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I Never Realized How Abnormal My Suicidal Thoughts Were. It's frustrating whenever I hear an adult say something along the lines of "You have to tell others how you feel, only you know what you're thinking." That sounds like something completely unreasonable to be frustrated at, and I'm positive that for most people, the statement rings tru...
learning to be who i really am.. Hi, i just want to apologize ahead of time for any spelling errors. I am not a simple person. I beleive that no person truely is. There has been a lot of hardship and struggle in my short eighteen years on this earth, but they made me who i am and i appreciate every single thing that has h...
Growing Up in Addiction: My Story and How I Choose to Be Silent No More. We often wonder as we get older what our purpose is in life. We wonder after we walk across that stage and receive our diploma at the mere age of eighteen, what will we have to offer to this world, our legacy. We all remember those speeches or those essay questions about how we will change the world...
Learning to Ride a Bike. A Metaphor for Life Sometimes not even adults can learn to appreciate it, learning how to ride a bike. It’s just so simple isn’t it? You pick it up, you learn your balance, you get to your destination faster—some people enjoy the idea of even learning how to do tricks and stunts t...
Stuck in the Middle of a Collapsing Family. In all honesty, I cried a few times during the process of writing this. Writing about what happened to me as I grew into my later teen years is still a very difficult thing to do, seeing as the memories are still so fresh, but long story short the relatively simple and stable life that I had been li...
You Don't Hear the Bullet. The struggles of life aren’t always in black and white, and cliché’s aren’t always cliché. You know why they aren’t black and white though; do you even know what that term means? It means you can’t define a problem simply because it has a face value; like ...
Things Do Get Better. I've been in a long distance relationship for six months now. We've had a lot of trouble trying to keep up with everything emotionally (at least I have) and it's definitely been a struggle. I have found that there are many days where I don't know if it's honestly worth the e...
My name is Cory and have an interesting tale to tell for all those willing.. Hello. As the title suggests, my name is Cory, and I have an interesting life story to tell. This is sure to be quite long winded, so be weary of the fact. And before I begin, this is not a sob story nor a stunt for attention and swear to the story's authenticity (Pic proof can be available som...
I Guess I Can't Start Anew, Story Of My Life. I wanted to start a new entry, but all this would allow me to do was edit my old one. I guess that's life right? You can't really start fresh, just sort of rebuild on the crumbled yesterday's of your existence. I don't know how long I can make this, I don&#...
Feeling jealous of friends...once again.. My jealousy with my partner(s) has always been one thing but with my friends it's a whole other story. It's something that I feel I've had to work even harder at to hide because after all, they're "my girls", my confidants and supporters. The ones who were there for me when I was...
Venting A Little Bit. I have recently been in the feels about my dad, and I just thought it would help if I posted it.Chances are nobody will read this, so here we go. When I was just 6 months old, my dad and my mom got a divorce. I'm not some attention seeker, I understand that happens quite often in this modern...
I have no title for my fucked up life, so I'm just going to write it all down.. Well, let's start it off back when I was 6 years old. I really don't have any memories before then anyway. On December 12th, 1988, I was on my mom's lap while she was sitting on the stairs. Across from us, my dad was sitting on the loveseat watching TV. My brother-in-law was sitting o...
I wish to use the knowledge of my experiences to write a book about the traps of negativity. 2003, I was about to start third grade when my mother came home with bruises on one side of her face. My father didn't come home that night, but within a couple days my grandmother showed up with an SUV and loaded me, my sister (4 years my senior), and my mother into it along with our stuff. We...
living with critics aka (family). As a child I started to notice a few things that I would always think they were right but were wrong. My mother and father would always start arguing and it ended up with violence. I would always take my youngest sister to a safe place for comfort. As my mother would kick my father out from the hous...
My Step Daughter needs HELP!. Our family dynamic, recently has been changing. My husband and I are getting a long really great with my oldest SD, who is 13, but not my youngest. We have had ongoing problems with her for a very long time now. She is very sensitive to the point I think it's not normal. She hates coming to our...