my story... by ~♥𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓭₃𝓷𝓱𝓸𝓷₃𝔂_𝓫₃𝓪𝓻₁₄♥~

my story

theycallmetac0_1134 — 2021-02-05 17:08:46 UTC

i dont remember where i was born but texas has always been home. i was born, oct, 26. i was almost a miscarriage 0-0 ... and i think i weighed abt 10? lbs i was a fat bby :D i grew up happy until abt the age of three. my mom left us now i didnt know why but ill always remember the things she gave me... my dad did drugs and got arrested ... a lot, so i was always with my granny. i love my granny with all my heart if if shes a tad bit rude ;o-o my granny might as well raised me, i hated going to her house bc that meant my father was out beung a slut. i was abused around the age of 5 or 6 maybe and well cps became a ting. i grew up abt 7 now and i was very well skinny i was spoiled af (still am) but it was nice. i lived with my dad who lived with my aunt, my aunt lyndia and him fought allllll the time shes the oldre sister but she wasnt strong enough to handle his dumbass. my dad kinda got kicked out my aunt wanted to moved... that house was such a nice place tho so i was sad abt it. i remember one day i was 8-9 my dad screamed at her bc she asked him to do something he agreed upon doing (to sell the house) he got mad yelled and then my cousin? and my other cousins? (my aunts daughter and her children) got mad yelled at him drove him out the house. i told my aunt and them i was going to go with him ill be fine (mature 9yr old ;) i told him "that was rude yk" "omey does so much for us the least you could of did was measured the house, you do it for a living whats the difference?" he didnt answer me so we drove in silence i took his phone watched movies on it etc played some music... this is were my story goes down hill he was going to the dealer and it got me mad we had been driving allll day and going places like wtf dad but i didnt care i dont remember the rest. i block out that type of shit. i could go on and on but no point wont solve anything. when i turned 10 maybe i moved in with m aunts fren and her two kids a girl and a boy and her husband (r.i.p) after a yr ir so of living with them i had to go to counseling which sucked her kid her anger issues both of them but bc she thinks i hurt her she- ahem anyways i did that also i loved that counselor she was black and nice and told my step mom she needed t back off a tad bit (she didnt do it) but anyways m depression came back and so did my suicidal thoughts. i started going down hill i missed my real family and i started hating my father... my foster dad was there for me... abt two yrs later he died... i cried for a bit but he was a good person he loved me... he was the only good person in that damned house. now im 11 or 12 and i move in with (drumroll!) my mom shes so nice and caring and i love her its been abt three yrs since ive lived with her and i do say shi abt her ngl shes very noisey and stuff etc but she cares... :) i have four dogs two cats and a new step dad a better home and more ppl who care abt me... my depression is still here but its gotten better and thats my story... theres tons more but thats just some of it. go ahead add yours or ask me a question

please use for you stories... nothing more thank you :D

theycallmetac0_1134 — 2021-02-06 05:00:53 UTC

noww on your mark get set write!

my story ....its long but its kinda interesting :l

TherapyPatient — 2021-02-06 06:18:11 UTC

i was born on ,my fathers birthday, september 19th in Durham, north carolina. i don't know what time, or how much i weighed, but i do know that i was a premature baby O.o ....um i never met my father, but uh the first time talking to my father was when i was six years old maybe seven and my curiosity had taken over when some guy (my father) called my mum from a private number. But many years before that my sister, my older cousin, and i hopped on the plane to california when i was 3 yrs old or 2 either one ...um the only reason i know that because i have a short memory of me seating on a plane before take off (i think) and turned from looking at the planes wing and saw my older cousin smiling at me . we left north carolina because off my father being a druggie & abusive and he threw me :l .(what my half sister and mum told me )

