Tell me your story...

[Yakkety]

Yeah I know we have the Red Carpet sub forum, but no one in there really tells a lot about themselves, with this thread, I would like everyone to introduce themselves in a proper way, with lots of details and perhaps a few paragraphs, to let us get to know each other better :D

So I'll start off here, this is my story :


My name is Yahya Yildiz, I'm an 18 year old dude, I'm Turkish but I live in Holland, I was born in Amsterdam...

My nickname in both reallife and on the internet is Yakkety, here's a short story about how I got that name :

Back when I was a wee little kid, abut 10 years old or so, there was this kids show on TV called Yakkety Yak, with a talking yak and pineapple, my friends in elementary school couldn't pronounce my real name correct, because well, its Turkish and I have yet to find a non-Turkish person that can pronounce my name right in the first try :P

So yeah, they decided to call me Yakkety because it was easy to pronounce and memorize, and from then on, my nickname was Yakkety, nowadays everyone calls me Yak or Yakkie, only some Turkish friends call me Yahya, but my family, they all call me Yahya as they know how to pronounce it...

Ok, lets go on now, my hobbies are watching anime, gaming, listening to music, well, music is more of a lifestyle for me, I have yet to encounter 1 day where I didn't listen to music for at least 5 hours, uhm, I also love Visual Novels...

I am a metalhead, I listen to all sorts of metal but I also love techno, trance and hardcore... People think I'm a satanist because of how I look like, well, I have emo hair, I always wear black, I have a black trench coat and I smoke, but in reality, I am actually the most sensitive and emotional guy they'd ever know, you see, we all know about those badass guys who hang out with lots of girls right? The guys that all are so ''cool'', the bad guys who always get the best girls? Yeah, I'm quite the opposite from that, I feel comfortable around girls, but I dont go around and start fucking all of them, no, I'm not a badass/idiot like that, I'm more of a big brother for girls, all the girls love me, they can just talk normally with me, whenever someone has a problem, be it with family, school or relations, they go to talk with me, because I'm a sensitive guy and know what girls really need, this must also be the reason why I cockblock myself way too much, when I like a girl, but another guy likes her too, I try not to get too close to the girl, so that the other guy can have a chance, just for the greater good of that guy, so he can be happy, and so that also the girl can be happy, but I'm okay with that, I am happy too when I see that I made others happy, I'll just wait for true love, whenever it may come :')

I love horror movies, but I also enjoy me some (romantic) comedies, as I said before, I'm a very sensitive man so I always have to cry with dramatic things or happy endings...

Errr, what else, my MSN is dead.yak@live.nl, my facebook is right here , and thats about it, a summary of who I am ;)


Hows about you guys...?

[Johannez691]

My name is Johannes Krusensten. I'm 18 years old and I live in Sweden. I was adopted from Romania in the age of one. And since the orphanages there aren't good I now have autism. When I came to Sweden I was very very close to die cause I was very thin and everything. It took months to get me back on feet. I had very hard with eye contact and tuching when I was small. And I was afraid of rooms with white wall I've heard cause they looked like the walls at the orphanage. I don't remember anything from the orphanage, but seems like my brain does, cause i can easily protecty myself with my hands if someone moves his arm, It's a reflex if someone would hit me.

I mostly listen to House music. I love the genre and I make mioxtapes of it myself. Other hobbies are soccer. My favorite team is the Swedish team called GAIS.I'm also kinda sensitive and barely take any risks. I'm kinda coward actually. I'm probably the world's kindest guy, even thought I can easily make jokes I shouldn't.

Well, that's my story.

[Raver]

Hi, I'm Raver. Bye.

[Kestrel0907]

Hi, I'm Raver. Bye.

Best story ever. xD

[Yakkety]

My name is Johannes Krusensten. I'm 18 years old and I live in Sweden. I was adopted from Romania in the age of one. And since the orphanages there aren't good I now have autism. When I came to Sweden I was very very close to die cause I was very thin and everything. It took months to get me back on feet. I had very hard with eye contact and tuching when I was small. And I was afraid of rooms with white wall I've heard cause they looked like the walls at the orphanage. I don't remember anything from the orphanage, but seems like my brain does, cause i can easily protecty myself with my hands if someone moves his arm, It's a reflex if someone would hit me.

I mostly listen to House music. I love the genre and I make mioxtapes of it myself. Other hobbies are soccer. My favorite team is the Swedish team called GAIS.I'm also kinda sensitive and barely take any risks. I'm kinda coward actually. I'm probably the world's kindest guy, even thought I can easily make jokes I shouldn't.

Well, that's my story.

Touching story.

Hi, I'm Raver. Bye.

Seriously..?

