Stories of Triumph, Conflict, and Human Experience
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I like him really much but ofcourse he likes someone else. Someone who is much more beautiful than me. What the hell is wrong with me? Why cant anyone ever like me? Why is it always my friends? Why the hell am I so ugly? Is it bc my looks he doesnt like me? What should I do better to make him like me?
I’m 14- I’ll be 15 within the month, and I cant remember hardly anything of my childhood up until 14. I get that this is the time of edgy posting, with puberty and all that, no? But all I ask of you is to keep an open mind while you listen. I hope writing to you helps me recall.
But this has been bothering me in a way I can’t quite explain, an ache within me that tells me something is wrong. I feel like as a person, I only exist on the surface, an outer shell without a solid inner being. Or maybe it’s the other way around, like I’m buried in someone else? I don’t know where I am, but i’m not whole. I don’t know who I am, I do I know that’s still forming- normal at this age, but I feel like I was thrown into this body a year ago to pick up the pieces of someone who left without a trace. It’s so frustrating because WHERE DID THAT PERSON GO and why did they LEAVE me here. They’re not something I can prove, the only evidence I have of them is what people who knew them tell me.
But stay with me. The first time I felt awake or present as the me now was January 12th 2025, a MONTH ago, like I was shook from a daze. This might sound batshit insane to you, but remember what I’ve told you above. when my sibling made jest about part of my mother’s beating of me I didn’t even know took place, he asked, “You don’t remember?” I didn’t, but I *felt* it and was sure, like the flood the damn held crashed into me and swept me from my stagnant state. my heart began to race- head light and breath hard to find, panic, I needed to excuse myself. It took me days, but when I broke down, i finally felt like a breathing human again, for something I hardly think happened to me- like I recovered a piece of an otherwise blank slate (the beatings do not go on to this day, we have a good relationship). I journaled comprehensively about it. That was the first time I’ve felt connected to… something? I remember telling someone that I felt weird after that day, like a different person, that hasn’t gone away. But being able to remember something makes me realize how much I can’t remember, and that drives me insane. I try to remember why I still do things I do, what’s influences it, why I’m so anxious about people finding something out about me (that I don’t even know ?), so conscious about the words I use to formulate my thoughts, why they take so long for me to express, why I care about people, why I was too depressed to get out of bed a few months ago or to even hold friendships with people- and how all that just changed with a snap? That isn’t how it works. That’s what makes it even harder to trust myself as I am now. People ask me questions about myself, about an integral part of me, and I stare into space without finding a single answer. It makes me feel like I’m not real.
I’ve stumbled upon an old video of me today, one I had no recollection of, happily squealing in play with my family in our old apartment- and it sent me into a panic like the one before, it’s what got me to write this to you. There was nothing wrong with the content, but I’ve discovered it might be because I couldn’t identify that person as *me*, or seeing that apartment again paralyzed me with indescribable fear- and in tandem made me feel I was losing hold on myself again.
Enough of me. If you made it this far, I implore your perspective on the matter. How can I find what I’ve lost? Or center myself right again as this foreign person? Please leave your thoughts below if you have any- if you relate, or just wanna comment, I appreciate any of it.
Thank you -Anonymous scourge fan
I feel almost completely alone deep down. The people in my life seem to just abandon me at my lowest moments now. And I struggle with extreme disdain and self loathing. Yet I also feel like I’m being ridiculous at times, like I don’t deserve to be feeling the way I do because I haven’t experienced enough badness in my life. I don’t get therapy enough. I make poor choices continuously. I am really at the edge of losing hope for myself entirely. And all of it sparked from girl problems, or at least, the recent parts of it. So I guess, what would people have thought if they had seen all of this on a reality tv show?
It's so hard not having anyone when you need them most.
Why do I always feel like I'm begging for your attention, like I'm the only one who wants to be with you?
Will you look for me first when I'm gone? Does it really have to be like that for you to finally realize my importance?
Everyday is a battle, between me against the world. I feel so alone, unworthy of anyone's attention, atleast that's what I've always felt, and still am.
Maybe I just need to accept that everyone has their own lives and that I am no one's priority. I can't just ask them to do something and expect them to be able to; like spending time with me during my dark days.
Recently I was thinking about what my ten worst experiences of my life would be, because it came up in conversation that a problem I was having with an assignment didn't make the top list, and as I was making the list in my head, I realized that and experience I had didn't even make the list and I felt like I needed to tell someone.
