years old until we were 9 years) we played often together and used to know a lot of children everywhere and played with them. But there was one guy (Felix)who was in the same kindergartengroup and later class like my best friend/neighbour was. He was really special to her - we could say he was her 1st love...

My sister and me moved and also went to another school, but we were still in the same town as my other best friend. But we didn't do anything together anymore so we lost sight of Franzi. until i got in the same school and this time also in the same class as her.
We could tell that felix was still special to franzi, they also used to date each other. Well starting some day my little sister and my former neighbour weren't my best friends anymore, we went in different directions. But they were still best friends and did a lot with people i , i must admit, didn't like. They drank every weekend and loved to trouble people who passed their meeting point. Okay they didn't trouble me, never... but i didn't like that attitude.Felix was also in that clique, so my 2 former best friends met a lot with him. Jana and him became friends and franzi still was in love with him. i never talked to him after my childhood. One day Jana (one of my former best friends) and me went out for a walk together (btw we were 14 and 15).

Then our cousin met us by coinscence and just started to talk " That with felix is really sad isn't it?" We just looked and then finally i asked "What happened?"
"You don't know? Tonight he stole the car of his father and drove with it...way to fast...he crashed into a tree and died immediately."

my sister was in shock, she didn't cry, she just stood there. Then she went to tell it franzi ..But how can you tell someone that her 1 st love died?

i was crying for days, my sister needed weeks to come over it, and franzi never seemed to come over the loss of felix...but we thought she came over him, because she hid her feelings...

around a year after feilx died, jana came drunk and crying home at night. She screamed "franzi is in hospital!" i asked what happened and she answered that franzi was drinking way to much...she drank herself into a coma. and then jana said " franzi still isn't over felix...she was crying for him while drinking, she just drank and didn't stop! I didn't notice it, nobody noticed! I fear that she will die... i should have kept an eye on her!"
like Jana i was so worried about franzi, but she needed words like "everything will turn out all right. don't cry..." so i hugged her and said them again and again...

Franzi needed to be reanimated on the way to the hospital (4,0 promille alcohol in her blood...) and the doctors said that it was a miracle that she could be reanimated.

Luckily this story didn't turn out to the worse, i couldn't stand to lose her. so i really am thankful to her guardian angel...


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Again, it happened again. She lost her temper and argued back. He...her father...couldn't keep his mouth shut. He always have to find problems about everything. He always have hurt his own family members. Yeah, he doesn't strike them, but his words hurt the most. And as always when he does something like that it was she...his eldest daughter...that gets hurt.

"How stupid can you be? Don't you ever consider other people's feelings when you say something or tell us to do something?", she cried, unable to sit calmly after listening to her father order her mom to move everything in the room so that the floors can be replaced in an hour. It's a task that takes more than two people, people that has a health hazard, her and her mom.

"You stupid b***h, shut the f**k up. When I tell you to do something, do it. Don't talk back."

They stood face to face both trembling in anger. But he doesn't understand how angry she's become, her whole being is sensitized. It's on hair trigger. One movement from him that denotes an act of violence towards her and she will strike. No, she won't use her fist, already her eyes have found the means to strike him down. Yep, that pencil is good enough for her, it's pointy enough to cut through flesh, it's enough to be buried deep in his stomach.

"F**kin' b***h, f**kin' b***h," and with that he walked away.

She heard him leave the house, so she sat backed down and try to regain her composure. Her breaths coming hard and fast. She was afraid of what she almost did. She always knew what she was capable of. She knew that she had a bloodlust. She's told countless people already, even her own mother. But they don't really believe, they all just looked at her as if she's telling a good story or making some kind of joke. No one knew how much restraint she has put upon herself. The mental chains digging deep into flesh and each time her inner monster attempts to break free, she can feel the pain throughout her whole body. Flesh being pulled in all directions,needles slicing through her head, and her hands formed into claws like a predator ready to strike prey.

"Why do you always have to do that? Acting like a b***h? He's your father and you should respect him the way a daughter must. You're such a stupid, greedy b***h. The only one you think of is yourself.", said her mom, anger and hatred in her voice.