[TheNekoUmi]

No new replies yet? then here i come:
My name's Marisa,live in sweden,from thailand/50% American,my bday is on the 10th of june & I'm currently 12 yrs old.
My dad(american part of me) passed in december 2010 the day b4 his birthday, he was rly old thou, sad day for my mom :/ & now i've got my aunt pestering me whenever she's home visiting from china :P
I'm an Otaku,cosplayer,utuber,furry & gamer kind of >:3 /minecraft & stuff =w=;
I'm Bisexual.. I think? O.o i dunno maybe i'm gay now xD i wuvs one of my classmates >w<' y she so cute?
My first idol was cascade when i was rly small & when i was 9-10 i found my fave songs by her again, oh memories TuT.Then around 10-11 i stopped listening to pop & all of those popular genres totally, even started to hate them xD.
I'm a total technorocker, I really just listen to techno/trance/dance/hardcore/speedcore etc etc etc,(4EVER nightcore fan thou) I've been drawing for less than 3 years & i have a GIANT goal to become a well-known anime artist in sweden, almost like Sayori neko works X3 (she's an H-artist too so be careful O .O;)

I like RAINBOWS & shizzle.. so uhm not much more to say, well alot more but who cares really here's a picture of me from yesterday (facebook) http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set= ... =3&theater
People think i'm 16, seriusly, WUT, no but nvm lol ^^ that is all, be my friend on fb i u want to, always nice to meet new people, i love meh internetz friends X3

[Yakkety]

You are a young one o.O

Cool...

[Moonightcore]

didn't know about this topic, guess I'll post too!
I don't like my name, so I never share it... so ppl call me Mooni or Minnoa.
I'm from Spain, although I've spend most part of my life in Estonia, currently, I'm living in Spain.
I like types of music, but my favourites are Trance and Electropop.
I also like ice-cream :3 and I wish I could be a DJ

And my life is boring <.<

[appler]

Cool topic yakkety.

My name's donovin, im 15, i live in Alberta Canada. I am a EX-hacker who uses his unique skill set for good (i want to be a IT security professional) Some of the proggraming languages i know are: PHP, Python, C++, C, C#, Ruby, Python(along with boo which is a mix of C++ java and python), Java, and the android SDK(which is java).

I came here a while back after hearing the original groups music which i loved and have helped out in the background for a while now which is why i am the fourms newest moderator. My favorite music genres are kindda odd i like Proggrive house, nightcore, trance, dance, melodic deathcore, rap-rock, screamo, and Electro house..

My passion and favorite pastimes are playing games or coding when I am on my computer and pretty well computers in general .I also am into photography which is why i opened a thread with some of the pictures i have taken(which i really need to update more often XD)

I try to help everyone i can, which is why my sig has "If you need any computer help feel free to open a ticket or send me a PM"

Also if my spelling is horrible it means im at school on my phone.

If you have any problems with me please send me a PM stating why and ill see if i can work them out with you.

[Challokas]

Oh my.

removed

[appler]

Oh my.

Name's Adrian, 18. I was born and still live in Canada. Father's side of the family is from Europe, my Grandfather escaped overseas during WWII (hellish period of time) and my grandmother gave birth to my uncle while traveling. Mother's side is from England.

Anyways, onto me. Born and raised in a middle-class family. Gifted. Well, I WAS until I was 10. That's where my life just spiraled downwards.

I had many friends, I was considered popular, and my grades were excellent. What more could you ask of a child? All through school until grade 5 I was the model student in every class. Then during the summer I went with my family on a camping trip. I absolutely ADORED camping. I loved the noise, the ambiance of the forests...
Anyways, fast forward 5 months from that trip, I start acting weird. I'm sleeping 15 hours a day, eating almost nothing, and constant headaches among a slew of other tiny things. Nobody really found it odd, I'm a growing boy and I was a little tubby so maybe my body was just using the fat? The sleeping explains itself, most children around that age start sleeping more and more until after the teen years. Headaches? Growing pains.

Anyways. Fast forward to my 11th birthday. Friends over, having a blast. I suddenly feel exhausted, go to sleep. Mind you it was about 9pm. Wake up, friends go home. Not even 4 minutes later I'm watching tv in my family room and go into a seizure. Like full on body rocking seizure.

Parents call ambulance and I'm rushed to the hospital. They are told I'm a very very rare case. I have something extremely horrible.

Above link TLDR;
Approximately 1 in 500,000 get it a year
Severe viral infection of the central nervous system
Rapid death in 70% of affected individuals
Survivors suffer severe neurological damage
When treated, still fatal in 1/3 of the cases
Causes long term neurological damage in half of the 2/3 of the survivors
20% recover with minimal damage
Only 2.5% of the survivors regain normal brain function

Cue one month later. I wake up out of my coma. Surgery done. Nobody in my room. Fall back asleep. So begins my 4 month hospital stay. As I recover, I'm told what I said above. I was more or less brain dead for a month.
Imagine telling a 11 year old how close he was to dying. It's not fun.

Anyway, moving on to me leaving the hospital. I need to have an intravenous (IV) of a certain medicine to fight off any remaining bacteria in my system to prevent a relapse. I also am required to get 3 needles a day, every day for a month in my wrist.

I eventually go back to school after a 5 and a half month absence. I was expecting all my friends to greet me and cheer me up.

Nope. I was an outcast. The other children were afraid of me being contagious.