The experience was that I was seriously considering suicide-like searching up what amounts of household chemicals it would take to kill me and considering stealing some of the more toxic ones from my schools science lab- and ended up texting(so no would hear) the 988 suicide hotline. The person I was talking to essentially told me that my problems weren't immediate enough for them to help with, suggested I speak with my therapist instead and offered some very generic advice, at which point I ended the texting. At that point, I was not feeling any better than before I texted the hotline, but I was eventually able to calm myself down and stop planning my death.
This is less about how awful that experience was and more about how I have had ten experiences which were more emotionally distressing than something that bad and there were several others after that that came close. I don't understand what I have done to deserve this much pain and suffering in my life and I don't understand why people have hurt me in the ways they have when there was nothing stopping them from helping me or at least leaving me alone. I hate that I've had so much hurt inflicted upon me that my experience with suicide didn't even make the list of my top ten worst experiences and that people chose to inflict many of these things did so for the petty reasons they did.
Anyways, despite all of this I am currently functioning shockingly well and you wouldn't know all this from meeting me, I just wish I didn't have to be so strong and felt like I should tell someone
Today is Sun, why the heck did that damn woman ask me NOW? She has 5 other days on the week to ask. She even texted. I can understand emails. Why TEXT? She asked for access to download the transcript of the meeting that SHE recorded. If she wants to work on that thing now, that's her own damn business.
I can ignore her, but this time I am mad.
I'm first time mom, my kid is sick, she is much much more difficult than usual.
I’m feeling really suicidal and I’m just finding more and more stuff out and it’s just making it so much worse. I’ve been crying all week and no one to talk to. I’m scared to go to school, I’m scared of confrontation, im scared of looking people in the eyes in the hallway, I’m trying so hard. Way too hard. I’m slowly starting to go non-verbal and I haven’t said a word to anyone since Thursday. I’m pushing everyone out because I’m afraid to annoy them or be too much, my personality has completely changed and now even Lenny’s talking about me, I feel like no one really likes me and I’m freaking out every time I’m in a class with people I know for sure don’t like me and I start going non verbal and I have been skipping class because I know no one in there likes me in the slightest bit and I’ve been skipping classes because of people in there, when I lost my earbud on Thursday I started hyperventilating and I had a panic attack because I couldn’t listen to music. I’m turning my personality completely around and I can’t stand it. I live for talking, if I could I would talk to a deaf person in sign language just to talk some more. I only ever remember me being a sweet, kind, caring, talkitive girl. I thought I was pretty, I thought I would be liked. I completely changed everything just to be liked and it all was lost. All of my achievements are gone and I have to restart. I can’t think of any other way to dress, to wear makeup, how to talk, what words to use, what slag to use I have no idea how.i want to go back to my 5th grade self when literally everyone liked me and knew who I was and loved me. I don’t even have my own small group of friends anymore.
“Things I’ve been called/and/or/talked about or have over heard.
Fat lesbian
Annoying
Uncomfortable
Loud
Bitchy
Gay
Weirdo
“I fucking hate your personality.”
“I’d rather turn my wrist into a waterfall then talk to you”
“It’s not that serious”
“Why do you even care?”
“I would never order a whole pizza for myself.”
“What did you say? I wasn’t listening.”
“Oh her? Yea she’s a fucking fat lesbian.”
“Go ask her out! It’ll be funny.”
“Oh shut up I know you’re lying.”
And then sent a note to my therapist.
“ I’m feeling really suicidal and I’m just finding more and more stuff out and it’s just making it so much worse. I’ve been crying all week and no one to talk to. I’m scared to go to school, I’m scared of confrontation, im scared of looking people in the eyes in the hallway, I’m trying so hard. Way too hard. I’m slowly starting to go non-verbal and I haven’t said a word to anyone since Thursday. I’m pushing everyone out because I’m afraid to annoy them or be too much, my personality has completely changed and now even Lenny’s talking about me, I feel like no one really likes me and I’m freaking out every time I’m in a class with people I know for sure don’t like me and I start going non verbal and I have been skipping class because I know no one in there likes me in the slightest bit and I’ve been skipping classes because of people in there, when I lost my earbud on Thursday I started hyperventilating and I had a panic attack because I couldn’t listen to music. I’m turning my personality completely around and I can’t stand it. I live for talking, if I could I would talk to a deaf person in sign language just to talk some more. I only ever remember me being a sweet, kind, caring, talkitive girl. I thought I was pretty, I thought I would be liked. I completely changed everything just to be liked and it all was lost. All of my achievements are gone and I have to restart. I can’t think of any other way to dress, to wear makeup, how to talk, what words to use, what slag to use I have no idea how.i want to go back to my 5th grade self when literally everyone liked me and knew who I was and loved me. I don’t even have my own small group of friends anymore. ”
This is it. This is the time where I become quiet, sensitive, non-verbal. This entire week has been shit. The amount of things I’ve been called, “Things I’ve been called/and/or/talked about or have over heard.