"Let's see, I'm lazy. So I don't like doing anything in the house. And who the hell would listen to someone who doesn't ask politely or help out when something needs to be done? Whatever, I need to take a piss. See ya." With a smile, she slowly walked to the bathroom as if she wasn't hurt or shocked by all that happened.

Silently she closed the door and locked it. She stood with her body against the shower's pillar. She's in pain, her whole body shuddered with it, and yet she wouldn't let the tears stinging her eyes fall, not one single drop. Her hands became claws ready to tear at her own throat if she so much as utter a single cry. She wouldn't. She would never let herself lose control in such a manner.

It should stop. It should stop. How should it stop? Ahhh...yes. That's it. Pain. She should cut herself. Her wrist? No. Her legs? No. Damn. There's no blade anywhere. She have to stop it. The emotional pain that is eating her right now must stop. She WILL not lose control, no matter if it kills her. Punch the wall? It'll be very easy to hurt yourself in such a manner. No, too obvious. She can't. She should....

"Aha...hahahahhaha...ahahahahaha...." Silent laughter. Her reflection in the mirror is so funny. Damn but she should of looked at it sooner. She looked so pathetic and stupid right there. If anyone had seen her they would have been at a lost for words.

"Huhuhmmmm...." This is just hilarious. She's in pain, so what? She wants to hurt herself. Go ahead. It'll feel real good, right?

Ahhh...there's no help for it. She's insane. Yep, she's crazy. But as long as she's in control everyone would be alright.




Hmm... I don't know which category to put this in so I put it in here.
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Again, it happened again. She lost her temper and argued back. He...her father...couldn't keep his mouth shut. He always have to find problems about everything. He always have hurt his own family members. Yeah, he doesn't strike them, but his words hurt the most. And as always when he does something like that it was she...his eldest daughter...that gets hurt.

"How stupid can you be? Don't you ever consider other people's feelings when you say something or tell us to do something?", she cried, unable to sit calmly after listening to her father order her mom to move everything in the room so that the floors can be replaced in an hour. It's a task that takes more than two people, people that has a health hazard, her and her mom.

"You stupid b***h, shut the f**k up. When I tell you to do something, do it. Don't talk back."

They stood face to face both trembling in anger. But he doesn't understand how angry she's become, her whole being is sensitized. It's on hair trigger. One movement from him that denotes an act of violence towards her and she will strike. No, she won't use her fist, already her eyes have found the means to strike him down. Yep, that pencil is good enough for her, it's pointy enough to cut through flesh, it's enough to be buried deep in his stomach.

"F**kin' b***h, f**kin' b***h," and with that he walked away.

She heard him leave the house, so she sat backed down and try to regain her composure. Her breaths coming hard and fast. She was afraid of what she almost did. She always knew what she was capable of. She knew that she had a bloodlust. She's told countless people already, even her own mother. But they don't really believe, they all just looked at her as if she's telling a good story or making some kind of joke. No one knew how much restraint she has put upon herself. The mental chains digging deep into flesh and each time her inner monster attempts to break free, she can feel the pain throughout her whole body. Flesh being pulled in all directions,needles slicing through her head, and her hands formed into claws like a predator ready to strike prey.

"Why do you always have to do that? Acting like a b***h? He's your father and you should respect him the way a daughter must. You're such a stupid, greedy b***h. The only one you think of is yourself.", said her mom, anger and hatred in her voice.

"Let's see, I'm lazy. So I don't like doing anything in the house. And who the hell would listen to someone who doesn't ask politely or help out when something needs to be done? Whatever, I need to take a piss. See ya." With a smile, she slowly walked to the bathroom as if she wasn't hurt or shocked by all that happened.

Silently she closed the door and locked it. She stood with her body against the shower's pillar. She's in pain, her whole body shuddered with it, and yet she wouldn't let the tears stinging her eyes fall, not one single drop. Her hands became claws ready to tear at her own throat if she so much as utter a single cry. She wouldn't. She would never let herself lose control in such a manner.