*not part of a story but when living in north carolina me and my sister was playing tag in the house i was 3 and she was five years old and we were warned bur we dismissed the warning and i tripped and busted my eyebrow and i had to get stitches and still to this day i still half my top of my left eyebrow not there and a scar*

anyways me and my older sister was raised from our grandmother {we call mom} after a couple of months to a year after we came too california because my mom left after arriving. uhhhhh my child hood was limited from what i could watch *witches, princess, magic, second gods , superpowers, etc* to what i could draw/dress/eat/drink/ played with , i couldn't play with any form of weaponry if it was for squirting water out of it on a hot sunny day because mom was a jehovah witness. i barely can watch superheroes that are comical nowadays! :0 uhhh 3 or fours years later my biological mom came back after getting badly hurt cuz of her ex boyfriend dragging her with a damn car :[ .... and before she left i was practical supposedly claimed by my girl cousin's father that was messing around with my mum....he didnt want his child but me ....wwerid right?
my mum met =well she knew him before when she was a teen= my little sisters father. he was all good and all but after my younger sister was born six years later after them veing together he turn odd and my mom never stopped drinking before or after having kids.. till this day she is still a alcoholic she cant get intoxicated anymore from the liquor she is chugging down . so that cause lots of problems.
Growing up school was my getaway from my parent's chaos that she brought on me and my older sister.....

not part of this story but
the doctor told my mum i was going to be a dude, so she was expecting a dude but i was a female...she didn't like and she reminds me of being a mistake and not her baby boy she was expecting . that made me think i was a dud e when i was in my single digits. she reminds me everyday that she should have killed me when i was in her and all that good stuff :(. she gave me harsh punishments and stuff ummm and being a middle child didnt make things better
i was and stilll is very depressed but when i was liike 8 or nine i thought the good way ot make my mum happy was hangingor attemtping to hang my self well it was never successful cuz of me still living and my older sister walking in ( i should have locked the door ) i neevr thought i live for more then 10 years but i did ...

inofmr you my mum was and still in her slut ways.:(

anyways when i was 10 yrs old i was forced to live with my mum in arizona. the only reason we moved to arizona bc mom moved there and my aunt lives there and still too. my older sister didnt bc she lived with my aunty and her father sometimes. so me living with her....she met our neighbor and it was a dude his name was Mark and he had a daughter... and eveyr night my mum and him would be doing it loudly in the living room and my mom would make me wake up and give her additional clothing.....i had enough of it and went to live with my grandmother in another city in AZ ....and it was all good until she transfer to cali again bc of her nursing job.
the family ( mom, sisters, grandmother) went to cali again same things happened but with a different dude she was pregnant and then not and then all thru the years of my life she was verbal abusive..... uhhhhhh still doing her shit she do .... um now m 13 and i live with my sister and i live with grandmother and the kitten....well my two dogs live with my mother. younger sister and her father and my mother.....and all the toxic stuff . recietly gotten my heart broken b a polish / california dude and now still depressed/numb/ recently gotten more traumatized/ still having my unsolved illness / anxiety going thru out of the freaking roof/ pressure in in school/ not going off on my younger sister/ solving what my sexual orientation label is.... / etc

THE END even tho theres so much moree :l

smithboiiiiiiiii — 2021-02-09 18:16:03 UTC

my story

hotdaddy — 2021-02-10 15:31:54 UTC

i was 4 my sis was 5 i remember my sis screaming and i heard
her stop and i walk in the room and there she is dead she was strangled i cried for hours my mom came home and called the police and my father is in jail for life im 15

Hi gold remember me ?