Fat lesbian
Annoying
Uncomfortable
Loud
Bitchy
Gay
Weirdo
“I fucking hate your personality.”
“I’d rather turn my wrist into a waterfall then talk to you”
“It’s not that serious”
“Why do you even care?”
“I would never order a whole pizza for myself.”
“What did you say? I wasn’t listening.”
“Oh her? Yea she’s a fucking fat lesbian.”
“Go ask her out! It’ll be funny.”
“Oh shut up I know you’re lying.”
”
Is what I just got done typing out. In ONE. ONE WEEK. Ive been called or said all of this to or about. My boyfriend is now ignoring me. Putting all of his things on me. He has no idea what’s going on and he’s been very triggering towards me. He said less then 10 minutes ago, “I’d rather sleep then make my wrists waterfalls.” And I told him that he can just go back to sleep and that he was being very triggering and then he got mad at me. I love him so so so much. I have no friends. Not a single one, I just sent this to my therapist “ I’m feeling really suicidal and I’m just finding more and more stuff out and it’s just making it so much worse. I’ve been crying all week and no one to talk to. I’m scared to go to school, I’m scared of confrontation, im scared of looking people in the eyes in the hallway, I’m trying so hard. Way too hard. I’m slowly starting to go non-verbal and I haven’t said a word to anyone since Thursday. I’m pushing everyone out because I’m afraid to annoy them or be too much, my personality has completely changed and now even Lenny’s talking about me, I feel like no one really likes me and I’m freaking out every time I’m in a class with people I know for sure don’t like me and I start going non verbal and I have been skipping class because I know no one in there likes me in the slightest bit and I’ve been skipping classes because of people in there, when I lost my earbud on Thursday I started hyperventilating and I had a panic attack because I couldn’t listen to music. I’m turning my personality completely around and I can’t stand it. I live for talking, if I could I would talk to a deaf person in sign language just to talk some more. I only ever remember me being a sweet, kind, caring, talkitive girl. I thought I was pretty, I thought I would be liked. I completely changed everything just to be liked and it all was lost. All of my achievements are gone and I have to restart. I can’t think of any other way to dress, to wear makeup, how to talk, what words to use, what slag to use I have no idea how.i want to go back to my 5th grade self when literally everyone liked me and knew who I was and loved me. I don’t even have my own small group of friends anymore.”
I’m not living for anyone now. Not even for myself. I’m a walking corpse and I can’t do anything right. I’m just here. Always in the way. I can’t do this anymore and I have no idea what to do. I wanna go online school but my parents said no. I can’t live without someone to talk to. But if I have to. I will. For everyone else’s sake.
My friend has been complaining about their life for the past couple of years and at times it feels like everything is unfair to them over and over again. I have been supportive and listen to them while they complain about what they are going through, but when I want to complain about my issue or try to change the topic they don’t get interested or upset when I do that. I’ve helped them at times but I don’t think they listen to my advice at all. I just want them to stop complaining for a while so we can enjoy talking to each other again without one of us getting upset about it. That’s all I want.
To those of you who told me I was overreacting about Trump, go read the EOs, also I got attacked just trying to buy groceries again. Just. Buying. Groceries. On top of that, my state just removed my protections and rights under the Civil Rights Act (intersex and trans- any fellow transfolk reading this, don't forget intersex people. Cis and trans. We're in just as much danger, being targeted just as much, include us in the resistance), so if that attack had resulted in severe bodily injury?
I've been trying to get help for awhile, years for many things not even just related to this (I have a lot going on- some of which I've shared in previous posts. Mainly my first one here), but no one wants to help me. I finally got ONE aid organization to, but they've gone radio silent after this development.
I guess I just need to not be alone, someone to tell me it's okay or to recommend me feasible help in my situation, just "fight or flee" won't help me. I'm disabled, chronically ill, poor and a trauma survivor otherwise. In hiding trying to escape DV that I only managed to get away from at age 22. It was my father, I'm so behind in life, and now I don't even get to live at all it feels like.