It should stop. It should stop. How should it stop? Ahhh...yes. That's it. Pain. She should cut herself. Her wrist? No. Her legs? No. Damn. There's no blade anywhere. She have to stop it. The emotional pain that is eating her right now must stop. She WILL not lose control, no matter if it kills her. Punch the wall? It'll be very easy to hurt yourself in such a manner. No, too obvious. She can't. She should....

"Aha...hahahahhaha...ahahahahaha...." Silent laughter. Her reflection in the mirror is so funny. Damn but she should of looked at it sooner. She looked so pathetic and stupid right there. If anyone had seen her they would have been at a lost for words.

"Huhuhmmmm...." This is just hilarious. She's in pain, so what? She wants to hurt herself. Go ahead. It'll feel real good, right?

Ahhh...there's no help for it. She's insane. Yep, she's crazy. But as long as she's in control everyone would be alright.




Hmm... I don't know which category to put this in so I put it in here.

I think you're right to put it under the sad story
I'm starting to understand why people cut themselves =(
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Again, it happened again. She lost her temper and argued back. He...her father...couldn't keep his mouth shut. He always have to find problems about everything. He always have hurt his own family members. Yeah, he doesn't strike them, but his words hurt the most. And as always when he does something like that it was she...his eldest daughter...that gets hurt.

"How stupid can you be? Don't you ever consider other people's feelings when you say something or tell us to do something?", she cried, unable to sit calmly after listening to her father order her mom to move everything in the room so that the floors can be replaced in an hour. It's a task that takes more than two people, people that has a health hazard, her and her mom.

"You stupid b***h, shut the f**k up. When I tell you to do something, do it. Don't talk back."

They stood face to face both trembling in anger. But he doesn't understand how angry she's become, her whole being is sensitized. It's on hair trigger. One movement from him that denotes an act of violence towards her and she will strike. No, she won't use her fist, already her eyes have found the means to strike him down. Yep, that pencil is good enough for her, it's pointy enough to cut through flesh, it's enough to be buried deep in his stomach.

"F**kin' b***h, f**kin' b***h," and with that he walked away.

She heard him leave the house, so she sat backed down and try to regain her composure. Her breaths coming hard and fast. She was afraid of what she almost did. She always knew what she was capable of. She knew that she had a bloodlust. She's told countless people already, even her own mother. But they don't really believe, they all just looked at her as if she's telling a good story or making some kind of joke. No one knew how much restraint she has put upon herself. The mental chains digging deep into flesh and each time her inner monster attempts to break free, she can feel the pain throughout her whole body. Flesh being pulled in all directions,needles slicing through her head, and her hands formed into claws like a predator ready to strike prey.

"Why do you always have to do that? Acting like a b***h? He's your father and you should respect him the way a daughter must. You're such a stupid, greedy b***h. The only one you think of is yourself.", said her mom, anger and hatred in her voice.

"Let's see, I'm lazy. So I don't like doing anything in the house. And who the hell would listen to someone who doesn't ask politely or help out when something needs to be done? Whatever, I need to take a piss. See ya." With a smile, she slowly walked to the bathroom as if she wasn't hurt or shocked by all that happened.

Silently she closed the door and locked it. She stood with her body against the shower's pillar. She's in pain, her whole body shuddered with it, and yet she wouldn't let the tears stinging her eyes fall, not one single drop. Her hands became claws ready to tear at her own throat if she so much as utter a single cry. She wouldn't. She would never let herself lose control in such a manner.

It should stop. It should stop. How should it stop? Ahhh...yes. That's it. Pain. She should cut herself. Her wrist? No. Her legs? No. Damn. There's no blade anywhere. She have to stop it. The emotional pain that is eating her right now must stop. She WILL not lose control, no matter if it kills her. Punch the wall? It'll be very easy to hurt yourself in such a manner. No, too obvious. She can't. She should....

"Aha...hahahahhaha...ahahahahaha...." Silent laughter. Her reflection in the mirror is so funny. Damn but she should of looked at it sooner. She looked so pathetic and stupid right there. If anyone had seen her they would have been at a lost for words.

"Huhuhmmmm...." This is just hilarious. She's in pain, so what? She wants to hurt herself. Go ahead. It'll feel real good, right?