Move onto my IV being removed a month later. I go back to school and try to talk to my friends. "Hopefully they won't think I'm contagious anymore!"

Wrong. Still shunned. But now bullied. All of my "friends" insult me. My "friends" literally pushed me down a flight of stairs at one point. I was beaten and abused.

Now, let me talk a little of my home life. My dad at that point had always expected me to excel. To be a genius like I always was. Unfortunately, I did suffer a little damage. I was no longer gifted but rather slightly slow in learning. You'd think he would understand. Oh no. He would look at my homework which I had spent an hour doing.

"This question is done wrong."
"It is? Where?"
"Here."
"Ok, let me fix it-"
"NO. REDO IT"

I'm not joking. This is what he did to me. I had to redo an hour of homework MINIMUM every night. With him yelling at me for being "incompetent".
Those odd times I grabbed it from him because I didn't want to redo it? I'd get a hard smack on the back of my head, usually strong enough to throw my face down onto the wooden table.
I would cry. Often. Nobody was there to wipe my tears. I had no friends to rely on or talk to. My dad was a prick and my mom didn't want him screaming at everyone so she stayed out of it.

After grade 6, my parents switched me out of that school due to excessive bullying in and out of school (due to bullies, not my father).

Nothing changed. I was still bullied. In the winter, I would be thrown into a snow pile and pummeled with snowballs or snow kicked onto my face. I knew people could see, as this was always done on the soccer field directly next to the school, in plain view of at least 16 windows and every single person on the playground. Nobody helped me or said anything.

Also found out that my childhood friend who I hadn't seen in about 3 years was hit by a car and died.

Grade 8. I'm 13. The year I thought everything was going right.
I managed to get a girlfriend near the end of the school year. My first one. I met her walking home one day. She was so nice...we spent lots of time together, and we only lived 2 blocks from each other.
We were together for about 4 months. Cue me going into high school. I make a couple of friends, one of them being a really charismatic guy who I shall name Will. Now, Will was a great guy. Me and him hung out whenever I couldn't be with my girlfriend (who was a year older and in a different high school only 15 minutes away). One day, me and him were walking to my place and I decided to go visit my girlfriend with him. Might as well introduce my girlfriend and my best friend right?

Wrong. So, So wrong.

They hit it off, talking a lot. Leaving me to play Halo while they chatted it up. Me and Will leave, he has to go home (we were there waaaay longer than expected). I say bye, give my girlfriend a hug and kiss, Will a wave, and off I went.

I later found out they planned that.

The same night, my girlfriend calls me saying "Things really aren't working... It's not you, it's me. I'm just not ready for a relationship now."

All my sads. At home teary-eyed. Text Will to get some support, me and him have a nice talk about I'll find someone else and to not worry, she probably meant what she said.

Next day, I walk home alone. Will said "I have something important to do after school, sorry man".
Ok. Off I go. Now, I take a tiny detour to my recent ex's place because...well...you know. Walking on the sidewalk across the street from her place, I spy someone at her door. Will. Ex opens door, gives him a kiss and gropes his crotch. Notices me, pulls him in quickly and shuts door.

I'm crushed. Not only did me and her never get past kissing, but here she is, with Will and being sexual with him not even a DAY after she meets him.

I found out a year later that when Will "left" that night, he really went back to her house and they went at it. Several times. My ex broke up with me after they had 4 hours of sex.

Then my cat who I grew up with passed away. Shortly later my grandmother who I spent a lot of time with when I visited my grandparents also passed. She was diagnosed with cancer...didn't make it.

Wheee.

So. Nothing really important past that point.
Good to note I have severe clinical depression. Also a habit where I eat whenever I am stressed, anxious or sad.

Though let it be noted now, I have a superb girlfriend. Been with her for 6 (going on 7) months. I love her to pieces. And my life is...more or less stable right now. Just need to get accepted to a post-secondary institution. And a job.

But there you go. Everything about me that's shaped who I am.

Wow man you have defiantly had a rough life, and i know how it feels to be told you were so close to dieing at such a young age. When i was 8 i had a ruptured appendix which abbesses in 4 different places and the doctors kept sending me home with some random thing. But one day a specialist say me and immediately sent into surgery and when i woke up i couldn't walk for 5 days and spent 2 months in and out of the hospital and the doctor had told me if i didn't have the surgery i would have died the next day.

[Kestrel0907]

Oh my.

Name's Adrian, 18. I was born and still live in Canada. Father's side of the family is from Europe, my Grandfather escaped overseas during WWII (hellish period of time) and my grandmother gave birth to my uncle while traveling. Mother's side is from England.

Anyways, onto me. Born and raised in a middle-class family. Gifted. Well, I WAS until I was 10. That's where my life just spiraled downwards.

