My dog died the day after christmas, a kid in my class said it was because I'm jewish.

Rin ut of mtn dew tew deep me Doritos in :'(

The saddest thing for me, is losing memory of my fathers voice. Regretting everyday of deleting his voice messages off my phone....

This.

Feels

Destiny is planned to last 10 yrs :(

The Feels train is now boarding.

Your picture keeps changing before my very eyes.

Mom died during childbirth, dad suicided out of distress. Got taken in by aunt who blames me for their deaths. Bullied from kindergarten to junior year. Aunt kicked me out as soon as i graduated and had a job. Living in a small apartment with a few articles of furniture and a laptop. Cant afford college, no family wants me, socially deprived, i sit in a dark apartment in front of a bright computer. This is basically what my life has surfaced to. I spend my life wondering if this is how it will stay until i die. I could cry myself to sleep every night.....but i shed all my tears long ago....

[b]That bus was coming sometime, I knew it had to[/b]... I couldn't tell the time because I broke my watch a few weeks ago when I tripped over a curb. I tried to hide it from my father because I knew he'd be mad, but he found out, which would explain the black eye and the bruises on my face. I couldn't remeber a time when his breath didn't smell like whiskey, or his voice didn't constantly shake the walls and wake the neighbors. He had every reason to drink. After all, his wife was found dead after overdosing on the same drugs she took to escape her sad reality that she worked 3 jobs to try and feed 3 kids and a lazy, abusive husband that 's never onced showed an ounce of compassion or love for anyone or anything in his whole life. [b]Where's that bus?... it should've been here by now[/b]... He sometimes blames himself that his kid- or kid now... doesn't have a mom. Maybe if we did, my older brothers wouldn't have to raise their 3 year old little brother alone. Maybe they wouldn't have to sell narcotics on the streets for money... maybe they wouldnt have been jumped in that alley before they even reached 13 and 15... he blames me for what happened to them. Tells me "if you weren't so -blam!-in useless, they wouldn't have to do that shit, and they'd still be here" he usually tells me when he's extra mad, or as my birthday present for the past few years including my last one a few months ago... happy 8th to me. Sometimes he cries. That's when he doesn't hit me so hard. His strength is wavered by the intense sobbing, the kind that makes you collapse and lie currled up in a ball without the ability or will to move, or much less continue life. But he found just enough strength to not fall, but instead to punch me with what strength he could muster with liquer running down his chin and tears down his cheeks. [b]The schedule said the bus would be here soon... at least I think it did... I don't read so well[/b]... tears weren't always so bad... sometimes I'd black out, and I wouldn't feel it until I woke up. Sometimes I didn't have all my teeth, and sometimes my ribs weren't all in tact. In school i don't do very well, my teacher calls me "illiterate" and "retard" sometimes "dumbass" on a good day. The other kids beat me up sometimes, they throw rocks and garbage at me from time to time...they spit on me too... they call me names and say I'm "not worth anyone's time because I'm poor and stupid". My second time in second grade because my principal thinks I'm not ready to progress and haven't learned enough for the next level of education... [b]I wish it wasn't raining... but it'll all be just fine, the bus'll be here soon, I think I hear it[/b]... I think maybe my life is the way it is because I deserve it... maybe I'd done something wrong when I was a baby and now I have to pay for it? I don't know. Eveyone tells me it's my fault, so it must be true. I think if my mama only had 2 kids, maybe she wouldn't have to work so hard... maybe my dad wouldn't drink so much... maybe if I never existed, it wouldn't rain and the sky would be blue more often... at long last, I see the bus in the distance, the windshield wipers on full spead whiping the rain from then glass, the raindrops shining in the headlights. The bus was driving at full speed with no intention of stopping... as it should, becuase I wasn't stitting at a bus stop, but rather standing at the side of the road. The bus came closer and I stepped into the middle of the street... [b]the bus finally came.[/b]

Your profile picture animation is so f[b]u[/b]cking cool

This is a true story about my life. Me and my girlfriend (Both of us are 14) had a unique relationship. The only reason we dated is because her mother was killed in a 3-way car accident. I was the only one there to comfort her and well... Things... Escalated. We began dating, and connected in a very deep way. Anyways, I'm a military child and her dad worked as a business man right outside the base. We would constantly spend weeks at each other's houses, hell, she even was in the chats of some o my groups with on my phone. Then, she moved to Missouri. No big deal, I was gonna end up moving there too anyways because both of our Families are from the same town. Then, about 3 and 1/2 weeks ago, I received terrible news from her. She was moving to Washington state and there was nothing she could do about it. I practically died. But it gets worse, she had forgotten my phone number because it was just in her contacts list, and there was a small thunderstorm up there that took out her cellular tower. I know about this because I had kept the weather for there on my phone to have something to talk to her about. So now, I'm back to square one. After having a year of paradise with a beautiful girl who was the light of my life. And if you're somehow reading this, The girl of my dreams, know that I will always love you and your memory shall never leave my mind or my heart.

May 23, 2010. If I knew you weren't gunna wake up, I wouldn't have gone to that damn tennis tournament. I can't get over you. The image I now see when I picture you is the one I woke up to. I wish you woke up. I wish you were here. Come back. I love you. July 29th, 2015 Heart retching news from my doctor. If it spreads, I could die. I could turn into you. Leave my daughter like you left me. Heartbroken, depressed, angry. Why me? Why do I feel so alone again? Why is this happening to me? [spoiler]true story...[/spoiler]

Long face has left us :(

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The tv show firefly ended after 14 episodes. ;_;