Katze wrote:

kitty didn't come home, it gets worse and worse..

Maraiga wrote:

Katze wrote:

kitty didn't come home, it gets worse and worse..

Hope you find your cat.
I was already having the worst week of my life and now my kitten disappeared from home, I don't even know what to do anymore. I've tried to look for her everywhere and she's nowhere to be found, this never happened and now im even worse and worried for her. And I thought things couldn't go worse for me

Jordan wrote:

if you feel like your bf/gf want to do nothing with you it's because IT'S ACTUALLY LIKE THAT.
Fucking leave them before you end up like me.

Jordan wrote:

if you feel like your bf/gf want to do nothing with you it's because IT'S ACTUALLY LIKE THAT.
Fucking leave them before you end up like me.

Jordan wrote:

if you feel like your bf/gf want to do nothing with you it's because IT'S ACTUALLY LIKE THAT.
Fucking leave them before you end up like me.

Katze wrote:

kitty didn't come home, it gets worse and worse..

Katze wrote:

i hope you find yours too. your situation is 100% similar to mine. i'm sure your kitty comes back home, and so will mine,
just stay positive even if you really want to give up. remember, i don't know you but if you need somebody to talk, i'm here.

Blue Dragon wrote:

The fact that I simply can't make friends. It's always been a problem for me, I've never had IRL friends because people often think I'm that weird/annoying guy that is always alone. I'm not exactly an attention whore, but I feel very bad knowing that I have no one IRL I can trust and know that they're my friends.

Kyonko Hizara wrote:

Feeling like my bf wants nothing to do with me

MegaRevolution1 wrote:

Story time~

So, a couple days ago, I agreed to go to work with my dad. I hate it so much, but I was being offered $50 in return, enough for the MGS Legacy Collection I've been eyeing, so I agreed anyway.

Most of the reason why I hate working with him is because I usually get yelled at often about how my appearance is "embarrassing" and stuff, along with being overly criticized and treated like I'm f***ing mentally challenged for slightly messing something small up. Also, he works a self employed painter and stuff for home improvement, so most of the work is just pretty awful within itself.

Anyways, I had to wake up at 6 o'clock or he would leave without me, so the night before (yesterday night), I decided to sleep early for once, after having been up all night all summer and sleeping till noon (mostly to avoid time with my f***ing awful family). I end up falling asleep at about 11 o'clock, which was pretty impressive for me. And that's where my luck ended.

I woke up at 1 AM, only two hours later. Needless to say, I know I need this sleep, so I just lie there doing nothing. After just trying for an entire hour, I give up, realizing I won't be sleeping at all. As a result, I just talk to my friends on Skype and watched The Grey for the first time. It somehow managed to last me the night.

6AM shows up, and I decide to go downstairs, despite being tired. I needed the money, and I needed that collection, so I wasn't going to let a little lack of energy ruin that for me. My dad wakes up ten minutes later, and the first thing he does is make a really snide and rude comment assuming I didn't sleep. Despite being true, I didn't want to admit it. He was assuming I stayed up purposely and played games, when that's not the case (I have some insomnia issues). Though, I'm sure that him doing it would have been inevitable, whether I was down there or still in bed.

Anyways, getting ready, and he hands me this really dirty and torn up work shirt. Since I have a huge issue with showing any part of my stomach at all, I ask for one that doesn't have a gaping hole on the middle of it. He gives a really rude scoff, and then hands me another really dirty, but less torn shirt (there were still holes here and there, but not ones large enough to be revealing). Anyways, all done, and he throws a fit about my hair. He says that if I don't slick it back and tie it in a ponytail, he would leave me behind. Again, my need for money is triumphant. I just push my hair back and put the bottom in a ponytail while wearing a bandana to cover my forehead, and he still ends up complaining about how I "didn't do it right", causing me to waste another five minutes fixing my f***ing hair so he would stop b****ing. Not once did I break throughout that time.

Anyways, skip through some time, already met the guy, started working, blah blah blah, criticizing everything I do like he's Chef godda*n Ramsay, etc.

Anyways, to hurry this post/story up, I put up with the nasty attitude of his and everything from the time we arrive (7) till we left (4). On the way home, I ask if we could stop by the GameStop so I could pick up my game I earned (I worked non-stop throughout the time there).

His response?

"No".

Why did he say no? Because of my f***ing alholic, verbally abusive mother. She f***ing told him NOT to pay me, and doesn't even have the godda*n courtesy to explain WHY. But he will listen to her, because if he doesn't, she will f***ing scream and yell non-stop till she passes out during a drunken rampage.

And that's where I broke. I put up with working in a blazing hot house all day, being told how useless I am at stuff I have NO EXPERIENCE in, and tons of other bulls***, just so I can be denied my f***ing pay because my mom doesn't want me to get my money.

I f***ing despise this house and these people. This is but a small example on a huge list of s*** I deal with on a daily basis because of them. When I finally leave this he||hole, I am changing EVERYTHING so they can never talk to me ever again.

I'm sure they wouldn't mind, other than the fact they will lose their main punching bag.

Static Noise Bird wrote:

Let's just get together and hug, hug and hug.

Either way, to be on topic for once, even though I hate posting something that seems attention-seeking, not to even mention how much I hate admitting things; I kind of start hurting inside more and more daily (especially as we're getting close to school; reason incoming, keep reading), because I tell myself that I'm used to loneliness. I've even been telling myself, that being alone is actually better, and to stop trying, because hey, who needs friends, right? So yeah, I've realized, that I've already stopped trying. What makes me concerned, is that being alone might (and will) ruin my high school grades, which would ruin my chances to get a better/proper job, which would most likely ruin my life. Sure, I have one friend, but his good friend is coming to our school this year, in 5 days, and I can already smell the "haha you're neglected" in the air. So I'm running against a wall for two, three years, and then I realize, hey, getting friends would be the only reasonable option. But, I hate bothering people and admitting my problems, I'm socially nonexistent, and in general terribly shy and awkward, there's my main problems. Guess what "getting friends" stands for. I can't write it.

TL;DR: You didn't miss anything.

Aoriki wrote:

Finding out my pet parrot passed away last night...

Kyonko Hizara wrote:

Currently having a break down, nothing too abnormal

Katze wrote:

the whole situation in my life.. i want everything to be okay again

Kyonko Hizara wrote:

Currently having a break down, nothing too abnormal

Katze wrote:

the whole situation in my life.. i want everything to be okay again

Katze wrote:

tears of joy - kitty came back home <3

Katze wrote:

tears of joy - kitty came back home <3

Katze wrote:

tears of joy - kitty came back home <3