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Have been through great pains in your life and if you have please share
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can people not commment if they do not have a sad past to talk about sorry do not want to be rude but plz do not comment if you have not a sad past.


I am talking about how have gone through stuff which if you watch a movie about it you would cry because how sad it is if you do not want to share then you do not have to I just been through a lot and I want to see what other people have been through as well.

For me to say all I have been through will take way to long to write down so i will write down some today and every day i will come back and write down more of what I've been through okay.

My father beat mine mother so before i was born it hard to believe since I should have died but I did not I had a struck which how vulnerable you are at that stage it would have been easy for me to have died. Which this struck on it own have cause a lot of problem throughout mine life.
When i was 3 years old mine mother got away from him but then marred another bastard that was just as bad if not worse. Then when i was 6 I finally started to talk she still with that men
but during the time i was 6 she got away from him at this point mine mom was fighting the school to prove i was not retarded. To tell every one I have a I.Q. of 138 okay.
well to say I have always been treaded bad at school i was in the 8th grade before stuff started to change. but let get back to when i was six I had one friend he was a very great friend. well I thought so but after a week I found out it was a bet made by his friends. plus We was very poor went days with out eating.
But every one els at school like one day 8 boy beat me up I did not believe in fighting if it was for mine self i will only fight to help others. but i did tell the teacher and all of the other boys said I started it and I was the one who got in trouble well this type of thing happen on the daily bases I was only giving a example of it. I have to say kid
are good at going up with was to hurt people and i am cover in scar of how bad I've been beating up and broken bone all over the body by dads i have had in the past.

tomorrow i will pick up with telling how mine daily life at home was going. and talk about it from age 7 and up.
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how sad. well if ur child hood is bad, adult life usally gets better
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I'm as sorry for as I can be to someone I'll probably never meet.


I'm also sorry to tell the following:

No personal threads.
There is already a thread about this topic called Agony http://www.crunchyroll.com/forumtopic-3357/Agony.html
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I respect the fact that you could post up your past.
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thats funny, because in elementary-middle school i was a total bully to all the other kids. until the 8th grade when some nerdy-ass kid beat me up in front of everybody at the handball courts . i got my revenge later, but it was the end of my bullying days.

i was a pretty angry kid back then. my nickname, no joke, was "psycho." . and still today, my friends know me as "angry (name)"

if you want my sympathy, its yours.
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I was tortured in the basment of my ex's parents store by her and her friends. I almost died of loss of blood, Severe burns and beatings, I had rope marks on my wrists and legs because the ropes she bound me with was so tight for a week.
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I once got hit in the head with a golf club. Now that shit hurt.
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wow..
youve been through
so much.
i feel like an idiot
for freaking
about useless
things..

im sorry to hear about your past..
keep your head up no matter..
nothing lasts forever..
if you ever need someone to talk
to just message me.
k?

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AHTL wrote:

I'm as sorry for as I can be to someone I'll probably never meet.


I'm also sorry to tell the following:

No personal threads.
There is already a thread about this topic called Agony http://www.crunchyroll.com/forumtopic-3357/Agony.html



that thread is about nothing but physically pain mine is more about mental pain
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Aww... Such a sad story. ):
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I am sorry to hear that .. put the past behind, and look for a new day with a huge smile..
u r the one who could change ur life for the better ^^, ..I hope u have a joyfull tomorrow
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my parents got divorced when I was 2 simply because I was a girl. This Chinese belief is that boys are better. Then my father married another woman. Then I had to live with my father's sister. She didn't let me eat all that much and didn't care about me at all.
When I was old enough for school, my mother came back and wanted me to go live with her. But my bio father steps in and said that if she wants me back then she has to pay money for raising me up for 3 years. My mom gave me money. Because I didn't eat well while I was there, I am still hell skinny.
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Im really pround of you. You most be a strong person keepp going IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN
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Man that is really sad but im also pissed off that some people would do stuff like that
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My life was pretty much really great until I was in third grade.

In third grade bullying started at my school - I guess it happens everywhere with little bratty kids, but I was never really a social person, and I was always really direct - I only became good at analyzing people recently, back then I couldn't imagine the level of duplicity in interpersonal relationships. So when this boy starting teasing me, I took it really hard. I'd become a good student in second and third grade and I'd been proud of it, loving school and schoolwork, but he twisted that around and called me a geek, a nerd, a freak because I liked to study. I took him seriously, and it really hurt me. My mom was shocked one day when I just sat down in the hallway at home and said I didn't want to go to school; before that, she'd almost had to lock me in to stop me from going to school even when I was sick. She got really concerned for me and wrote to my homeroom teacher, who was new so passed the problem up to the elementary principal. The principal promised to keep an eye out for it, but she never actually taught class and I actually think she wasn't a useful teacher at all - she didn't do anything. When my melancholy persisted, my mom wrote again to request a meeting with the boy's parents. The request was apparently refused, on grounds that the boy wasn't doing anything wrong. The principal insinuated that I was too sensitive and was overreacting to just normal teasing, which hurt me again and made me completely lose my trust in teachers for a long time - this doubt about adults and teachers in particular still persists. I overheard my mother say that she was refused because the boy's father was on the board of administration, and it made me feel inferior just because his father happened to work at the school. It was also my first taste of political unfairness. The only suggestion we got was that I carry a little notebook around and write down my allegedly over-the-top reactions instead of bursting them on the boy - that was what the principal said, that I was hurting the boy by overreacting to his actions. So I carried around this tiny notebook so he wouldn't see, and wrote my feelings down . . . I found it a few years later, and I remember being surprised by the amount of hate, sadness, despair - negative emotions - that my third grade self was capable of.

Then my grandpa - my mom's dad - died of cancer, which really hit my mom hard; she loved him very much. I felt really guilty, because in the flu season the winter before he died, I caught a fever but ignored it as I was often wont to do, visited him every day of my winter vacation with my mother, intending to be a dutiful granddaughter - because I loved him, too, and he was fond of me - but I ended up giving the fever to him. Then my mom and I slept over at the hospital on July 23rd and 24th after he went into a coma; I guess the doctors warned my grandma and my mom that he might pass away any time . . . but we went home, changed places with my grandma on the 24th, and she slept over. The 25th was a Tuesday - my mom and I were just going about our lives as usual when she came back from her ballet lesson in a tearing hurry and sped us all the way to the hospital. We didn't make it, by just a few minutes. Add onto this that he was conscious until early on the 20th - he appeared as fine as he could be, considering his condition, on the 19th . . . which, by the way, was my ninth birthday. Everyone later said he waited for me because he wanted me to have as much fun as I could before he left. (We had my party in the hospital room because he couldn't go outside anymore.) I felt so bad because he did everything he could to keep his little granddaughter happy as long as he could, and I didn't appreciate it until it was too late. (About two weeks or so before my birthday, I guess the doctors told him he could go out one last time, if he wanted; he chose to go out, and to go out to the park with us and have a picnic. Everything from when I was little is blurred in my memory, but I remember that I was showing off my new dress and the sandals he'd bought me in the spring, which were my favorite at the time.) Even when he went into a coma I had this little-girl attitude that he was just sleeping, that he would wake up someday.

This is the end of my study hall, but definitely not the end of my story. I have another study hall in two periods; I'll come back and finish this up if the forum's not locked.
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