I had many friends, I was considered popular, and my grades were excellent. What more could you ask of a child? All through school until grade 5 I was the model student in every class. Then during the summer I went with my family on a camping trip. I absolutely ADORED camping. I loved the noise, the ambiance of the forests...
Anyways, fast forward 5 months from that trip, I start acting weird. I'm sleeping 15 hours a day, eating almost nothing, and constant headaches among a slew of other tiny things. Nobody really found it odd, I'm a growing boy and I was a little tubby so maybe my body was just using the fat? The sleeping explains itself, most children around that age start sleeping more and more until after the teen years. Headaches? Growing pains.

Anyways. Fast forward to my 11th birthday. Friends over, having a blast. I suddenly feel exhausted, go to sleep. Mind you it was about 9pm. Wake up, friends go home. Not even 4 minutes later I'm watching tv in my family room and go into a seizure. Like full on body rocking seizure.

Parents call ambulance and I'm rushed to the hospital. They are told I'm a very very rare case. I have something extremely horrible.

Above link TLDR;
Approximately 1 in 500,000 get it a year
Severe viral infection of the central nervous system
Rapid death in 70% of affected individuals
Survivors suffer severe neurological damage
When treated, still fatal in 1/3 of the cases
Causes long term neurological damage in half of the 2/3 of the survivors
20% recover with minimal damage
Only 2.5% of the survivors regain normal brain function

Cue one month later. I wake up out of my coma. Surgery done. Nobody in my room. Fall back asleep. So begins my 4 month hospital stay. As I recover, I'm told what I said above. I was more or less brain dead for a month.
Imagine telling a 11 year old how close he was to dying. It's not fun.

Anyway, moving on to me leaving the hospital. I need to have an intravenous (IV) of a certain medicine to fight off any remaining bacteria in my system to prevent a relapse. I also am required to get 3 needles a day, every day for a month in my wrist.

I eventually go back to school after a 5 and a half month absence. I was expecting all my friends to greet me and cheer me up.

Nope. I was an outcast. The other children were afraid of me being contagious.

Move onto my IV being removed a month later. I go back to school and try to talk to my friends. "Hopefully they won't think I'm contagious anymore!"

Wrong. Still shunned. But now bullied. All of my "friends" insult me. My "friends" literally pushed me down a flight of stairs at one point. I was beaten and abused.

Now, let me talk a little of my home life. My dad at that point had always expected me to excel. To be a genius like I always was. Unfortunately, I did suffer a little damage. I was no longer gifted but rather slightly slow in learning. You'd think he would understand. Oh no. He would look at my homework which I had spent an hour doing.

"This question is done wrong."
"It is? Where?"
"Here."
"Ok, let me fix it-"
"NO. REDO IT"

I'm not joking. This is what he did to me. I had to redo an hour of homework MINIMUM every night. With him yelling at me for being "incompetent".
Those odd times I grabbed it from him because I didn't want to redo it? I'd get a hard smack on the back of my head, usually strong enough to throw my face down onto the wooden table.
I would cry. Often. Nobody was there to wipe my tears. I had no friends to rely on or talk to. My dad was a prick and my mom didn't want him screaming at everyone so she stayed out of it.

After grade 6, my parents switched me out of that school due to excessive bullying in and out of school (due to bullies, not my father).

Nothing changed. I was still bullied. In the winter, I would be thrown into a snow pile and pummeled with snowballs or snow kicked onto my face. I knew people could see, as this was always done on the soccer field directly next to the school, in plain view of at least 16 windows and every single person on the playground. Nobody helped me or said anything.

Also found out that my childhood friend who I hadn't seen in about 3 years was hit by a car and died.

Grade 8. I'm 13. The year I thought everything was going right.
I managed to get a girlfriend near the end of the school year. My first one. I met her walking home one day. She was so nice...we spent lots of time together, and we only lived 2 blocks from each other.
We were together for about 4 months. Cue me going into high school. I make a couple of friends, one of them being a really charismatic guy who I shall name Will. Now, Will was a great guy. Me and him hung out whenever I couldn't be with my girlfriend (who was a year older and in a different high school only 15 minutes away). One day, me and him were walking to my place and I decided to go visit my girlfriend with him. Might as well introduce my girlfriend and my best friend right?

Wrong. So, So wrong.

They hit it off, talking a lot. Leaving me to play Halo while they chatted it up. Me and Will leave, he has to go home (we were there waaaay longer than expected). I say bye, give my girlfriend a hug and kiss, Will a wave, and off I went.

I later found out they planned that.

The same night, my girlfriend calls me saying "Things really aren't working... It's not you, it's me. I'm just not ready for a relationship now."

All my sads. At home teary-eyed. Text Will to get some support, me and him have a nice talk about I'll find someone else and to not worry, she probably meant what she said.

Next day, I walk home alone. Will said "I have something important to do after school, sorry man".
Ok. Off I go. Now, I take a tiny detour to my recent ex's place because...well...you know. Walking on the sidewalk across the street from her place, I spy someone at her door. Will. Ex opens door, gives him a kiss and gropes his crotch. Notices me, pulls him in quickly and shuts door.

I'm crushed. Not only did me and her never get past kissing, but here she is, with Will and being sexual with him not even a DAY after she meets him.

I found out a year later that when Will "left" that night, he really went back to her house and they went at it. Several times. My ex broke up with me after they had 4 hours of sex.

