Throughout middle school, after ******** I got sexually harassed by boys my age. In high school I continued to get sexually harassed by the stupid boys my age. They’d grab at me and make gross jokes and whisper in the classroom knowing I could hear them talking about my body.
I was so angry.
I’ve always been angry.
One day I decided to stop eating so I’d lose weight. The idea was that if I lost weight, they’d leave me alone because I didn’t have anything to grab. I immediately stopped eating more than a meal a day, and I dropped two-three pant sizes in less than a less than a semester.
My body was covered in ugly stretchmarks and I hated myself for what I’d done. I’ve told my best friend of six years about this and she’s the only one that knows, but I’m too scared to tell her that even after I’d achieved what I wanted to accomplish, I still kept starving myself because by that point I just wanted to wither away into nothing and die.
I’m fairly healthy now, but I still hate myself so much. I don’t want her to think I’m pathetic, even though I am, and I don’t want her to feel sad or worried.
I wish I wasn’t like this.
This one time, I got to know a lovely human being online. It was on Tumblr. I don’t know how we ended following each other. But she would make me feel certain ways through her words. We had some chats and I realized this was no ordinary person. She was special. Time passed and she added me on other social media after we got to know each other a bit. I had no idea who this person was adding me until I figured out it was her.. and damn mine eyes.. damn them.. she had the most beautiful face I’ve ever witnessed in my long years on Earth. Lips like heaven. Beautiful deadly yet serene eyes. A face to die for. And on top of that she had a great sense of humor, a positive view on life, and a killer taste in music. I fell in love. It was love at first friend request… literally. I could not stop thinking about her. I started dreaming about her. And we got to know each other a bit more. I was swept and knocked out of the park. Only problem? She lived an ocean and a half away from me.. and I was just some punk kid with dreams living in America. But I couldn’t get her out of my mind. 2 years had passed and her name grew on me.. it was a beautiful name.. and everyday I would pronounce it in my head. She inspired me for instrumentals.. she inspired me for songs.. I wrote about her a lot.. and after speaking with her one last time and mildly flirting with her.. I didn’t speak to her for a month and I left on a tour by myself and did my own thing. We didn’t talk and I wondered why.. but I kept to myself.. then I realized maybe she found someone.. and I became infuriated. I thought to myself “That’s it you’re in too deep!” and I deleted her off all social media and blocked her. A month later she found me and asked what happened.. I responded with a long half-assed thought out cover up. “Oh I wrote you some songs and didn’t want you to hear them.” It was bullshit.. half bullshit.. I did write songs.. but they were so ******* good that I wouldn’t think twice about releasing them even if she was on my contact lists.. they were THAT good. The reason I deleted and blocked her was because I couldn’t bare thinking about her being with anyone but me.. I felt like I should belong to her and only her.. I fell in love. Reason I say this is because 3 years of knowing this person existed.. and not a day goes by in which I don’t think about her.. not a day goes by. I don’t visit her pages. I don’t try talking to her. I just simply disappeared after confessing my half assed lie. But I’m glad I didn’t confess my feelings… cause a reaction other than what I wanted would have ruined my day. And yet still.. not a day goes by in which I don’t think about her. I hope she is happy, even though I wish I could be the one to make her happy.
When I was 14 I was a lonely outcast that was constantly bullied. One day I met up with a friend that lives in a different part of the country, she told me she made fake facebook accounts and added her school friends, her fake accounts made her real self popular because she was “friends” with that one “beautiful girl” on facebook and had that “perfect long distance boyfriend”. I was jealous and I wanted to make friends at school so I did it too. One day my little brother found one of those accounts in my friends list and I told him it’s just a friend. He kept asking more and started “chatting” with this friend. Eventually he told my mom about “her” and I ended up lying to my mom too. I completely stopped using fake accounts when I was 16 because I realized how disgusting it is to keep my friends interested in me because of someone that doesn’t exist. I have mild anxiety and depression, which were really intense in middle school, so I just wanted to be normal. I wanted to have things to talk about, awesome friends that I did things with, but because I’m an outcast I never had those so I made them up. I’m almost 19 now and it’s the biggest regret of my life. I can’t believe I lied to my own family, I am truly scum. So here I am, years later, gettin drunk and cutting myself while waiting for my mom to come home so I can tell her the truth. The guilt has been eating me alive for so long that if I don’t tell them I will die.