Ahhh...there's no help for it. She's insane. Yep, she's crazy. But as long as she's in control everyone would be alright.




Hmm... I don't know which category to put this in so I put it in here.



WOW..thats pritty kool...really got me tence lol.....actually i punch the wall all the time..mostly when my boss pisses me off....lol...but seriously quite intence!!! lol its not a real story about u right? or someone u know coz that would be unfortunate....

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Again, it happened again. She lost her temper and argued back. He...her father...couldn't keep his mouth shut. He always have to find problems about everything. He always have hurt his own family members. Yeah, he doesn't strike them, but his words hurt the most. And as always when he does something like that it was she...his eldest daughter...that gets hurt.

"How stupid can you be? Don't you ever consider other people's feelings when you say something or tell us to do something?", she cried, unable to sit calmly after listening to her father order her mom to move everything in the room so that the floors can be replaced in an hour. It's a task that takes more than two people, people that has a health hazard, her and her mom.

"You stupid b***h, shut the f**k up. When I tell you to do something, do it. Don't talk back."

They stood face to face both trembling in anger. But he doesn't understand how angry she's become, her whole being is sensitized. It's on hair trigger. One movement from him that denotes an act of violence towards her and she will strike. No, she won't use her fist, already her eyes have found the means to strike him down. Yep, that pencil is good enough for her, it's pointy enough to cut through flesh, it's enough to be buried deep in his stomach.

"F**kin' b***h, f**kin' b***h," and with that he walked away.

She heard him leave the house, so she sat backed down and try to regain her composure. Her breaths coming hard and fast. She was afraid of what she almost did. She always knew what she was capable of. She knew that she had a bloodlust. She's told countless people already, even her own mother. But they don't really believe, they all just looked at her as if she's telling a good story or making some kind of joke. No one knew how much restraint she has put upon herself. The mental chains digging deep into flesh and each time her inner monster attempts to break free, she can feel the pain throughout her whole body. Flesh being pulled in all directions,needles slicing through her head, and her hands formed into claws like a predator ready to strike prey.

"Why do you always have to do that? Acting like a b***h? He's your father and you should respect him the way a daughter must. You're such a stupid, greedy b***h. The only one you think of is yourself.", said her mom, anger and hatred in her voice.

"Let's see, I'm lazy. So I don't like doing anything in the house. And who the hell would listen to someone who doesn't ask politely or help out when something needs to be done? Whatever, I need to take a piss. See ya." With a smile, she slowly walked to the bathroom as if she wasn't hurt or shocked by all that happened.

Silently she closed the door and locked it. She stood with her body against the shower's pillar. She's in pain, her whole body shuddered with it, and yet she wouldn't let the tears stinging her eyes fall, not one single drop. Her hands became claws ready to tear at her own throat if she so much as utter a single cry. She wouldn't. She would never let herself lose control in such a manner.

It should stop. It should stop. How should it stop? Ahhh...yes. That's it. Pain. She should cut herself. Her wrist? No. Her legs? No. Damn. There's no blade anywhere. She have to stop it. The emotional pain that is eating her right now must stop. She WILL not lose control, no matter if it kills her. Punch the wall? It'll be very easy to hurt yourself in such a manner. No, too obvious. She can't. She should....

"Aha...hahahahhaha...ahahahahaha...." Silent laughter. Her reflection in the mirror is so funny. Damn but she should of looked at it sooner. She looked so pathetic and stupid right there. If anyone had seen her they would have been at a lost for words.

"Huhuhmmmm...." This is just hilarious. She's in pain, so what? She wants to hurt herself. Go ahead. It'll feel real good, right?

Ahhh...there's no help for it. She's insane. Yep, she's crazy. But as long as she's in control everyone would be alright.




Hmm... I don't know which category to put this in so I put it in here.