YourlocalbadBitch — 2021-02-22 14:03:27 UTC

hehe hi i wrote this and wanted to share uh idk what to call it redo or mistake

theycallmetac0_1134 — 2021-02-23 01:05:05 UTC

redo if could have a redo id start with my father, id make him see how much of a bitch and a bad person he is. if i had a redo id be the best damn child i could be and friend. i would change everything, but i cant... i could end it and then i wouldnt need to worry, or maybe ill be the best damn thing. no thats a lie i cant, im my fathers daughter. im also my mothers and my grannys... maybe theres hope? who am i kidding there isnt, i think im going to be whoever i become. i dont think i really care anymore, i always fake a smile. i lost my best friend and for what? bc he didnt care about me... ig it was all fake, ig it wasnt meant to be, ig hes dead to me. one of my best friends venom/roshan is always there for me...hes my sunshine on my darkest ays he makes me what to be a better person, maybe thats why i like him so much. i think i was holding on to gamer/jo bc i made a promise and i wanted to keep it i dont want to be my dad mr broken and broken promises, thats it! if gamer does see this well fuck you uwu and if anyone else see's this (venom or skyy etc) ello. i think i lose so many friends bc i push them away... maybe they see the real me? i think i use them to make me feel happy, which makes me selfish. i dont think im worth it. i get told im a beautiful young lady and im sweet or im rlly good at art or gaming or being nice and helping but if im so good then why dont i see it? and another question why do i always get called my father when i fuck up?? im so sorry that my mom and dad made me but if they didnt you would have the "perfect little girl" would you? tbh i dont know if im worth it ik i said that before but i think i should stop faking things and just be myself. maybe i am being myself maybe ive lost the happy little girl, knuckles, itty bity, pumpkin maybe ive lost jada. eh thats a little of the hook yea? heh sorry. anyways maybe i should show some ppl this heh while writing this i think of myself reading it out loud on stage with a crowd, but like that would ever happen lmao who would care abt how i feel? well lets go back to the friends thing ive lost ppl likee alpha and ppl like gamer or juda and ally and so many more, ive lost so many things that mattered to me iig ive damn near stopped caring, when i lost gamer i felt sadness for...5.35 seconds... then i said k bai and left i gelt sad bc he didnt do anything to prevent it from happening. i told him we should take a break or stop being friends and he said oki and left. thats what makes me mad he doesnt care and i try so hard to make it seem like that, we had a great time but everything comes to a end...till death do us part.. (being finished)

2021-02-25 18:37:30 UTC

i am new to this but my story happened 7 years ago my sister her name was nativiona but we called her taytay she died 7 years ago in the hostpital. I was the most emotional kid after that i cryed everyday and went to her funeral an i just couldnt watch them drop her into the ground i am scarred and theres isnt any going back. I was only 7 years old and the worst thing is that i legitamately had a nigtmare of her dying before she died the next day. And when i saw her die that day i didnt speak for three weeks i didnt eat for six days and i cried for 2 months. She had saroposi so she didnt walk talk or do anything i could do her whole life. She was twelve whan she died she is 18 now . i sleep with one of her teddy bears from her bed every night and only a man would admit that. After that life was a blur i wanted to die . I tried to commit suicide atleast 25 times but im thankful i didnt bc i want to live in her honor. She didnt get to do the things i did so i have been grateful since that day for everything given to me. And im 14 now and thats half of my life. everyday i am contanly reminded of herthrought my baby brothers life

can i write my story even tho it would take forever?

killerkclown111 — 2021-02-26 02:51:10 UTC

this is my story

killerkclown111 — 2021-02-26 18:28:03 UTC

Sooo where do i start…. Ok i was born on March 18,2005. I don't know where but i know when. My name is Kauaolikokalani Joshua Davis-Watson. My moms name was Valerie, i never met my dad but i was told his name is ron. I have 3 brothers but im only really close to 1 his name is Tarin. Hes the 2nd oldest im the 3rd. My oldest brother was adopted when i was young and now lives in Hawaii. My younger brother is mad at me and im not allowed to talk to him. I was put in foster care at a really young age (i dont know what age). And i moved from house to house until i went back with her for a lil bit. Note she still abused us. Then one day she decided to drop the all 3 of us at a police station. So then we were put back in foster care. I went from foster home to foster home, group home to group home. Until depression and suicidal thoughts caught up with me and by that point i found a good stable foster house. And my older brother eventually moved in with us. Last i heard my mom was in jail. And i haven't seen her since 5th grade or so. Note im a sophomore now. And im bout to turn 16. Now im about to be adopted in this house after 3 ½ years. Even though my lifes been miserable i still havent killed myself because i dont wanna hurt my big brother. Although its a everyday thought. -kai

2021-02-26 22:10:40 UTC

i have a question does anyone have complicated feelings when they have a bestfriend thats a a girl

2021-03-04 15:12:28 UTC

look people being yourself is not what defines you its being real to others and being a good person , being selfles,i pretty sure im none of those things but some of you people already are so look dont try to be something your not or dont try to shut people down bc you dont know what to say. dont make up excuses to start a conversation or to end a friendship if you have a friendship you have a friend why tear that apart bc you dont feel it anymore or you dont like to tlk or you want more and more interactions with your friend tlk to he or her and your friend ship will go from there guys i guarantee that everything will be great especially life and after that just keep rolling yall bc life aint getting longer

this bull crap never ends i cant handle people just tlking stuff about me i cant i mean idc bc i know its a lie but i just never get to tlk before people just say forget you or you dumb as hell like what is wrong with people. they dont let me show who i am and then all i see is red and i start cussing people out being a jerk and even hurting the people i love and i want to prevent that. I mean when are people going to treat me as an equal like short people are funny and cool right?