Before you're tempted to say I'm overreacting, put yourself in my shoes, then just ignore my post if you still feel like you can say it. Pretend I don't exist, but I also recommend you read the First They Came poem.
I didn't know which tag to use for this, sorry.
I typically use a diary to write this stuff, but I feel like I need to post this again somewhere it can be seen, but not easily by the person it's about.
I've been crushing on someone for a little while, and only last month was I able to make moves on her. Things seemed to be going well, but then flirting was met with offputting responses, but I was never told to stop, as many times as I asked about whether it was fine or not. We know what each other look like, she's really attractive and all I got was "you're not bad" or something. I forget. Used to it.
But the other night changed everything. It seemed she had never been interested from the start, and it only took her mentioning a guy she liked for all of it to really come out. Like, why not just tell me right away? "Hey anon, before you continue, I'm just not interested in you" or something would have been nice way sooner. But no, I get to hear how "this guy is so hot" and he makes her just so happy and stuff, he makes her feel seen (something I've been doing for her for a while) and I guess he's just better in every way.
I'm just not that guy. I hate not being that guy. It hurts a lot, I just want someone I like to like me back properly. I have my shit in order, but I guess that's the one thing I can never have.
Slightly offtopic, but anime goes around and shows how great love can really be, and yet, as one of the many viewers they're curated for, it's just not something I'm going to get myself.
So fuck love, I guess. I'm sick of it, and I'm sick of trying for people who only appreciate me because I'm there, and not because I'm who I am. I want to be more than just some guy. I want to be a girl's guy.
I am a 13 years old girl, i basically have some problems related to porn. I do not regularly access porn websites but sometimes i watch sex scenes in movies, commercials or series and masturbate watching it, and the problem is sometimes I ignore if the scene has a problematic context if I think is ignorable or i think its too late. I already passed through that dillema before but i feel this time is different, cause i have stopped watching stuff to masturbate, but 2 days ago i did again after months. I separated the times these things happened in categories that are what was the problem, If i was aware of it and why i did about it. 1st time: a commercial, the problem was it was sexist, i was aware but just didnt think about it. 2nd time: it was an ecchi anime, the problem was there was a problematic episode in it (not that one, that one was quite normal in my opinion) i was aware again and wasnt considering it at the moment again. 3rd time: a sex scene in a movie, the problem was the woman was cheating, o was aware but i just ignored it. 4th time: a porn anime, we know what kind of problems are in those, but i thought it was just me being to overthinker, so i ignored it. 5th time finally, the most recent, a sex scene in a movie, the problem was a selfish man who stopped caring once he came, i thought about it but i wasnt really insterested in him so i just pretended nothing was happening and focused on the woman. I dont think any of these situations changed the way i think, i still know its wrong, i just thought it was irrelevant enough to ignore. Thoughts?
I did post a story on this before, but it’s not showing up (gulp), so i’m doing it again. I’m not sure if this is the place where i’m supposed to post about this stuff but i have this issue. I like this tv show. A LOT. It’s been months (probably an understatement), where i can only really think about it. My mind turns everything into a reference, i’m always quoting it and i’m just constantly thinking about it. I’ve even caught myself embarrassing myself in class because the teacher called on me to answer a question which i didn’t know the answer to because i was thinking about that show.
Is this a normal thing or am i going crazy? My friends joke and say it’s like a hyper fixation, but i thought only neurodivergent people get those and im not diagnosed with anything. (At least i think it’s just neurodivergent people, im not sure. I haven’t really done much research so sorry if i sound stupid). I just need to know if other people have been through this and i’m not a weirdo for constantly thinking about it.
It’s really weird but for months now the only thing i’ve really been able to think about are just worries and this one show. I don’t know if this is the place to share this kind of stuff but i need to just say this. It feels like one of the only things i seem to talk about- everything is a reference. I keep catching myself in class not focusing because i’m thinking about the show and doodling the characters in my school books to help me understand the stuff. It’s mildly embarrassing now that i admit it, but it’s the truth. And it even MORE awkward since nobody i know irl likes it as much as i do.
I’m not sure why i can’t stop thinking about it. One of my friends suspects it’s like a hyper fixation, but i don’t think im neurodivergent. I don’t even know if hyper fixations are only for neurodivergent people (i haven’t done much research on it, sorry if i sound ignorant) but oh my goodness the show is EVERYWHERE. Is this just some sort of normal thing that happens? I mean, it’s not entirely bad, but i fear i’m annoying people around me with how much i like the show and i worry for my grades.