When I was 7, I never had a decent or even average childhood. I never had much toys, I guess it passable since we are extremely poor. We lost everything after the war. My family had to start from scratch in a whole new place.
OH BS.....The real story is when I was 7, I always dream of ending it all, but I figure you know, maybe in a few more years, I'll be in college, and have a beautiful girl who I can fall in love with. When I hit my teen years, I felt that I probably should just do it, and forget all the problem that surround me. I mean if my friend hang himself, and he had a better life than me, why is that I am still hanging on? Well I figure that college would be my savior if not else, and I'll just be lonely for the next 4 years, and everything should be alright. Now I'm in college, and I'm more miserable than ever. I know you guy are the nicest people on any forum, and you guy keep telling me to not kill myself, but I just don't see the point anymore. I mean how long before it will change. No kidding aside, I'm living a life full of lies. My family have no clue what has transpire throughout my life. They could not to begun to understand the horrific tragedy and event for me as a kindergarten's student that I went through everyday off my life all the way to high school. And I know for sure, that I will never fall in love, unless the girl was extremely drunk. Just yesterday my so call best friend laugh at my face, even though he meant it as a joke, I felt...horrible. I mean I know their a thing such as being ugly, but when you look like me, well no jokes aside, I don't look normal. Ughhhh I just hate myself so much. I'm done talking pill or even therapy because it just not working.
I'm really scare that I can't hide this whole embarrassing ordeal any longer to my family. My mom yell at me because I always look sad, and that I'm not normal like other people. She said "you don't look like anyone else, or even act like them". It make more sense in my native tongue. Neither does my family knows that the week before I left for Christmas break, that I was close to hanging myself.
There just no light at the end of the tunnel
OH BS.....The real story is when I was 7, I always dream of ending it all, but I figure you know, maybe in a few more years, I'll be in college, and have a beautiful girl who I can fall in love with. When I hit my teen years, I felt that I probably should just do it, and forget all the problem that surround me. I mean if my friend hang himself, and he had a better life than me, why is that I am still hanging on? Well I figure that college would be my savior if not else, and I'll just be lonely for the next 4 years, and everything should be alright. Now I'm in college, and I'm more miserable than ever. I know you guy are the nicest people on any forum, and you guy keep telling me to not kill myself, but I just don't see the point anymore. I mean how long before it will change. No kidding aside, I'm living a life full of lies. My family have no clue what has transpire throughout my life. They could not to begun to understand the horrific tragedy and event for me as a kindergarten's student that I went through everyday off my life all the way to high school. And I know for sure, that I will never fall in love, unless the girl was extremely drunk. Just yesterday my so call best friend laugh at my face, even though he meant it as a joke, I felt...horrible. I mean I know their a thing such as being ugly, but when you look like me, well no jokes aside, I don't look normal. Ughhhh I just hate myself so much. I'm done talking pill or even therapy because it just not working.
I'm really scare that I can't hide this whole embarrassing ordeal any longer to my family. My mom yell at me because I always look sad, and that I'm not normal like other people. She said "you don't look like anyone else, or even act like them". It make more sense in my native tongue. Neither does my family knows that the week before I left for Christmas break, that I was close to hanging myself.
There just no light at the end of the tunnel