I get teased about crying. I don't cry in public unless it's about something I hate. Well not all the time. One time JUST ONE TIME. we got our immunizations at school and I freaked out and started crying before it started. When we went into the room they were giving shots THIS IS HOW IT HAPPENED. -sits in chair- Lady: do u like shots? Me:*scowls* no do u? Lady: -ignores me- takes shots *brings it close to my arm* me: AHHHHHCK *jumps up* -puts my back against the wLl- If any of u put that in me I will sue you! Lady:-ignores me- okay u have to calm down Me: do u think I'm trying u ass? Lady: no Me: can I leave? Lady: sit down your Holding up the line! U better sit down or we make u! Me: no Lady: we will have to kick u out. Me: u can't do that Lady: does that mean u will take the shots? Me: no I mean u can't kick me out cuz I'm leaving. *walks out the door* *tears stream down my face* -while I watch the people who hate me cuz there jealous of the new girl.- *still crying* -ignore people's stare and laughs-
*goes back to gym* -sits on bleachers- *cries* Igaly(code name for someone in my class): may are u okay? Me: go away Igaly: are u crying Me: go away! Igaly: ur such a wimp! Me: okay shut up now. Igaly: HAHA! u lameass! Me: *gets up* -slaps him across the face- Igaly: walks away It's not my fault I cry I have a huge problem I have Anxiety issues. Which makes me cry even when imnnot sad and depression. And ADHD. I can forget things but remember others forever. it's sad. But I'm sorry sky. I'm sorry for u and everything that happened. And I'm sorry for spamming.
Oh, right, I also have ADHD, and that caused me so many problems... Until I moved to Norway, and in the 6th grade I actually got it diagnosed and medicated... But the years before sucked, as anyone who has ADHD can probably tell you... I also had anger issues. That was fun.(sarcasm)
Hi. I know Your situations probably nakes you feel like **** and you just want it to be over. Well you can make it over. Not by cutting yourself. But you can always talk about it to someone, even us people from PiMD! Cause you know, no matter how crappy life may seem, have you thought about what if things could change? What if ten years from now you have loads of friends and are very successful? We can't sulk around and yeah, sometimes we feel that the whole world is over, but it's not. Six billion people in this world, and I'm pretty sure there's some true and decent people out there who won't care if you have a disease or anything, but they'll like you for YOU. But we can't find these people that easily. We also have to try. And maybe things will work out. Like me, when I read your post about how you jave dyslexia or ADHD, yeah I care but it didn't make you seem to me any less of a person. You didn't change r become an alien to me. So what if you got some differences? It doesn't mean that we should treat you differently. I mean, how would people feel if it was the other way around? I'm just saying that there are always true friends, all you have to do is find them. - I'm sorry for my very long comments
------------------------------------------------ Friday, December 16th, 2011: People have been pushing the limit. I am at the point where my dagger is in my hand ready to go through my hand. I have had enough. I'm done. I'm sick and tired of all this and I can't handle it anymore. I'm told I'm hated. I'm told I'm not loved. I'm bullied. And I'm ignored. Today again someone told me they wouldn't miss me if I died. Then they said, "Oh wait *haha* i'd laugh. You think your all that but your worthless." My life is gone. Skylar is not wanted. So me, Skylar, is now dead. ------------------------------------------------
Oh dear God... This is so sad... I feel so horribly bad for you... But I can't even begin to comprehend how so much emotional abuse could feel...
------------------------------------------------ A few weeks ago, I was hurt. Broken. Scared again. I went a little overboard. I stabbed the inside of my left thigh. There is a small hole now. A friend lied to me. Someone who I trusted with all of my secrets. I was backstabbed. Not just in the back but in the heart too. He broke me. I felt nothing anymore. I couldn't do anything with a shattered heart. He told me he wanted to leave me because I'm not important to him. He said, "I wouldn't miss you if you died." Over the summer, I moved far away from my town I grew to love. He was the only thing that made me happy when I moved to my new town. When he told me that, I had no hope anymore. I had nothing. I locked myself in my bathroom and slid to the floor. Tears rolled down my face. I took my knife, rolled up my shorts, and stabbed myself. ------------------------------------------------ I know I'm stupid. I don't need you to tell me that. I'm just telling you guys my story because I have cut myself tons of times from being bullied because I am different and not accepted or loved.
Don't hurt yourself...please. I may not really know you, but I know people who planned to commit suicide and I just told them what I just said. And now they are doing better and things are starting to look up.