Then my cat who I grew up with passed away. Shortly later my grandmother who I spent a lot of time with when I visited my grandparents also passed. She was diagnosed with cancer...didn't make it.

Wheee.

So. Nothing really important past that point.
Good to note I have severe clinical depression. Also a habit where I eat whenever I am stressed, anxious or sad.

Though let it be noted now, I have a superb girlfriend. Been with her for 6 (going on 7) months. I love her to pieces. And my life is...more or less stable right now. Just need to get accepted to a post-secondary institution. And a job.

But there you go. Everything about me that's shaped who I am.

That's a pretty rough story indeed...I hope(and wish) your life would get much more better in the future,and heck in the present,none deserves such a life...
I may post my story too but later...in fact i don't have much to tell so i'm thinking of it... xd

[TheNekoUmi]

You are a young one o.O

Cool...

guess i am. :B

Oh my.

Name's Adrian, 18. I was born and still live in Canada. Father's side of the family is from Europe, my Grandfather escaped overseas during WWII (hellish period of time) and my grandmother gave birth to my uncle while traveling. Mother's side is from England.

Anyways, onto me. Born and raised in a middle-class family. Gifted. Well, I WAS until I was 10. That's where my life just spiraled downwards.

I had many friends, I was considered popular, and my grades were excellent. What more could you ask of a child? All through school until grade 5 I was the model student in every class. Then during the summer I went with my family on a camping trip. I absolutely ADORED camping. I loved the noise, the ambiance of the forests...
Anyways, fast forward 5 months from that trip, I start acting weird. I'm sleeping 15 hours a day, eating almost nothing, and constant headaches among a slew of other tiny things. Nobody really found it odd, I'm a growing boy and I was a little tubby so maybe my body was just using the fat? The sleeping explains itself, most children around that age start sleeping more and more until after the teen years. Headaches? Growing pains.

Anyways. Fast forward to my 11th birthday. Friends over, having a blast. I suddenly feel exhausted, go to sleep. Mind you it was about 9pm. Wake up, friends go home. Not even 4 minutes later I'm watching tv in my family room and go into a seizure. Like full on body rocking seizure.

Parents call ambulance and I'm rushed to the hospital. They are told I'm a very very rare case. I have something extremely horrible.

Above link TLDR;
Approximately 1 in 500,000 get it a year
Severe viral infection of the central nervous system
Rapid death in 70% of affected individuals
Survivors suffer severe neurological damage
When treated, still fatal in 1/3 of the cases
Causes long term neurological damage in half of the 2/3 of the survivors
20% recover with minimal damage
Only 2.5% of the survivors regain normal brain function

Cue one month later. I wake up out of my coma. Surgery done. Nobody in my room. Fall back asleep. So begins my 4 month hospital stay. As I recover, I'm told what I said above. I was more or less brain dead for a month.
Imagine telling a 11 year old how close he was to dying. It's not fun.

Anyway, moving on to me leaving the hospital. I need to have an intravenous (IV) of a certain medicine to fight off any remaining bacteria in my system to prevent a relapse. I also am required to get 3 needles a day, every day for a month in my wrist.

I eventually go back to school after a 5 and a half month absence. I was expecting all my friends to greet me and cheer me up.

Nope. I was an outcast. The other children were afraid of me being contagious.

Move onto my IV being removed a month later. I go back to school and try to talk to my friends. "Hopefully they won't think I'm contagious anymore!"

Wrong. Still shunned. But now bullied. All of my "friends" insult me. My "friends" literally pushed me down a flight of stairs at one point. I was beaten and abused.

Now, let me talk a little of my home life. My dad at that point had always expected me to excel. To be a genius like I always was. Unfortunately, I did suffer a little damage. I was no longer gifted but rather slightly slow in learning. You'd think he would understand. Oh no. He would look at my homework which I had spent an hour doing.

"This question is done wrong."
"It is? Where?"
"Here."
"Ok, let me fix it-"
"NO. REDO IT"

I'm not joking. This is what he did to me. I had to redo an hour of homework MINIMUM every night. With him yelling at me for being "incompetent".
Those odd times I grabbed it from him because I didn't want to redo it? I'd get a hard smack on the back of my head, usually strong enough to throw my face down onto the wooden table.
I would cry. Often. Nobody was there to wipe my tears. I had no friends to rely on or talk to. My dad was a prick and my mom didn't want him screaming at everyone so she stayed out of it.

After grade 6, my parents switched me out of that school due to excessive bullying in and out of school (due to bullies, not my father).

Nothing changed. I was still bullied. In the winter, I would be thrown into a snow pile and pummeled with snowballs or snow kicked onto my face. I knew people could see, as this was always done on the soccer field directly next to the school, in plain view of at least 16 windows and every single person on the playground. Nobody helped me or said anything.

Also found out that my childhood friend who I hadn't seen in about 3 years was hit by a car and died.

