I got tired of how her (obviously awesome, no-rules) life sucked, and how she just wanted to end it now, so my reply was "becca, shut the f*** up about death, and how you just want to die" and of course she got mad and ignored me for several days, but I didn't really care. When she'd finally answered one of my video calls she had been crying, being the "nice" person I am, I asked her what's her problem. Her reply "nothing, it's just I hate life!" my reply "WHY WOULD HATE LIFE?!? YOU GET TO WEAR/SAY/DO WHATEVER YOU THINK MIGHT BE FUN" of course she kinda got mad a little and then said the cant tell me why she hated life. I asked her over and over and over but she wouldn't budge! Finally I gave up. And said goodbye. I called her the next day and we talked a little bit then I said "you still haven't told me". Her reply "told you what?" "why you hate life" I said seeing if she'd answer. "I already told you, I'm not going to tell you." she replied. I asked over and over and over. But she would not tell me. Finally I got mad and said "JUST TELL ME ALREADY. OR IM DONE TRYIG TO TOLERATE YOU...PERIOD..." she got upset then said she was getting bullied at school by these two girls, I knew that wasn't the reason they would only argue with her or "threaten" her but not serious threats or life-threatening threats. So I asked her again. And she finally said it. "fine!!, I hate life because of YOU"
My Grandfather is 67 and he has been battling cancer since August 2011. He has asked that if he is not better by September 2012 that he wanted the hospital to take him off chemotherapy. My Grandfather has leukemia, and nothing is working. The medicine effects him so bad that he turns on me, and I end up not feeling comfortable enough to stay longer than 15 minutes. Around January, he was getting very better. He was able to leave the house and take walks! But on the scale of 1-10 of his health at the moment, it's an 8. His life is at risk, and there is nothing I can do. -------- This story, really, it isn't... I don't know. Something is missing. The cancer reactions, all that, it's missing
And I guess I just forgot to put how we took the fact that he had incurable cancer, (if that's what you mean) I'll try to put more detail into it.
"I'm the one that tried to cut you out! But you're like a tumor that just won't go away!!" I said as I motioned scissors cutting paper with my hands "well you're just so rude to me and my boyfriend and I'm tired of it!!" she said as she got all upset then ended the call. After that she ignored me for a few days, and I will admit that I was agervated by it! And yes I was rude, but only because she would tell me everyday about how she knows what love is and how all her friends agree that her and her boyfriend are in love. And all I wanted to say was "GO FUCK YOURSELF. YOU'RE ONLY 13!!!. I DON'T EVEN LIKE YOU!!" (I still don't know why we get along) But I didn't because I was trying to be "nice" and yet I'm still the bad person "*sigh* when will we leave each others lives?!? The world may never know" I thought silently. After that fight she had turned my sisters and other friends against me because they wouldn't get to come here if mum knew about the fight it went a few days with no word from her, it was deffinitely a new feeling, I think I like it. Not to be rude, But she's added the drama to my life, not saying it wouldn't be dramatic without, but it'd be better for both of us if we never spoke again. Just saying.
When you said my story is better than yours I doubted it, so I searched for your story I don't think it's that bad it's original
All through mom getting cancer and grandpa getting cancer and all this shit we've been going through. I have yet to properly introduce myself My name is cam, I'm about 5'3 (short, I know) with blue/green eyes, blond hair at about 7/8 inches from a pony tail and I'm 14. Becca being just 3 months younger She was 13 going on 21. More mature, more pretty (she even said it to my face), less dramatic (so she claimed). Here's a few things that made Becca "better than me" (or so we both thought) 1. She's prettier. 2. She can date before me. 3. She gets whatever she wants. 4. She already had an iPad, iPod. touch and a brand new laptop (aka #3). 5. She had a slight bigger "rack" than me (I know, I was blind). And she wasn't afraid to "voice her opinion" and by that I mean telling me she's prettier. Quite a few times. And she hadn't Complimented me but three times in my whole entire life And that didn't exactly put my self-confidence and self-esteem on an elevator and click the highest floor. So you can imagine what I felt like around her. Of course forgetting about that and having fun but it still didn't help. Especially when you'd look at her pictures of Herself and she could take tons of herself and me? Oh I couldn't even smile for a family picture, much less take pictures of myself. That is one of many things I was jealous of. But that doesn't matter because it wasn't just her that did that to me. Her family would build her up and tell her she's "so pretty" while my family didn't feel the need to fill my head with lies or even tell me the truth. Not blaming them, they just didn't focus the world around me, just to say I was pretty. But it did affect me.
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Still not really having word from becca, I decided to go talk to Michael. (a guy friend of both of ours). Me: Hi. Him: hi. Me: you're mad at me?! Him: no?. Him: who said I was?. Me: Cali. Me: she said everyone was mad at me because I got In a fight with becca. Him: oh....well I'm not mad at you. Me: oh...ok Me: well I gtg. Bye Him: bye. That was kinda pointless. But I know that he's not mad at me......so maybe it's just Cali......oh well. I went up to my room and collapsed onto the bed. Now bored, not knowing what to do. I didn't have Becky's love life and how her friend is in love with this guy but kinda likes the way this guy smiles so she's gonna make a move on him even though the other guy is her boyfriend. Like seriously?!. Whatever I'd created the ability to sorta listen but not really pay attention. Even tho that made my life more interesting. Whatever.