I have a great family. Mom is the most caring person I know (can con her way out of any bill or trouble she or anyone else is in haha), Dad is hilarious. Literally, never doesn’t make a joke. Older sister is the baby of the family which we all laugh about.
If they died though, I guess I wouldn’t really miss them. If one of my Parents died id be more concerned about money issues than I would be concerned about the fact that my Parent is dead.
If I had to choose a life with just my family or just my friends, I pick my friends in a heartbeat. does this make me a bad daughter?
It may be fucked up, but when the insanity of life catches up to me, it somehow comforts me to know that we’re just specks on a rock in the universe, and in the grand scheme of things, nothing we do matters. It takes off some of the pressure.
Hi. I’m 25, I work in the science field, I have a promising career, great friends, and a lot of debt. Twister is, I am an addict. I’ve been abusing pain pills and a little heroin for the last five years. I made it through college, with plenty of depressing episodes. You can’t imagine the pain that an addict feels when he is coming down. I recently did my last detox (or so I claim). It’s a pain that radiates from your bones, you would do anything, kill anything, steal anything just to be free from the pain. Imagine mid-evil torture and that’s about what it feels like. I would beat my own arms and legs against things just so I could ignore the pain in my bones for a few minutes. My best friend has a great job too, and he’s an alcoholic. I love him dearly but we couldn’t be different and couldn’t ever understand each other’s pain.
[note: this entry was spoken by a young pre-school girl and transcribed by her father]
Hi! My name is Mirabel and I have a tale to tell. The boys in my preschool, when I went outside, they got me and banged me up to the fence and then they rubbed my face in the snow. Thanks for listening to my story.
My husband of 19 years divorced me because of another woman. I miss him, I still love him. He is not with the other woman but I guess he does not want to be with me. My life changed over night, I lost everything.
As I saw you sitting here with a sign asking to share my story, it hit me. I wish I lived a more interesting life. Well, everyone wishes that, don’t they? You, reading this, are probably wishing that too. What have I done? Who will I become?
I’ve become a friend, a lover, a sister, and a daughter. One day, you will know me. I dream to live. I live to change lives. I’ve known too many people who have chosen to end their lives and I wish to change that. I’m quiet, but I will talk to anyone who stops to say hello. Spread the smiles and bring hope to all those who are lost. If you see me, I hope I can change you.
I had my first one night stand the other night. He was funny, passionate, ambitious, and beautiful. I was smitten and didn’t say no.
He hasn’t called. I haven’t moved on. If I could go back, I’d do it again.
Why did I let myself be fucked?
I am just learning to be the man I’ve always wanted to be. I’ve been a heroin addict for three years and went to rehab 70 days ago. I am living in a half way house and go to meetings and groups every day. I am learning to stop my people-pleasing behaviors and learn to be assertive. I am growing and trying to stay patient, humble, and tolerant. I am starting to love myself and only think in the present. Just for today. When I think about all that I’ve been through, I start to realize I don’t need to ever use again. Today, I live with no fear, being honest with myself and others, one day at a time.