Grade 8. I'm 13. The year I thought everything was going right.
I managed to get a girlfriend near the end of the school year. My first one. I met her walking home one day. She was so nice...we spent lots of time together, and we only lived 2 blocks from each other.
We were together for about 4 months. Cue me going into high school. I make a couple of friends, one of them being a really charismatic guy who I shall name Will. Now, Will was a great guy. Me and him hung out whenever I couldn't be with my girlfriend (who was a year older and in a different high school only 15 minutes away). One day, me and him were walking to my place and I decided to go visit my girlfriend with him. Might as well introduce my girlfriend and my best friend right?

Wrong. So, So wrong.

They hit it off, talking a lot. Leaving me to play Halo while they chatted it up. Me and Will leave, he has to go home (we were there waaaay longer than expected). I say bye, give my girlfriend a hug and kiss, Will a wave, and off I went.

I later found out they planned that.

The same night, my girlfriend calls me saying "Things really aren't working... It's not you, it's me. I'm just not ready for a relationship now."

All my sads. At home teary-eyed. Text Will to get some support, me and him have a nice talk about I'll find someone else and to not worry, she probably meant what she said.

Next day, I walk home alone. Will said "I have something important to do after school, sorry man".
Ok. Off I go. Now, I take a tiny detour to my recent ex's place because...well...you know. Walking on the sidewalk across the street from her place, I spy someone at her door. Will. Ex opens door, gives him a kiss and gropes his crotch. Notices me, pulls him in quickly and shuts door.

I'm crushed. Not only did me and her never get past kissing, but here she is, with Will and being sexual with him not even a DAY after she meets him.

I found out a year later that when Will "left" that night, he really went back to her house and they went at it. Several times. My ex broke up with me after they had 4 hours of sex.

Then my cat who I grew up with passed away. Shortly later my grandmother who I spent a lot of time with when I visited my grandparents also passed. She was diagnosed with cancer...didn't make it.

Wheee.

So. Nothing really important past that point.
Good to note I have severe clinical depression. Also a habit where I eat whenever I am stressed, anxious or sad.

Though let it be noted now, I have a superb girlfriend. Been with her for 6 (going on 7) months. I love her to pieces. And my life is...more or less stable right now. Just need to get accepted to a post-secondary institution. And a job.

But there you go. Everything about me that's shaped who I am.

I feel sorry for your past :/, glad to hear you're better now!,I was bullied & cried alot when i was smaller.. sometimes i made myself cry to feel better, I became very unsocial irl(or atleast i wanted to be but my childhood friends are still with me staying strong) and i could only trust myself.

[Moonightcore]

Oh my.

Name's Adrian, 18. I was born and still live in Canada. Father's side of the family is from Europe, my Grandfather escaped overseas during WWII (hellish period of time) and my grandmother gave birth to my uncle while traveling. Mother's side is from England.

Anyways, onto me. Born and raised in a middle-class family. Gifted. Well, I WAS until I was 10. That's where my life just spiraled downwards.

I had many friends, I was considered popular, and my grades were excellent. What more could you ask of a child? All through school until grade 5 I was the model student in every class. Then during the summer I went with my family on a camping trip. I absolutely ADORED camping. I loved the noise, the ambiance of the forests...
Anyways, fast forward 5 months from that trip, I start acting weird. I'm sleeping 15 hours a day, eating almost nothing, and constant headaches among a slew of other tiny things. Nobody really found it odd, I'm a growing boy and I was a little tubby so maybe my body was just using the fat? The sleeping explains itself, most children around that age start sleeping more and more until after the teen years. Headaches? Growing pains.

Anyways. Fast forward to my 11th birthday. Friends over, having a blast. I suddenly feel exhausted, go to sleep. Mind you it was about 9pm. Wake up, friends go home. Not even 4 minutes later I'm watching tv in my family room and go into a seizure. Like full on body rocking seizure.

Parents call ambulance and I'm rushed to the hospital. They are told I'm a very very rare case. I have something extremely horrible.

Above link TLDR;
Approximately 1 in 500,000 get it a year
Severe viral infection of the central nervous system
Rapid death in 70% of affected individuals
Survivors suffer severe neurological damage
When treated, still fatal in 1/3 of the cases
Causes long term neurological damage in half of the 2/3 of the survivors
20% recover with minimal damage
Only 2.5% of the survivors regain normal brain function

Cue one month later. I wake up out of my coma. Surgery done. Nobody in my room. Fall back asleep. So begins my 4 month hospital stay. As I recover, I'm told what I said above. I was more or less brain dead for a month.
Imagine telling a 11 year old how close he was to dying. It's not fun.

Anyway, moving on to me leaving the hospital. I need to have an intravenous (IV) of a certain medicine to fight off any remaining bacteria in my system to prevent a relapse. I also am required to get 3 needles a day, every day for a month in my wrist.

I eventually go back to school after a 5 and a half month absence. I was expecting all my friends to greet me and cheer me up.

Nope. I was an outcast. The other children were afraid of me being contagious.

Move onto my IV being removed a month later. I go back to school and try to talk to my friends. "Hopefully they won't think I'm contagious anymore!"

