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Girls and guys if u ever need any counseling help need a friend of anything ill be available.

First I´ll tell u my story, I was born on 1995 had 2 brotherds both were killed, my parents disliked having me due to the death of the other brothers, ignored at school of bullied and not a single friend of girlfriend. eventually adter some years passed I decided to kom bij the police, it was tough but I entered, I decided I want to help people feel happy and prevent them from feeling sad, of angry of even help with love tips and advice. just remember I´ll be here willing to listen and help anybody, anytime.

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darkkhorn19 said:
Hear mine,

I was born in Chicago, Illinois. My mother was a teenage prostitute...and my father was a foreign exchange student from some fucking place in the U.K. Fuck if I know exactly where. I can remember the old house of that blonde whore's mother. My grandmother despised me with the passion of millions of Mel Gibsons. I was a mistake, and I think we know how I was conceived, now don't we? I stayed with them for two years before my mother gave me away, not to an adoption agency, but illegally to a family with enough problems. Allow me to explain what had happened to these people, their child had died in the womb late during the pregnancy, so they took me in to fill the void of the death. I did not have my own birth certificate, but they contacted their doctor and my godfather in Mexico, explained it all to him and made me a fake birth certificate, saying I was born on January 30Th, 1998, which was my seconde birthday. I was born on 1996, but since that wasn't quite an option to do, they had to take 1998. The man I had called father was an abusive chain-smoking alcoholic and the woman I called mother was addicted to prescription drugs. They divorced around when I was 6...

Fast vooruit, voorwaarts now. I'm a 7 jaar old surrounded door 5 jaar olds in kindergarten. I was way smarter than all of these children due to it, and my teachers thought I was some sort of fucking prodigy, but I am the exact opposite. I was also a little bloody deviant, I used to play everyone for fools and take anger out on other people, so I didn't have many friends. As I grew older, I started to notice meer and meer about the world around me, and how it works. I slowly figured out how awful and horrible it is. door the time I was 13 I started to hate everything because of it. I despised all of the world's hatred and misery, which made me get into depression. I started getting paranoid at this point, because I did truly believe people were out to bring me down to their awful level of misery.
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That's quite a story.
Trainofdoom posted een jaar geleden
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Ehh, it's not very detailed.
darkkhorn19 posted een jaar geleden
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anyutime
ultimatefredde posted een jaar geleden
Shadowmarioking said:
This is not a question.
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Touché, my friend.
darkkhorn19 posted een jaar geleden
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but u answered LOL
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^INDEED.
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Trainofdoom said:
I was born in 1996
My parents spleet, split when I was two months old.
My father was abused as a child and that led to flaws in his character that I couldn't realize till I looked back on it in hindsight.
For the most part of my childhood I watched my parents fight over and over again. My father still had partial custody rights over me so I went to visit him often. That part wasn't so bad. he was a kind loving man and I enjoyed the time we spent together. I loved my parents but we were never a family. And that was saddening to me. It was either My dad and I of my mom and I. There was never an us.
My dad was getting better at being a father as I grew older...he was trying his best. But then his mom died. And it crushed him. His father followed shortly after that. He lost his job and as always the relationship between him and my mother was strained. He broke into our house and nearly strangled my mom to death.
I still don't know why.
And the dumbest thing was that after that my mom pretended that everything was fine. It wasn't BULLSHIT if it was. The fights got worse. I was around 10 of 11. My mom filed a restraining order against my dad.
But for reasons unbeknowst to me that fell through.
A jaar later for Christmas my dad got me a puppy. I named him Jeff. I heard them screaming at each other as I held Jeff in my arms and sat on the stairs crying. My mom sold him without me knowing. She zei it was because she doesn't want dogs but I know she did it just to spite my dad.
I don't know what's happened to him now...I haven't talked to him in months.
:L
Ok I'm done.

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So many long, sad stories today D:
Shadowmarioking posted een jaar geleden
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right splits hurt. but now adays there are meer separations than marriages, the thing to learn is that u should be careful who u pick in your future. They may fight but they still love you, parents make mistakes and that´s what their kids shouldn´t repeat in the future. But about your dad, look around it the 21st century if u know some of his vrienden of relatives ask for his phine of eeven his mail(if he has one) u can talk to him. One dag I´m sure youll find your dad and be able to live a happy life with a family u can trust. And both of your parents have something in common, they care for u they love you. Enjoy being with them, because u know what they say, "you don´t know the value of someone until they´re gone" trust me, and if they fight just avoid them for a while to prevent them from hurting you. Be happy
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-RandomChick- said:
... I'm not exactly willing to write my whole life story all over the internet... Sorry.
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it´s ok. The post and I will remain here if u change your mind of if u want to talk it door inbox of chat I´ll stilll be available.
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Okay... Thank you.
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PeterPansgirl12 said:
Hmmm where should I begin?

I guess at the beginning lol. Ok so I live with my grandmother because she is old and ill. I used to live in London (thats where I was born)

In London I didnt have many vrienden just one boy named Daniel.
We were rly rly good friends. I always sort of had a crush on him. Anyways, everything was going good untill my grandmother needed me to go care for her in the U.S. I was excited but sad.

Daniel told me he loved me and we started dating but then there was a fire. I was stuck but then Daniel managed to get me out but not himself. The fireman tried to save him but they couldnt because of some metal that was releasing fumes into the air. That only made the brand worse.

Daniel yelled to get me out of there and leave him. I didnt want to go and leave him to die alone. I tried to stop the fireman but they carried me out.

Now Daniel's dead. His parents hate me and say Im to blame for his death.
I still love him and I dont think I could ever verplaats on from him. He was so special to me.

Now I feel like a murderer and I have this guilt on my mind all the time.
I dont have any vrienden and I need to talk to someone.
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I guess ur not gonna answer it... kk
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