this is my story

serenityd7428 — 2021-03-04 20:33:15 UTC

this story has made who ai am today
this all started back when I was 5 years old, lets just say I was the happieset kid of the street, I was always running around,riding my bike and singing but that was during the day.
At night was my worst nightmare, being only 5 at the time I was able to catch on to anything that seemed off like the way my parents acted toward each other, mostly at night when they would scream and yell at each other.
I ha to listen to that for years until I was 8 years old when they called me and my brothers together and said they were getting a divorce, I acted sad and cried but in reality I was happy since now I would no longer have to hear the fights at night but boy I was wrong.
I moved in with my dad and stepmom who is really caring and loving while on the weekends I would see my mom and stepdad and he's pretty chill.
over the years starting when I turned 9 yeras old I noticed something different about my mom...she was...cold, every chance she would get she would yell at my and my brothers saying "you don't love me" "you don't care about me" and she even tried one time to jumpotta the truck goiing 70 down the highway but keep in mind I was only 9 soo I was terrifyed outta my mind that when I got back to my dad's I didn't speak for about a day while my mom's words rang in my head "was I a bad person?" I would think, soon I told my dad what had happened and he said it was time that I know who my mom really is and he said all the things she's done in the past and what he had said shocked me but I can;t name it all but let me say she is violent.
more and more my mom yelled at me and I was just so used to it that it never really bothered me anymore but at least I saw her less and less but everytime someone yelles or a loud noise is made I still jump and dart around of where the noise came from praying it was not her
One day after I had moved to a differnt state to get away from her she ended up taking my dad to court and now I HAVE to go see her and trust I tried everything to perswayed to judge but he didn't listen and that meant that year I had to spend my winter break with her..boy was that hell.
things went fine at first which surprized me but then..Christmas day rolled around and..outta the blue while family was there she lit into me and my lil brother saying the worst things to say on Christmas "your both ungrateful kids" "your dad was never there for you" "your both selfish" "you don't love" etc, right there in front of everyone..soon she had called me and my brother in one at a time to be alone with her now I dunno what she said to my brother but I hope she didn't say to him what she said to me
at first it was all tears from her and making her self the victem but she said something that out my in a hole
"your the reason I tried to kill myself"
yep those words exactly, so I went home and I didn't say anything but i felt weird, like remember how I said I was the happiest kid on the street? well I was the opposite but I never showed it
after those words I was always deep in thought "was it my fault?" soon I had a voice apper in my head and it said everything I hoped wasen't true
:yes it's your fault why else would she want to kill her self, ya know you don't deserve to be happy"
I was soon deppresed and I never really smiled or joked as I used to..I wasen't me
It was almsot time for me to see my mom again and I was terrified, I never really came out of my room and school works was falling behind I was a complet mess and even my teachers noticed that I was acting different, I trusted one teacher and told her what's been going on but she couldn't do anything
I was getting in trouble for my failing grades and so bad I wanted to tell my dad why but I couldn't and I couldn't take bottling my feelings up and started doing self harm, I'm not proud of it but It made me feel good but nightmares where the wrost that made me sleep less

about a month before I had to see her I spilled out to my dad about what my mom had said but not about how deppresed I felt or the self harm..that is still a sceret
my dad fought in court again but he couldn't do anything and I still had to see her again and the same thing happened again
I'm 15 now so it's been maybe 7 of this tourcher and I'v had enough, I told her flat out that this summer I was not going and no one can force me on a plane
now I just gotta wait till june and see how this works out.
right now I am still deppresed and self harm but not as much as before and I still have that voice too, I got better and from what i'm learning from this is when you have a toxic parent try to break the chain with them quick and don't bottle up your feelings and tell someone how you feel
I still jumpat out nosies and yelling but I'm working on it and I try to treat everyone with repeact and help anyone who went thru what I had to go thru
so yeah I'm 15 now and working on recovery without anyone noticing and still trying to rid of nightmares, I hope one had to go thru this

appreciation

2021-03-05 04:04:01 UTC

ok can everyone be honest and come in to agree ment that gold is the most likely person to be everyons friend i mean she is outstanding yall she literally on every post has gave support to everyone cheered them up been the most selfless person i have met so far so why dont we all say thank u gold for every thing you have done you are the most caring person here i am sure you have touched everybody's heart even mine she is now my best friend but she's more like a sister

This is my story.. I guess it's not even bad, and I shouldn't be upset. I am pathetic.