Wrong. Still shunned. But now bullied. All of my "friends" insult me. My "friends" literally pushed me down a flight of stairs at one point. I was beaten and abused.

Now, let me talk a little of my home life. My dad at that point had always expected me to excel. To be a genius like I always was. Unfortunately, I did suffer a little damage. I was no longer gifted but rather slightly slow in learning. You'd think he would understand. Oh no. He would look at my homework which I had spent an hour doing.

"This question is done wrong."
"It is? Where?"
"Here."
"Ok, let me fix it-"
"NO. REDO IT"

I'm not joking. This is what he did to me. I had to redo an hour of homework MINIMUM every night. With him yelling at me for being "incompetent".
Those odd times I grabbed it from him because I didn't want to redo it? I'd get a hard smack on the back of my head, usually strong enough to throw my face down onto the wooden table.
I would cry. Often. Nobody was there to wipe my tears. I had no friends to rely on or talk to. My dad was a prick and my mom didn't want him screaming at everyone so she stayed out of it.

After grade 6, my parents switched me out of that school due to excessive bullying in and out of school (due to bullies, not my father).

Nothing changed. I was still bullied. In the winter, I would be thrown into a snow pile and pummeled with snowballs or snow kicked onto my face. I knew people could see, as this was always done on the soccer field directly next to the school, in plain view of at least 16 windows and every single person on the playground. Nobody helped me or said anything.

Also found out that my childhood friend who I hadn't seen in about 3 years was hit by a car and died.

Grade 8. I'm 13. The year I thought everything was going right.
I managed to get a girlfriend near the end of the school year. My first one. I met her walking home one day. She was so nice...we spent lots of time together, and we only lived 2 blocks from each other.
We were together for about 4 months. Cue me going into high school. I make a couple of friends, one of them being a really charismatic guy who I shall name Will. Now, Will was a great guy. Me and him hung out whenever I couldn't be with my girlfriend (who was a year older and in a different high school only 15 minutes away). One day, me and him were walking to my place and I decided to go visit my girlfriend with him. Might as well introduce my girlfriend and my best friend right?

Wrong. So, So wrong.

They hit it off, talking a lot. Leaving me to play Halo while they chatted it up. Me and Will leave, he has to go home (we were there waaaay longer than expected). I say bye, give my girlfriend a hug and kiss, Will a wave, and off I went.

I later found out they planned that.

The same night, my girlfriend calls me saying "Things really aren't working... It's not you, it's me. I'm just not ready for a relationship now."

All my sads. At home teary-eyed. Text Will to get some support, me and him have a nice talk about I'll find someone else and to not worry, she probably meant what she said.

Next day, I walk home alone. Will said "I have something important to do after school, sorry man".
Ok. Off I go. Now, I take a tiny detour to my recent ex's place because...well...you know. Walking on the sidewalk across the street from her place, I spy someone at her door. Will. Ex opens door, gives him a kiss and gropes his crotch. Notices me, pulls him in quickly and shuts door.

I'm crushed. Not only did me and her never get past kissing, but here she is, with Will and being sexual with him not even a DAY after she meets him.

I found out a year later that when Will "left" that night, he really went back to her house and they went at it. Several times. My ex broke up with me after they had 4 hours of sex.

Then my cat who I grew up with passed away. Shortly later my grandmother who I spent a lot of time with when I visited my grandparents also passed. She was diagnosed with cancer...didn't make it.

Wheee.

So. Nothing really important past that point.
Good to note I have severe clinical depression. Also a habit where I eat whenever I am stressed, anxious or sad.

Though let it be noted now, I have a superb girlfriend. Been with her for 6 (going on 7) months. I love her to pieces. And my life is...more or less stable right now. Just need to get accepted to a post-secondary institution. And a job.

But there you go. Everything about me that's shaped who I am.

=( I'm sorry, I don't know what more can I say, it's really a sad story... I'm glad you are good now, and i hope you can continue like that or better ;)

[Vira]

Oh my.

Name's Adrian, 18. I was born and still live in Canada. Father's side of the family is from Europe, my Grandfather escaped overseas during WWII (hellish period of time) and my grandmother gave birth to my uncle while traveling. Mother's side is from England.

Anyways, onto me. Born and raised in a middle-class family. Gifted. Well, I WAS until I was 10. That's where my life just spiraled downwards.

I had many friends, I was considered popular, and my grades were excellent. What more could you ask of a child? All through school until grade 5 I was the model student in every class. Then during the summer I went with my family on a camping trip. I absolutely ADORED camping. I loved the noise, the ambiance of the forests...
Anyways, fast forward 5 months from that trip, I start acting weird. I'm sleeping 15 hours a day, eating almost nothing, and constant headaches among a slew of other tiny things. Nobody really found it odd, I'm a growing boy and I was a little tubby so maybe my body was just using the fat? The sleeping explains itself, most children around that age start sleeping more and more until after the teen years. Headaches? Growing pains.

