Showing sad stories for tag "depression"

Broken Up

Xyla Baites

20 Aug, 2013 01:24 AM

I remember a boy. I remember a boy with bright blue eyes rimmed with dark, heavy eyelashes. I remember a boy with feathery kisses and soothing hands. I remember another boy. I remember me. I remember my sparkling green eyes and plump lips. I remember my flaws and faults. I remember my willingness. "God, you're so gay," he'd whisper teasingly in between kisses. "Yeah, gay for you," I'd reply, breathless from the work his hands were doing underneath the covers. He solved my problems, my secret anger management issues. He'd stroke my back calmly and whisper in my ear how much he loved me until my breathing evened out. He made sure I wouldn't hit anyone else with no reason. And because I loved him, oh-so-deeply with my heart attached to his, I obeyed. I behaved myself and ignored what others said, even if they tried to provoke me. All... [Read More]

Tags: Remember, Death, Depression, Love, Murder, Sad, Memories
Votes: -3
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My Life Story

Sarah S

31 Mar, 2013 03:31 AM

I am 16 years old, in grade 11, and my life is messed up. It all started when I was in grade 7, when I moved back to my home town (where grown up). I was just a kid loving life, with no problems, have great friends, and just amazing life. But in grade 7, I started getting picked on. I started getting called names like fat, ugly, waste of space, etc. I honestly hated the names, I hated my life. I didn't understand why people started acting like that to me. In grade 8, last year in education school and the name calling and bulling is still going on. I never told my mom, or the teacher because I thought the name calling will get worst so I left it to myself. About half way in grade 8, I started getting stressed out, and mad at myself. I started... [Read More]

Tags: Sad, Depression, Boyfriend, Life, Love, Live, Cut, Self-harm, Scars, Memories, Confused, Missing
Votes: 5
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Not a happy endidng

Joana Valencia

21 Mar, 2013 08:07 PM

Well, like most of you guys know, all fairy tales have a happy ending, right? With their prince and castle and all that. But my story does not have a happy ending, it's just the opposite. By the way, it is a real story, my story. Hope you enjoy it! It was the beginning of my freshman year-I only knew 3 people by that time-and he was staring at me. I didn't know his name, but I liked the way he was looking at me, because no one had looked at me that was before, I was happy. At the end of class, he came up to me and asked my name. I was shocked, but at the end I gave him my name, phone number, and e-mail. He did the same. After school he did something I did not expect. He was waiting for me at the parking lot... [Read More]

Tags: Sad Love, Death, Depression, True Story, Love, Sad, Pain, Memories
Votes: 10
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First funeral

Raven

06 Mar, 2013 02:27 AM

Recently I went to my grandfather's funeral. He was 97 years old, and he was hospitalized a few weeks before death. He had 5 daughters, one of which is my mom, whom I love very much, of course. He had some gallbladder problem or something and was dehydrated when my aunts admitted him to the hospital. He got a bit worse, then got better, and began recovering. I saw him while he was recovering once, and he said his signature line, "Long time no see!" in raspy English. (my family is Chinese-cantonese, and all the adults in both sides of my family came from China.) He seemed to be getting better when I saw him, and I told him that he'd made it this far, he'd definitely get better. He shook his head and whispered in Cantonese, "No use." I almost cried then, but my mom had been there for... [Read More]

Tags: Death, Pain, Funeral, Sadness, Depression, Hospice, Hospitals, Tradition, Tradgedy
Votes: 2
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I'm lost...

Purple Shadow

29 Jan, 2013 02:16 PM

Happiness wasn't meant for me...I hate my life and I didn't want to hate myself,but I ended up like that,anyway. My mother moved far away because of her job and now I live with my father, who is nuts. Seriously,he needs to go see a psychologist or something!!! He has a very serious problem with his nerves. But I have a serious problem,too...I am bipolar and I have depression. But I can't help it...What would YOU do if your life sucked like mine does? Yes,you heard me:my life sucks. HARD...Every day I hear these cheerful people say that they love everything and that if I want my life to change, I should be grateful for some things... But how can I be grateful when THERE'S NOTHING to be grateful for? My life isn't satisfying at all. I'm ugly as hell, unpopular, a complete idiot and so lazy that I can't... [Read More]