No one,not even a single soul in my family or my friends know….that im…im not a virgin anymore..its probably not a big deal to you but to me,it is..in my culture and religion,its a sin to not be a virgin out of marriage..i terribly regretting the fact that i gave my virginity to a dickhead who turned out to be a pathetic loser. And im afraid of what will my future husband thinks if he knows about this :(
Struggling with Bulimia 4 years later makes me hate myself for even starting making myself throw up. I’m now doing my first year at university and the pressure makes it so worse but I don’t have anyone around to help. I am never going to reach out and get help for this, and no one here would ever call me out on it or force me to seek help. It’s scary to think how far it has gotten and how bad it could get. And I can do nothing to stop it.
When my friend and I were in the 7th grade we met this guy in the 8th grade had us to meet his cousins who were 16 at the time. They took our virginity’s and made us believe they really had love for us and we believed every ounce of it. Now that I am older I am 18 and have a 3 year old by one of the dead beats, I realize that it was all lies and we were basically deceived. We were young and dumb and they loved it. They manipulated us and I feel so stupid for letting it happened.
I had an abortion when I was 20. My family knows but my exhusband asked me to never tell his family. Mind you, he pushed for it (and didn’t help pay for it) but he said it was “kill” his mom if she knew.
It was one of the worst experiences of my life. This was many years ago and google didn’t exist. I didn’t know that private insurance would pay for it and instead paid out of pocket. I didn’t know that different states had different regulations. I didn’t think to ask if I’d be sedated or given anything for pain-I had just assumed I would be.
You see, the medical equivelent of an abortion is called a D&C or a D&E and they most definately sedate you or give you some form of anesthetic with that. The clinic I went to only gave me ibuprofen. Ibuprofen. I was in so much pain that I was unable to walk the next day because I had pulled the muscles in my legs so bad.
I later was quite rude to another doctor because I thought he looked like the abortion doctor. When I verbalized how much it hurt just to get the speculum inserted (no lube, thanks for that guy) the doctor was quite rude. No compassion. The nurses were much better.
I threw up on the ride home.
Years later, I still had trouble dealing with the horror of it. I tried to talk to the then husband about it-because they say talking helps. Then the exhusband said to me, “I like to pretend it never happened.” I can’t pretend it never happened. I couldn’t even watch the one south park episode about them without getting physically ill. That’s great you can forget about it but I never can.
I was even on the pill at the time.
The other night I got blackout drunk and apparently almost went home with a man in a cab. I am engaged and am now wracked with guilt. I am never drinking without my fiancé around, ever again.
I hit a guy on his Motorcycle couple nights ago really bad i went to my house hide my car next morning i drove to my friend car repair shop and fix it. i look on the rear mirror that night and saw him kinda standing but i got the feeling someone else was on the backside of the motorcycle with him :/
I’m 17 year old punk. For the past year, I’ve been feeling like I’m ready to be a parent. I’m already looked down on for my choice in music and my lifestyle. I know I’d be looked down upon even more for this decision to have a child, but I just feel ready. This last weekend, my ex girlfriend called me and told me that she’d had a miscarriage that had been from when we were together. I’ve been depressed to the point of suicide ever since. I feel bad, but I wish she hadn’t had the miscarriage and that I could have had a child.
I cant even kiss my boyfriend, let alone be sexual with him. Molest has ruined me. I will NEVER full recover from those events. I wish I was strong enough to let go a little bit, but i can’t. I feel like a disappointment and that i’ll never be good enough for anyone.
I regret that I ever left my wife. I had someone influence me on my decision. Which was wrong and now she has f… up, and I don’t even like seeing her face. I know that I love my wife and want to be with her, I am just not sure how to do it. I have spent a lot a money since this happened. Really being stupid and I know she doesn’t have any. That makes me feel like an ass. She is always supporting and probably would do about anything. I know that she has changed. I haven’t told her but I really like it. I need to go home to her with my tail between my legs. I want to make Love to her all day long when I get bak.