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Well a life of being me is really harsh. Sometimes i kick around the floor head in my hands thinking i wish it all would end. Then there are the happy times.
Basically i am another troubled youngster.
I live in a house with my two sisters my older brother and my mum and dad. I have no bedroom, so i sleep in my living room. People walk through every five minutes, so i have no privacy, my stuff is all over the place and i am always nagged at to tidy it up.
My mother will always scream and shout about anything. It is a pity really because she is a really nice woman but i have lost count of the amount of times she has gone off on one just because there is "water splashes on the bathroom mirror".
My dad is ok. He tries to interact with me and to show his effection but he has bad timing and usualy comes to see me when i am really upset. Sometimes this can hlep but most of the time it just makes me feel worse.
I haven't spoke to my brother in over a year and it looks like we will never talk again. What a waste, i know and a ral pity as well. I can remember the great times when we would play multi player Perfect Dark and we would laugh and joke and really have a great time. But that is all gone and i really miss it.
My sisters are highly annoying and usualy either break my things or get me so mad i start to smash things up.
Some of my friends decide it is fun to always use me as their comic relief and it is really depressing how i am always pushed around and looked down upon and generally ridiculed.
School is hard at the moment. I have about 4 courseworks which are now late and i am constantly being told i am under achieving. GCSE's are starting in just a matter of weeks and i still have not started to revise.
But then again lets look on the bright side.
I have some really great friends on these forums and out there in the town i live. I am lucky enoguh to be fed and to actually have somewhere to live. There are people that care for me even thoguh i don't feel they do.
But I still can't help letting it drag me down. . .
Basically i am another troubled youngster.
I live in a house with my two sisters my older brother and my mum and dad. I have no bedroom, so i sleep in my living room. People walk through every five minutes, so i have no privacy, my stuff is all over the place and i am always nagged at to tidy it up.
My mother will always scream and shout about anything. It is a pity really because she is a really nice woman but i have lost count of the amount of times she has gone off on one just because there is "water splashes on the bathroom mirror".
My dad is ok. He tries to interact with me and to show his effection but he has bad timing and usualy comes to see me when i am really upset. Sometimes this can hlep but most of the time it just makes me feel worse.
I haven't spoke to my brother in over a year and it looks like we will never talk again. What a waste, i know and a ral pity as well. I can remember the great times when we would play multi player Perfect Dark and we would laugh and joke and really have a great time. But that is all gone and i really miss it.
My sisters are highly annoying and usualy either break my things or get me so mad i start to smash things up.
Some of my friends decide it is fun to always use me as their comic relief and it is really depressing how i am always pushed around and looked down upon and generally ridiculed.
School is hard at the moment. I have about 4 courseworks which are now late and i am constantly being told i am under achieving. GCSE's are starting in just a matter of weeks and i still have not started to revise.
But then again lets look on the bright side.
I have some really great friends on these forums and out there in the town i live. I am lucky enoguh to be fed and to actually have somewhere to live. There are people that care for me even thoguh i don't feel they do.
But I still can't help letting it drag me down. . .
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cookie monster wrote:
> You dont have your own bedroom?
NAs it says no I don't. My brother kicked me out of out shared bedroom Christmas 2001. What a great Christmas present that was :-(
> You dont have your own bedroom?
NAs it says no I don't. My brother kicked me out of out shared bedroom Christmas 2001. What a great Christmas present that was :-(
You dont have your own bedroom?
Thats quite disturbing.
Thats quite disturbing.
This was not written for sympathy by the way. It was written so . . .
A. I could express my thoughts and feelings
B. I could get some advice
C. It always looks better when something is written down
D. Because i am an open person i like to tell people how i feel and how i am.
A. I could express my thoughts and feelings
B. I could get some advice
C. It always looks better when something is written down
D. Because i am an open person i like to tell people how i feel and how i am.
oh dear god was a good start. and if you are this troubled then find free counceling.
your tagline: 'youre having a laugh'... well evidently you are not, unfortunately.
your tagline: 'youre having a laugh'... well evidently you are not, unfortunately.
Oh dear god, there must be something better in your life than just random people on the net you have never met and most likely never will meet. In PSE we get told of people that commit suicide or become alcoholics for enduring much less. If i were you I'd seek out consuling or some crud before you go phsyco on everyone.
Well a life of being me is really harsh. Sometimes i kick around the floor head in my hands thinking i wish it all would end. Then there are the happy times.
Basically i am another troubled youngster.
I live in a house with my two sisters my older brother and my mum and dad. I have no bedroom, so i sleep in my living room. People walk through every five minutes, so i have no privacy, my stuff is all over the place and i am always nagged at to tidy it up.
My mother will always scream and shout about anything. It is a pity really because she is a really nice woman but i have lost count of the amount of times she has gone off on one just because there is "water splashes on the bathroom mirror".
My dad is ok. He tries to interact with me and to show his effection but he has bad timing and usualy comes to see me when i am really upset. Sometimes this can hlep but most of the time it just makes me feel worse.
I haven't spoke to my brother in over a year and it looks like we will never talk again. What a waste, i know and a ral pity as well. I can remember the great times when we would play multi player Perfect Dark and we would laugh and joke and really have a great time. But that is all gone and i really miss it.
My sisters are highly annoying and usualy either break my things or get me so mad i start to smash things up.
Some of my friends decide it is fun to always use me as their comic relief and it is really depressing how i am always pushed around and looked down upon and generally ridiculed.
School is hard at the moment. I have about 4 courseworks which are now late and i am constantly being told i am under achieving. GCSE's are starting in just a matter of weeks and i still have not started to revise.
But then again lets look on the bright side.
I have some really great friends on these forums and out there in the town i live. I am lucky enoguh to be fed and to actually have somewhere to live. There are people that care for me even thoguh i don't feel they do.
But I still can't help letting it drag me down. . .
Basically i am another troubled youngster.
I live in a house with my two sisters my older brother and my mum and dad. I have no bedroom, so i sleep in my living room. People walk through every five minutes, so i have no privacy, my stuff is all over the place and i am always nagged at to tidy it up.
My mother will always scream and shout about anything. It is a pity really because she is a really nice woman but i have lost count of the amount of times she has gone off on one just because there is "water splashes on the bathroom mirror".
My dad is ok. He tries to interact with me and to show his effection but he has bad timing and usualy comes to see me when i am really upset. Sometimes this can hlep but most of the time it just makes me feel worse.
I haven't spoke to my brother in over a year and it looks like we will never talk again. What a waste, i know and a ral pity as well. I can remember the great times when we would play multi player Perfect Dark and we would laugh and joke and really have a great time. But that is all gone and i really miss it.
My sisters are highly annoying and usualy either break my things or get me so mad i start to smash things up.
Some of my friends decide it is fun to always use me as their comic relief and it is really depressing how i am always pushed around and looked down upon and generally ridiculed.
School is hard at the moment. I have about 4 courseworks which are now late and i am constantly being told i am under achieving. GCSE's are starting in just a matter of weeks and i still have not started to revise.
But then again lets look on the bright side.
I have some really great friends on these forums and out there in the town i live. I am lucky enoguh to be fed and to actually have somewhere to live. There are people that care for me even thoguh i don't feel they do.
But I still can't help letting it drag me down. . .
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