Tags: Life, Comfort, Lost, Sad, Alone, Depression
Votes: 8
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My Life Story

Zak Keller

28 Jan, 2013 05:21 PM

My life never was too good or easy or what you have. When I was 4 years old I lived on long island, had friends that actually gave a crap about me. But it wasn't always sunshine, that was when I watched my mother be abused day after day. Then in less than a year me and my mom moved to Pennsylvania I was glad I never had to watch it again but I was so depressed coz I lost all my friends. I guess you can say I moved on but I still miss them. After we moved here I joined school, it was kindergarten and I was starting to make friends. I was happy, but I didn't notice how cruel I was being to kids who were my friends. I would bully them and now I feel horrible but there's nothing I can do you know? In first... [Read More]

Tags: Depression, Cutting, Life, Hate, Bullying, Unloved, Family, Alone
Votes: 8
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In loving memory of dad.

Melissa

27 Jan, 2013 01:42 AM

When I was 14 weeks old, my mom left me. My dad took care of me and he's only one in my family that I've been so close to for so many years until I was 7 years old, he died in boat accident then my aunt decided to adopted me.. I was really depressed for 10 years. I was so heartbroken. I wanted to die so badly, I hurt/cut myself almost everyday. I was in big trouble everyday at school. I refuse to work too hard in school and I had bad grades. I wasn't myself at all because I was in deep depression. My family, friends, and staffs at school was very sick worried about me so they decided to sent me to mental hospital for few days. I wasn't happy at all, I don't like my life today. I wanted to go back to my old life.... [Read More]

Tags: Death, Love, Sad, Depression, Successful, Memories, Father, Sadness
Votes: 5
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The 'Happy' Girl

Samantha

26 Jan, 2013 05:52 AM

People always ask me what's going on in my head. It's not necessarily a bad thing, they say it jokingly for the fact that I'm always smiling, and acting crazy. Some people actually dare to believe that smile. But what's really going on in my head? You wouldn't understand. It's empty. That girl on the outside that could make you burst out into a fit of laughter with one sentence is the one who is slowly tearing herself apart on the inside. If you were to read my mind it'd be filled with dark colors, lonely souls, and song lyrics. Yeah, I know, it's quiet in there with just some faint background music. But it makes me content. Music is the only thing keeping me on this earth everyday. And with the help of God, I know I'll be able to overcome this hatred toward myself. I just wish some... [Read More]

Tags: Music, Suicide, Lonely, Alone, Depression, Life
Votes: 6
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Bittersweet Love

Rikki

21 Jan, 2013 07:08 AM

My name is Rikki. I fell in love at 16 with a beautiful young woman named Alyssa. Here's our story. Some friends of mine decided we were going to meet some girls at the bowling alley. We did because one of my friends had a thing with one of the girls(Alyssa). As we walked up in the night to these three girls.. I fell in love at first site. We spent more time outside of the bowling alley just talking than we did inside bowling. At any chance I had, I would talk to her one on one. The night ends... I later find she is in my chemistry class. For one trimester I would glance from a distance.. the second trimester we became friends. We would tease each other and we started talking outside of school. The third trimester we sat by each other. About this time she was... [Read More]

Tags: Love, Breakup, Sad, Memories, Heartbroken, Depression
Votes: 8
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The love of a father

Tory

17 Jan, 2013 08:43 PM

She slowly pushed the blade in to her arm and pulled it down her, feeling the sting, feeling the sense of freedom from everything that had been in her head. There was the singular sharp, sweet sting as the blade sliced her skin. Not to deep but deep enough to make herself bleed, she whispered to herself, "It's just one cut. I'll be ok, just no more." She put the blade down and wiped the blood from the cut she had just made. She looked back down at the blade. "I need more," she thought. She picked the blade up and put it to her arm and made one more, and another and another. After she realized what she had done and how full her arm was of cuts. She cried and started wiping the blood from her arm. "Why did I do this to myself." She looked down at... [Read More]

Tags: Abuse, Love, Father, Family, Self Harm, Suicide, Death, Cutting, Depression
Votes: 7
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