Hey you, yes you. If you're feeling down and feeling as if the world is putting so much pressure on you just know, the world is absolutely crual without a doubt but know that there is things beautiful out there, and I know you'll soon find happiness!
Thanks I’m in a state were I can’t feel I’m trying to cry but it won’t come out I’ve tryed 4 times and the fact that I don’t feel envy thing is hell it’s like I wish for the pain that I did not want to come back I should of got help sooner I’m such a descrase you don’t even understand how much you would miss feeling sad I would wish to be sad then be nothing I’m not me any more I’m so dumb I wish y’all luck please get help sooner please it’s worth getting help than feel nothing like me stay safe love y’all bye-❤️🩹😕
i actually went through that once with a friend called Angella, she was 17 when i met her and then a year later... that is so sad cause i knew she was passing through some tough shit and tried to help her but i never knew that would be the last "bye, sleep well see you
Grandpa died 2 days ago. I can’t stop thinking about it, but I don’t feel anything. Weird how things work, huh? I just went on with my day like usual, but I could never stop thinking about it, and I still can’t. I’m gonna miss that old timer... Fuck 2020, this year has sucked... Edit: I got back from the funeral yesterday. I felt so empty and hollow, and that feeling comes back when I think about it. I shed one tear, no more, no less. Seeing his pale, dead body... it was weird. He died in the arms of my grandmother. She was hugging him when he took his final, shaky breath. I wasn’t there. I just heard about it from her. He was an old dork, who loved biking, hell, he was part of a biker club called the American legion. He liked to fish too, he would fix up random parts, and he was kind but stern when he needed to be. I’m gonna miss him, he was the best Grandfather you could ask for. We had a Christmas tradition too, he would dress up as Santa, and I was planning on dressing up as an elf to help him. I only got to do that for one year, last year. He turned 64 a few weeks back. Memories make a person, and they are the only thing a person leaves behind that make an impact on people. I’m 13, turning 14 in November, and I’m dreading my first birthday without him, even more so Christmas. Rest In Peace Tony, I’ll never forget you. Edit 2: Nobody will probably see this for awhile, but I’m gonna write it anyway. Around 4 months later, and it still hurts. It’s gotten better, but it won’t fully heal for awhile. I haven’t heard anything about my dad and step-mom getting custody of me since that night. I haven’t spoken to my mother in awhile either... I’ll live. Not like I’ve got much choice. I’ve still got things to do. Things will get better. They have to. I’m just glad I’ve got my friends by my side. Rest In Peace Papa. Edit 3: I’ve recently moved, and I haven’t heard from my biological mom in a while. Sadly, that’s about to change because my dad and step-mom need full custody if they’re gonna be able to take me to a doctor, sign me up for school, etc. I’m glad that things are looking up for us. I haven’t heard from anyone in a bit. I’ve only talked to my Grammy since then. She still has to fight tears any time my papa’s mentioned. I still miss the guy to this day. According to my Grammy, the doctors think that the brain tumor could have formed due to all the crap in the air when Papa was helping to clean up after 9/11. I have a couple of pictures from him now. One of them is him with an old prairie dog he brought from Texas. He had two, can’t tell which one of them it was. He could always tell. He would point certain parts about the two that were so miniscule, but he could see them. Texas and Duke were their names. He made tiny graves for them near the garage. Here’s hoping that papa’s up in heaven with those two now. It feels nice to write this all out, regardless of whether or not anyone will ever see. We all miss you man, hope to see you again some day pops. Edit 4: Wow it's been awhile. I don't even know what to write now. I'm 15 now, my dad and step-mom now have full custody, and life is pretty good. I still miss him, and a memory will pop back in my head every now and then. My Grammy visits me every Sunday, we go out to eat and such. She's getting herself together. It's still really weird to think that he's gone. It doesn't help that I'm still bitter that I never got to say goodbye, courtesy of my biological mom who kept putting it off, despite knowing how bad it was. Either way, I think the old man would be proud of me if he were here, so I'll keep going the way I am. Rest in peace Pops.
zora junkins Thanks, it means a lot. My grandmother is the most devestated. Somehow, through all of this, she’s still worrying about me. I have an abusive mother who gave my dad temporary custody, meaning I’m legally allowed to live with him for now. However, she can still do whatever she wants, whenever. My grandma said she would help my father and step mother get a lawyer in court and help them get custody of me. When and if that day comes, I will be at peak happiness. She has my little brother though, and he’s the most important thing in this world to me. I would die for that little turd. I hope he turns out the way I did: anything but like her. My grandma is always on the verge of tears now, and I’m worried. I’m gonna help my family get through this, that’s what Pops would want. I keep telling myself that, over and over. I hope I can do that. I don’t think 13 year olds should have to be worrying about this, yet here we are. I’ll be 14 soon, and I’m wondering whether my mother is going to ruin it or try to help and somehow screw up then blame it on me. I’m going to try and convince my grandma that I want her gift to me to treat herself to something. Something that would make her happy. I know it sounds cheesy, but it’s what I want. She’s more depressed than anyone I’ve ever seen...