I think you're right to put it under the sad story
I'm starting to understand why people cut themselves =(



What do you mean you're starting to understand why people cut's themselves? No matter how much pain you're feeling, no matter how much of an addiction something is, to make these things an excuse for you to hurt yourself is wrong. I know that people needs excuses to make themselves feel better about what they do, but it isn't right. There's a saying that goes: You might have one heart, one mind, and even one soul, but you do not have one body. For every choice you make and for every paths that you choose, it is not only you that is affected, but everyone in your life.
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Ilazuli wrote:

Again, it happened again. She lost her temper and argued back. He...her father...couldn't keep his mouth shut. He always have to find problems about everything. He always have hurt his own family members. Yeah, he doesn't strike them, but his words hurt the most. And as always when he does something like that it was she...his eldest daughter...that gets hurt.

"How stupid can you be? Don't you ever consider other people's feelings when you say something or tell us to do something?", she cried, unable to sit calmly after listening to her father order her mom to move everything in the room so that the floors can be replaced in an hour. It's a task that takes more than two people, people that has a health hazard, her and her mom.

"You stupid b***h, shut the f**k up. When I tell you to do something, do it. Don't talk back."

They stood face to face both trembling in anger. But he doesn't understand how angry she's become, her whole being is sensitized. It's on hair trigger. One movement from him that denotes an act of violence towards her and she will strike. No, she won't use her fist, already her eyes have found the means to strike him down. Yep, that pencil is good enough for her, it's pointy enough to cut through flesh, it's enough to be buried deep in his stomach.

"F**kin' b***h, f**kin' b***h," and with that he walked away.

She heard him leave the house, so she sat backed down and try to regain her composure. Her breaths coming hard and fast. She was afraid of what she almost did. She always knew what she was capable of. She knew that she had a bloodlust. She's told countless people already, even her own mother. But they don't really believe, they all just looked at her as if she's telling a good story or making some kind of joke. No one knew how much restraint she has put upon herself. The mental chains digging deep into flesh and each time her inner monster attempts to break free, she can feel the pain throughout her whole body. Flesh being pulled in all directions,needles slicing through her head, and her hands formed into claws like a predator ready to strike prey.

"Why do you always have to do that? Acting like a b***h? He's your father and you should respect him the way a daughter must. You're such a stupid, greedy b***h. The only one you think of is yourself.", said her mom, anger and hatred in her voice.

"Let's see, I'm lazy. So I don't like doing anything in the house. And who the hell would listen to someone who doesn't ask politely or help out when something needs to be done? Whatever, I need to take a piss. See ya." With a smile, she slowly walked to the bathroom as if she wasn't hurt or shocked by all that happened.

Silently she closed the door and locked it. She stood with her body against the shower's pillar. She's in pain, her whole body shuddered with it, and yet she wouldn't let the tears stinging her eyes fall, not one single drop. Her hands became claws ready to tear at her own throat if she so much as utter a single cry. She wouldn't. She would never let herself lose control in such a manner.

It should stop. It should stop. How should it stop? Ahhh...yes. That's it. Pain. She should cut herself. Her wrist? No. Her legs? No. Damn. There's no blade anywhere. She have to stop it. The emotional pain that is eating her right now must stop. She WILL not lose control, no matter if it kills her. Punch the wall? It'll be very easy to hurt yourself in such a manner. No, too obvious. She can't. She should....

"Aha...hahahahhaha...ahahahahaha...." Silent laughter. Her reflection in the mirror is so funny. Damn but she should of looked at it sooner. She looked so pathetic and stupid right there. If anyone had seen her they would have been at a lost for words.

"Huhuhmmmm...." This is just hilarious. She's in pain, so what? She wants to hurt herself. Go ahead. It'll feel real good, right?

Ahhh...there's no help for it. She's insane. Yep, she's crazy. But as long as she's in control everyone would be alright.




Hmm... I don't know which category to put this in so I put it in here.



WOW..thats pritty kool...really got me tence lol.....actually i punch the wall all the time..mostly when my boss pisses me off....lol...but seriously quite intence!!! lol its not a real story about u right? or someone u know coz that would be unfortunate....




Yeah it's pretty unfortunate that it's about me. But I don't mind. Me being crazy is what everyone loves about me. It adds a certain spice in my life. I wish I allow myself to punch the wall sometimes, but I'm afraid of addiction. If I do it once than I'll keep on doing it again. Besides if I let myself lose even one bit of control than who knows when I would feel like letting loose.