Hooni_Lee_my_beloved — 2021-03-24 23:16:08 UTC

uh hi, I was born a girl some years ago, and I was pretty. I grew up with a 'good' family. My parents got divorced when I was four. I was too young to understand so it had no effect. When I was in second grade, it finally hit me that it wasn't normal to have divorced parents. Then came 3rd grade. I thought I could get away with not doing my work, and wanted to be really popular. Come the next year, I start getting bullied for my weight. They said things like, '"hey fatty", or "should you really eat that?" I fell into depression around age 9. I had no friends and when it was time for recess I just sat on the curb alone. The bullying continued and so I moved schools. I made some friends! Then I started cutting myself. The depression only got worse. I started to realize I was a boy but just thought I was non-Binary or something. So life went on like this for years. I had like, two friends and I cut myself. Then one summer I asked my friend to be my girlfriend. She said yes. We started dating! Then my grades dropped. Suddenly my parents hated me, and would constantly scream at me about how I'm going to fail. Thus making my depression worse. Then I developed Bipolar disorder. I came out as trans, and my parents supported me! That was nice. I cut my hair, and changed my name. I started having manic episodes. My manic episodes are really bad, so I had no idea what was wrong. I just suddenly started crying and talking to myself, repeating the words, "I'm ok, I'm ok, I'm ok, I'm ok, I'm ok!" while in tears.(Trigger warning: SELF HARM! BLOOD!) I cut and cut and cut myself some more. I had blood everywhere. I was just sitting on the floor while blood dripped down my arm. I stopped crying. Skip forward about a year, I am now in counseling. I have not told them about my self harm. I still cut, and I have Bipolar disorder, Depression, Adhd, and really bad Anxiety. I can't even cry anymore. I started starving myself, and I have quite a lot of friends. I love to draw my demons, and I constantly have voices in my head. I tell myself I'm worthless. I also learned a trick. If you say something over and over again, it loses its meaning. for example, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. See? nothing. My mom is living with my grandma, and has no job. She buys makeup instead of getting a job. She buys jewelry instead of paying for her children. I guess she is going in for a job interview soon. (TRIGGER WARNING, SUBSTANCE ABUSE, TALK ABOUT BEING AN ATHEIST) My mom is getting over her drug addiction (that I didn't know about by the way) and now she is all about god. She makes me pray every day I see her. I told her I am an atheist but she won't listen. She got really upset at me for saying negative things. But, on the bright side we are going to make a bucket list of things we want to do this summer, like going camping, or going to florida. I hope you enjoyed my boring story, it's not nearly as bad as others. I don't know why I'm even upset. I should be happy I have food, clean water, and a loving family. how pathetic of me. I now know that my mom was not a very good person, my dad told me all about what she did when they were together. I now also still self harm even worse than before, I cut so deep that you can see into the cuts. Sometimes when I don't do something I was expected to do, I'm not allowed to eat. That.. I uh- don't know if that's normal-. I have now attempted suicide three times in the past.. I think 5 months? I dunno. anyways, thanks for reading my story.