You don't understand it yet. Thats why you feel like this. We're all too young to be like this. But yet we are. You just have to keep on looking forward. Shit is just going through your head to fast.
i understand u. it is normal to sometimes feel like that in ur age, even if u have a lucky life. to feel bad out of nowhere and being insecure ab urself. But u have to stop it and love ur life, appreciate every second of it and what u have. But yk what did? I created a dream,my violin. I hold onto it and when im extremly stressed cause of school or other things, no matter what time it is and what i have to do, i unpack my violin and play till i cant anymore and remember there are also other things to do. I set a goal and im gonnna reach it, cause thats my life and i want to do that and i love my violin over everything, and now thats been 8 years I´ve been playing i cannot imagine a life without it. cause i started it as a hobby and it turned into a passion. START TO DREAM DONT HOLD UR PHANTASY BACK;LET IT TRAVEL AND FIND URELF.
Get some help, i started hating myself and feeling suicidal at 11 / 12, im 15 now, and it's just getting worse and worse, so get some help as soon as you can, and if you think your parents or tutors won't help you, talk to a friend and stay with them for a while, get some money, talk to the teachers you trust about it, so that they can give you some advice, and with that money go to a therapist, it'll help, it takes some time but it'll get better, i promise
the voice of thuth: are you sure everythig will be? what stops you and your sadness of doing atrocity? now its my time to talk: partnor, please dont waste time. say to your parents that you want help and go for psychiatrist, say whats wrong, waiting for suddenly salvation wont save you. please. go. for. a. psychiatrist.
I feel you Patrick... Its not nice having everyone looking down upon you and treating you badly just because you see things different the way they do.. The moral of this folks.. is that its ok to just sit down and cry... no one is made out of steel not even our beloved pat..
I hate how alone I feel, I’ve friends but I keep myself guarded... anyone just crave finding that someone who you feel like you have no walls with, no secrets, no doubts. Just loyalty, love, and happiness. I know it’s futile to chase happiness because it comes and goes but as long as I had someone to hold when the happiness left, it wouldn’t be all bad... I mean At least I wouldn’t be alone anymore...
my friends and family in stress me:it will get better also me:*crying every night* when will it get better oh wait it never will *me telling my family how i was feeling* them: your just over dramatice shut up your fine, NOBODY CARES btw this is true i get lauphed at 24/7 for me saying how i feel
yep the same for me but I got use to it I usually write down my felling and later throw away the paper if it was all negative thing try it out it may help .
People always talk bout them being scared of dying and going to hell, but sadly for me earth is that hell, everyday I’m fighting some new type of battle with myself it’s either depression or anxiety or the weight of social standards, and trust me there was a point I didn’t even care about what people said but when your in the room by yourself and your alone in that bed you look at your phone and there is no one you can talk to on a personal level it’s hard never experienced that at all and the way my mind changes moods it’s just all fucked man feel like everyone’s passing me by I was supposed to be the one setting a example but instead I’m the one that’s in the far back I don’t think there is anyone out there for me and that’s ok if god want me to be alone forever then I’m ok with that fate I can’t change it I just think it’s pretty fucked up but hey people who get cancer don’t ask to get cancer do they people who are in a wheelchair don’t ask to be in one but they are that’s because it’s fate since I was a little kid I was different on up until middle school year became conscious about my body which made me more depressed and inspire of that I didn’t try to make any relationships with any females, that eventually became the daily routine got probably a little better when I got to high school but deep down very much more concerned about my body and it wasn’t nothing I could fix far as working out it was a physical trait type of thing I am know 20 never experienced love never had a actual first anything fuck depression was my first love technically the only thing that ever followed me around and constantly bothered me I see my younger cousins all talk about there love life’s etc and I’m just there and although it’s easy for them it ain’t for me I have female friends but it’s more of not being able to take things to a personal level without being awkward or weird and knowing I have no type of experience in that region being the age I am definitely does not help I will get ridiculed and laughed at like a clown
hey past self, your almost 15. ik your alone, remember all the memories of mom and dad? yeah haha, i remeber them too. i hope you’re doing well and still alive. if you see this future me, i wasnt happy, remeber covid? yeah i bet you do you spent your sweet ol 16 alone most likely. well cya later future me