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Again, it happened again. She lost her temper and argued back. He...her father...couldn't keep his mouth shut. He always have to find problems about everything. He always have hurt his own family members. Yeah, he doesn't strike them, but his words hurt the most. And as always when he does something like that it was she...his eldest daughter...that gets hurt.

"How stupid can you be? Don't you ever consider other people's feelings when you say something or tell us to do something?", she cried, unable to sit calmly after listening to her father order her mom to move everything in the room so that the floors can be replaced in an hour. It's a task that takes more than two people, people that has a health hazard, her and her mom.

"You stupid b***h, shut the f**k up. When I tell you to do something, do it. Don't talk back."

They stood face to face both trembling in anger. But he doesn't understand how angry she's become, her whole being is sensitized. It's on hair trigger. One movement from him that denotes an act of violence towards her and she will strike. No, she won't use her fist, already her eyes have found the means to strike him down. Yep, that pencil is good enough for her, it's pointy enough to cut through flesh, it's enough to be buried deep in his stomach.

"F**kin' b***h, f**kin' b***h," and with that he walked away.

She heard him leave the house, so she sat backed down and try to regain her composure. Her breaths coming hard and fast. She was afraid of what she almost did. She always knew what she was capable of. She knew that she had a bloodlust. She's told countless people already, even her own mother. But they don't really believe, they all just looked at her as if she's telling a good story or making some kind of joke. No one knew how much restraint she has put upon herself. The mental chains digging deep into flesh and each time her inner monster attempts to break free, she can feel the pain throughout her whole body. Flesh being pulled in all directions,needles slicing through her head, and her hands formed into claws like a predator ready to strike prey.

"Why do you always have to do that? Acting like a b***h? He's your father and you should respect him the way a daughter must. You're such a stupid, greedy b***h. The only one you think of is yourself.", said her mom, anger and hatred in her voice.

"Let's see, I'm lazy. So I don't like doing anything in the house. And who the hell would listen to someone who doesn't ask politely or help out when something needs to be done? Whatever, I need to take a piss. See ya." With a smile, she slowly walked to the bathroom as if she wasn't hurt or shocked by all that happened.

Silently she closed the door and locked it. She stood with her body against the shower's pillar. She's in pain, her whole body shuddered with it, and yet she wouldn't let the tears stinging her eyes fall, not one single drop. Her hands became claws ready to tear at her own throat if she so much as utter a single cry. She wouldn't. She would never let herself lose control in such a manner.

It should stop. It should stop. How should it stop? Ahhh...yes. That's it. Pain. She should cut herself. Her wrist? No. Her legs? No. Damn. There's no blade anywhere. She have to stop it. The emotional pain that is eating her right now must stop. She WILL not lose control, no matter if it kills her. Punch the wall? It'll be very easy to hurt yourself in such a manner. No, too obvious. She can't. She should....

"Aha...hahahahhaha...ahahahahaha...." Silent laughter. Her reflection in the mirror is so funny. Damn but she should of looked at it sooner. She looked so pathetic and stupid right there. If anyone had seen her they would have been at a lost for words.

"Huhuhmmmm...." This is just hilarious. She's in pain, so what? She wants to hurt herself. Go ahead. It'll feel real good, right?

Ahhh...there's no help for it. She's insane. Yep, she's crazy. But as long as she's in control everyone would be alright.




Hmm... I don't know which category to put this in so I put it in here.


Lol such an interesting story! Wow the old man and woman are something alright lol. Your restraints are quite detailed, my mental seals are almost perfect, but I wish some of my physical restaints are gone though. Thats right you should never let yourself be seen in such a weak state. Cutting yourself? Thats pathetic for a person like you. Looking at yourself when you look so weak is digusting is'nt it? Thats right, all you need to do is laugh it off. But don't go "postal" alright? "The Innocent Should Be Protected, The Sinner Shall be Killed" I'll hunt you down if you break my laws. Thats it for now, Got to go to school!
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Ilazuli wrote:

Again, it happened again. She lost her temper and argued back. He...her father...couldn't keep his mouth shut. He always have to find problems about everything. He always have hurt his own family members. Yeah, he doesn't strike them, but his words hurt the most. And as always when he does something like that it was she...his eldest daughter...that gets hurt.