since people are writing their stories here's mine

cherbearz — 2021-03-25 14:31:45 UTC

so i was born in a small country in africa, cameroon. we moved to america when i was 2 months old into my grandmother's house. my grandma wanted nothing to do with my family due to the fact that my mom married my father, a man in which she despises. fast forward to 2 years old and we move into an apartment, just my parents and my older brother. we would always wake up early in the morning to watch some pbs kids show bc those were fun asf. and this is a major time skip, but when i was 9 years old with a big brother, a little sister, and my little brother (3 at the time) there was a cute girl who came to our elementary school at first i thought i wanted to be her friend but then i started realizing i was in love with her because she made my heart flutter when i spoke to her, my words would come out stuttered and i would get this "Wow I'm saying the right stuff around this girl" feeling when i talked to her . mind you i am also a female. i didnt know what sexuality was and i thought that maybe this is how it feels to truly be friends with somebody. but then i realized i had a crush on her and she slowly started to become toxic towards me every time we talked. once 3rd grade ended i came to terms with what sexuality was and found out i was a lesbian, i didnt know if i should come out to my parents or not let alone did i know i would have to tell them. fast forward to 12 years old, december 3rd 2:43, i came out to my mother she called me a she-devil and made me ghost my best friend. maddie, we have been friends since kindergarten and my mother thought that because of that she had apparently "Turned me gay" after those 2 days of fighting i had to act like i was straight so then i wouldnt be bothered and screamed at by my mother and father. now im realizing that my parents are really emotionally abusive and that i may not be able to see my siblings again if i told anybody and seeing as im the second child to leave for college im just waiting for my siblings to be old enough to leave this place that i used to call home.

rules bc you ppl dont listen o-o

theycallmetac0_1134 — 2021-03-25 20:15:22 UTC

~rule number 1: no talking one this padlet like bruv make another padlet and talk
~rule number 2: write to your hearts content, but only three posts tops.
~rule number 3: if you have something to say thats fine uwu, be nice tho!!! if you not nice you will be removed
~rule number 4: please follow the rules! thank you for understanding please and thank you!!

love you all *hugs*

Hey. Update

theycallmetac0_1134 — 2021-03-31 17:23:07 UTC

I'm so glad we have so many ppl here who have told us their stories and opened up. It's so nice knowing how other ppl have grown up and how different it was. I love you all!

I wanted to see if we could get more ppl her tho, it's pretty quiet yk? So go ahead inv your friends! 🥳🥳

im so glad we have reached 9 stories! not many ik, but big for us and especially the og's sammy.. heatman, smith, and jt. love you all mwah! night chickedees <3

this shall take forever to write bUt

cherbearz — 2021-04-05 11:35:35 UTC

so hi im cher and i shall tell my life story ig

so 13 (almost 14) yars ago i was born in cameroon and 2 months after that we moved to america i recall quite a few memories from before i was 4, like when i was 1 and broke this cute blue teacup. or when i was 2 and was at the hospital holding a barbie balloon when my sister was born, or when i was 3 and i was playing with this group of teenage girls at a playground (totes not bc they had a phone...) but items like a teacup, and a balloon, and a phone keep me remembering things before i should have infantile amnesia. when i was 5 i met my first ever best friend, maddie, she was kind sweet etc and i asked her to play monopoly with me because she looked lonely and i only new her bc we had P.E. together so she was a familiar face. ever since then we became friends. when i was 9 years old this is when i started coming to terms with my sexuality, i met this girl who's name was ava she was cute, and ish kind, really funny, etc. a few weeks after we became friends i got this fluttery feeling every time we talked, as if i had a crush on her? but im not gay? or am i? but what about that cute guy everyone likes? shouldnt i like him too? all those questions just popped up in my head and the loud house was pretty popular at the time so obviously i knew, well in their eyes that its ok to like the same gender (and it fucking is)and when my bsf at the time maddie tried ending my friendship with ava i just cried, i felt like i lost a big chunk of her but maddie was right to pull ava away from me! i mean ava was homphobic at the time but i didnt realize it, she was also toxic, etc but i just felt..in love? maybe it was confusion. but i KNOW it was love. when i was 12 i decided to come out to my mom and she yellled at me for 2 days, a little background info on my parents they dont believe mental health, they are emotionally abusive, they manipulate me, are homophobic, reversed racists (racist towards the white community well actually just my mom), actual racists (towards the Asian community also just my mom), hide behind gods word and act like they are the angel children because they're straight (but they have committed lots of sins they just pick and choose what THEY want to hear in the bible), etc.and my parents took my phone away (a bitch still doesnt have ittt but thank god padlet i can e x p o s e t h e m (also thanks chromebook) and they made me leave my best friend maddie because they think she caused it.. my bestfriend for fucking 9 years now gone because they are homophobic . they also blame my aunt celines death on drugs and 'Doing lesbianism' like bitch- first of all you only mention being a lesbian after i fucking came out to you, second if she turned to drugs and you apparently tried to stop her she wouldnt be fucking dead bc i know for a fact you only fucking told her to dance and eat food because your an absolute fuckhead who cant understand mental health. also i told the all seeing god would see me being gay and apparently like make my life worse for sinning and shit but you STILL felt blessed before i came out to you and only felt unblessed after. anyways sorry for my tiny rant. i just wanna get out of this house and leave, find my best friend again, get a girlfriend, and do acting like honestly