"How stupid can you be? Don't you ever consider other people's feelings when you say something or tell us to do something?", she cried, unable to sit calmly after listening to her father order her mom to move everything in the room so that the floors can be replaced in an hour. It's a task that takes more than two people, people that has a health hazard, her and her mom.

"You stupid b***h, shut the f**k up. When I tell you to do something, do it. Don't talk back."

They stood face to face both trembling in anger. But he doesn't understand how angry she's become, her whole being is sensitized. It's on hair trigger. One movement from him that denotes an act of violence towards her and she will strike. No, she won't use her fist, already her eyes have found the means to strike him down. Yep, that pencil is good enough for her, it's pointy enough to cut through flesh, it's enough to be buried deep in his stomach.

"F**kin' b***h, f**kin' b***h," and with that he walked away.

She heard him leave the house, so she sat backed down and try to regain her composure. Her breaths coming hard and fast. She was afraid of what she almost did. She always knew what she was capable of. She knew that she had a bloodlust. She's told countless people already, even her own mother. But they don't really believe, they all just looked at her as if she's telling a good story or making some kind of joke. No one knew how much restraint she has put upon herself. The mental chains digging deep into flesh and each time her inner monster attempts to break free, she can feel the pain throughout her whole body. Flesh being pulled in all directions,needles slicing through her head, and her hands formed into claws like a predator ready to strike prey.

"Why do you always have to do that? Acting like a b***h? He's your father and you should respect him the way a daughter must. You're such a stupid, greedy b***h. The only one you think of is yourself.", said her mom, anger and hatred in her voice.

"Let's see, I'm lazy. So I don't like doing anything in the house. And who the hell would listen to someone who doesn't ask politely or help out when something needs to be done? Whatever, I need to take a piss. See ya." With a smile, she slowly walked to the bathroom as if she wasn't hurt or shocked by all that happened.

Silently she closed the door and locked it. She stood with her body against the shower's pillar. She's in pain, her whole body shuddered with it, and yet she wouldn't let the tears stinging her eyes fall, not one single drop. Her hands became claws ready to tear at her own throat if she so much as utter a single cry. She wouldn't. She would never let herself lose control in such a manner.

It should stop. It should stop. How should it stop? Ahhh...yes. That's it. Pain. She should cut herself. Her wrist? No. Her legs? No. Damn. There's no blade anywhere. She have to stop it. The emotional pain that is eating her right now must stop. She WILL not lose control, no matter if it kills her. Punch the wall? It'll be very easy to hurt yourself in such a manner. No, too obvious. She can't. She should....

"Aha...hahahahhaha...ahahahahaha...." Silent laughter. Her reflection in the mirror is so funny. Damn but she should of looked at it sooner. She looked so pathetic and stupid right there. If anyone had seen her they would have been at a lost for words.

"Huhuhmmmm...." This is just hilarious. She's in pain, so what? She wants to hurt herself. Go ahead. It'll feel real good, right?

Ahhh...there's no help for it. She's insane. Yep, she's crazy. But as long as she's in control everyone would be alright.




Hmm... I don't know which category to put this in so I put it in here.



WOW..thats pritty kool...really got me tence lol.....actually i punch the wall all the time..mostly when my boss pisses me off....lol...but seriously quite intence!!! lol its not a real story about u right? or someone u know coz that would be unfortunate....




Yeah it's pretty unfortunate that it's about me. But I don't mind. Me being crazy is what everyone loves about me. It adds a certain spice in my life. I wish I allow myself to punch the wall sometimes, but I'm afraid of addiction. If I do it once than I'll keep on doing it again. Besides if I let myself lose even one bit of control than who knows when I would feel like letting loose.



well atleast ur honest...actually the thing about looking at urself in the mirror when ur weak...that was like...i donno how to explain it but it got me thinking..lol............i personally live a happy life despite alot of problems lol (so not boasting).....which is why it interests me lol......
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