uhhh

roseareblack — 2021-04-27 15:08:59 UTC

heyyyyy updateee <3

theycallmetac0_1134 — 2021-04-30 04:00:56 UTC

guess whatttt its been abt 3mons since we've had this and it seems so long, but it rly isnt :0 damn... things have beeen so great and shit. we havent rly got any posts on here ;( dont cry tho!!! all we need is more ppppl >:) go ahead and inv ppl

also sammy, shoto senpai, and ig jt will be admin. ask to change the bg thooo
i love u chick-a-dees <33

i am new to this but my story happened 7 years ago my sister her name was nativiona but we called her taytay she died 7 years ago in the hostpital. I was the most emotional kid after that i cryed everyday and went to her funeral an i just couldnt watch them drop her into the ground i am scarred and theres isnt any going back. I was only 7 years old and the worst thing is that i legitamately had a nigtmare of her dying before she died the next day. And when i saw her die that day i didnt speak for three weeks i didnt eat for six days and i cried for 2 months. She had saroposi so she didnt walk talk or do anything i could do her whole life. She was twelve whan she died she is 18 now . i sleep with one of her teddy bears from her bed every night and only a man would admit that. After that life was a blur i wanted to die . I tried to commit suicide atleast 25 times but im thankful i didnt bc i want to live in her honor. She didnt get to do the things i did so i have been grateful since that day for everything given to me. And im 14 now and thats half of my life. everyday i am contanly reminded of herthrought my baby brothers life

2021-05-21 18:54:21 UTC

look people being yourself is not what defines you its being real to others and being a good person , being selfles,i pretty sure im none of those things but some of you people already are so look dont try to be something your not or dont try to shut people down bc you dont know what to say. dont make up excuses to start a conversation or to end a friendship if you have a friendship you have a friend why tear that apart bc you dont feel it anymore or you dont like to tlk or you want more and more interactions with your friend tlk to he or her and your friend ship will go from there guys i guarantee that everything will be great especially life and after that just keep rolling yall bc life aint getting longer

2021-05-21 18:54:50 UTC

2021-07-18 22:37:55 UTC

Arg

Huh

2021-07-28 22:58:26 UTC

Here's my story...

2021-08-23 00:18:16 UTC

i hate you all

if u want to die go ahead

im allalone i want to die

2021-09-02 17:56:01 UTC

HELLO?! ARE U ALIVE!? somebody respond please gold i need you!!!

LonexWolf — 2021-11-16 15:15:54 UTC

Oh Boy

Berry_aint_scary — 2021-11-23 15:59:54 UTC

what r yall doing qwq

theycallmetac0_1134 — 2021-12-25 21:10:21 UTC

One time when I was 19, I was walking on the streets of Boulevard singin' "My stick is better than bacon" then my grandson poped up in the trashcan and said Nobody asked. I then kicked him in the chest, spit on my self and left without looking back.

crash_pineapple — 2022-01-31 04:45:38 UTC

My stick is better than bacon~~~

look ppl if u wanna have a good life ima give u some tips have a glow up one of the most important one is CUT THOSE TOXIC BITCHES OUT OF YOUR LIFE u don't need them.they don't need to control u.be urself don't chnage for anyone else don't change for them because if u want true love you someone who accepts u the way u are.IF God has taken someone out of your life don't be sad about it because he saw the things you didn't see he heard the conversations you didn't here and he knew those plans that u didn't know about. sometimes Allah will destroy your plan because the plan was about to destroy you.im a muslim and love being a muslim i LOVE Allah and always will i am thankfull for the happy life i have now.thanx for reading idk who u are but love u.

2022-02-14 20:40:23 UTC

MY STORY

NLE_CHOPPA_GANG — 2022-04-12 14:15:27 UTC

I WAS BORN IN CALFORNA AND MOVED TO TEXAS WHEN I WAS BORN MY DAD WASN'T READY TO BE A DAD BUT HIS BITCH ASS DID IT TO MY MOM AND HE KEPT BRING ME GIFTS TO FORGET ABOUT WHAT HE DID I HATED MY DAD BC OF THAT AND MY MOM WAS ONLY 15 WHEN SHE HAD ME AS I GREW I WAS AROUND MY GREAT GREAT GRANDMA AND MY GREAT AUNT AND MY MOM'S MOM WHO IS MY GRANDMA AND I AM 13 NOW AND MY DAD IS IN JAIL FOR SOME SHIT HE DID BUT HE CALLED ME AND SAID WHERE YOUR SISTER AT I WAS AT A BIRTHDAY PARTY ON MY DAD SIDE OF THE FAMLIY AND IT WAS A PAINT BALL FIGHT SO WHEN MY DAD ASKED WHERE MY SISTER WAS I HAD FREAKED OUT I HAD A SISTER MY WHOLE FAMILY KNEW BUT ME SHE IS 9 AND THE SAME HIGHT AS ME WE LOOK THE SAME TO SO I ASKED MY GRANDMA CAN I GO MEET HER WHEN SHE SAID YES I WAS SCARED AND EXCITED AT THE SAME TIME BTW I HAVE TWO MOM'S TWO GRANDMA'S AND TWO AUNT'S LIKE MY GRANDMAS DAGHTER ONE IS MY MOM THE OTHER IS MY UNCLE AND OTHE IS MY AUNT YES 2 GIRLS ONE BOY SO I MET MY SISTER WE HAD ALOT OF THINGS IN COMMAN IDK WHEN HER BRITHDAY IS EITHER SO YEAH THAT IS MY LIFE IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT FUCK OFF

my story part 2 :D

Hooni_Lee_my_beloved — 2022-06-07 05:02:27 UTC

(TW!! sexual trauma, substance abuse, suicide, self harm, furry, sexual stuffs, pedophila)

so you've probably seen my previous story (if not i suggest that) but now its been a year since I've written that. I think that was in 6th grade lmao- I'm in 8th grade now lol. I am 13 and things have gotten better. my mom actually acts like a mom now so that's nice. she has her own house and she has an amazing boyfriend who is really nice to me. he has a nice cat too. Lately I have been thinking about some of my sexual trauma from my past and I realize it played a large role in me over-sexualizing myself now. A lot of older guys ,message me and ask me for nudes or try to talk about sexual stuff with me. Honestly, I just let them. I send the shit too. It makes me feel good when they praise my body and call me pretty. (I am a trans guy but I present very fem) They call me thongs like, Princess, sweetheart, love, darling, Baby, ect. and it makes me sick to hear those now. It still feels nice to be praised by those men, but sometimes it makes me feel disgusting. It makes me feel like all I'm good for is my body. I honestly think that's true. i am only good for my body. I have a pretty face, nice thighs, average boob size, nice ass, and a decent waist. I mean, what more could a girl want??? Guys love my body and that makes me sick. Lately I havent self harmed in like two months. My mom keeps trying to make me tell her why I did it but I cant and she knows I'm uncomfortable talking about it but she forces me to so that kind of sucks lol. I have in total tried killing myself 11 times. i haven't attempted in around a year, so don't worry. also, I'M GETTING A FUCKING FURSUIT AND I AM LITERALLY SO EXITED!!!! I HAVE WANTED ONE FOR YEARS AND I CANT FUCKING WAIT. THIS IS LIKE THE BEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME ISTG

It’s been so long I’m griff I’m now 16 I’ve been away from pad for two years darn near trying to figure out life I’m a junior in high school…. I sing In choir and in an acapella group…. I wrestle now for stress relief and anger relief bc I used to have mental health problems that were tied to anger and stress. I kinda miss my old friends and wish they would come bk here bc it’s kinda sad that they left without getting a good farewell but anyway uh have a nice day

kid_be_chillin — 2023-03-06 17:38:21 UTC