Anyways. Fast forward to my 11th birthday. Friends over, having a blast. I suddenly feel exhausted, go to sleep. Mind you it was about 9pm. Wake up, friends go home. Not even 4 minutes later I'm watching tv in my family room and go into a seizure. Like full on body rocking seizure.

Parents call ambulance and I'm rushed to the hospital. They are told I'm a very very rare case. I have something extremely horrible.

Above link TLDR;
Approximately 1 in 500,000 get it a year
Severe viral infection of the central nervous system
Rapid death in 70% of affected individuals
Survivors suffer severe neurological damage
When treated, still fatal in 1/3 of the cases
Causes long term neurological damage in half of the 2/3 of the survivors
20% recover with minimal damage
Only 2.5% of the survivors regain normal brain function

Cue one month later. I wake up out of my coma. Surgery done. Nobody in my room. Fall back asleep. So begins my 4 month hospital stay. As I recover, I'm told what I said above. I was more or less brain dead for a month.
Imagine telling a 11 year old how close he was to dying. It's not fun.

Anyway, moving on to me leaving the hospital. I need to have an intravenous (IV) of a certain medicine to fight off any remaining bacteria in my system to prevent a relapse. I also am required to get 3 needles a day, every day for a month in my wrist.

I eventually go back to school after a 5 and a half month absence. I was expecting all my friends to greet me and cheer me up.

Nope. I was an outcast. The other children were afraid of me being contagious.

Move onto my IV being removed a month later. I go back to school and try to talk to my friends. "Hopefully they won't think I'm contagious anymore!"

Wrong. Still shunned. But now bullied. All of my "friends" insult me. My "friends" literally pushed me down a flight of stairs at one point. I was beaten and abused.

Now, let me talk a little of my home life. My dad at that point had always expected me to excel. To be a genius like I always was. Unfortunately, I did suffer a little damage. I was no longer gifted but rather slightly slow in learning. You'd think he would understand. Oh no. He would look at my homework which I had spent an hour doing.

"This question is done wrong."
"It is? Where?"
"Here."
"Ok, let me fix it-"
"NO. REDO IT"

I'm not joking. This is what he did to me. I had to redo an hour of homework MINIMUM every night. With him yelling at me for being "incompetent".
Those odd times I grabbed it from him because I didn't want to redo it? I'd get a hard smack on the back of my head, usually strong enough to throw my face down onto the wooden table.
I would cry. Often. Nobody was there to wipe my tears. I had no friends to rely on or talk to. My dad was a prick and my mom didn't want him screaming at everyone so she stayed out of it.

After grade 6, my parents switched me out of that school due to excessive bullying in and out of school (due to bullies, not my father).

Nothing changed. I was still bullied. In the winter, I would be thrown into a snow pile and pummeled with snowballs or snow kicked onto my face. I knew people could see, as this was always done on the soccer field directly next to the school, in plain view of at least 16 windows and every single person on the playground. Nobody helped me or said anything.

Also found out that my childhood friend who I hadn't seen in about 3 years was hit by a car and died.

Grade 8. I'm 13. The year I thought everything was going right.
I managed to get a girlfriend near the end of the school year. My first one. I met her walking home one day. She was so nice...we spent lots of time together, and we only lived 2 blocks from each other.
We were together for about 4 months. Cue me going into high school. I make a couple of friends, one of them being a really charismatic guy who I shall name Will. Now, Will was a great guy. Me and him hung out whenever I couldn't be with my girlfriend (who was a year older and in a different high school only 15 minutes away). One day, me and him were walking to my place and I decided to go visit my girlfriend with him. Might as well introduce my girlfriend and my best friend right?

Wrong. So, So wrong.

They hit it off, talking a lot. Leaving me to play Halo while they chatted it up. Me and Will leave, he has to go home (we were there waaaay longer than expected). I say bye, give my girlfriend a hug and kiss, Will a wave, and off I went.

I later found out they planned that.

The same night, my girlfriend calls me saying "Things really aren't working... It's not you, it's me. I'm just not ready for a relationship now."

All my sads. At home teary-eyed. Text Will to get some support, me and him have a nice talk about I'll find someone else and to not worry, she probably meant what she said.

Next day, I walk home alone. Will said "I have something important to do after school, sorry man".
Ok. Off I go. Now, I take a tiny detour to my recent ex's place because...well...you know. Walking on the sidewalk across the street from her place, I spy someone at her door. Will. Ex opens door, gives him a kiss and gropes his crotch. Notices me, pulls him in quickly and shuts door.

I'm crushed. Not only did me and her never get past kissing, but here she is, with Will and being sexual with him not even a DAY after she meets him.

I found out a year later that when Will "left" that night, he really went back to her house and they went at it. Several times. My ex broke up with me after they had 4 hours of sex.

Then my cat who I grew up with passed away. Shortly later my grandmother who I spent a lot of time with when I visited my grandparents also passed. She was diagnosed with cancer...didn't make it.

Wheee.

So. Nothing really important past that point.
Good to note I have severe clinical depression. Also a habit where I eat whenever I am stressed, anxious or sad.

Though let it be noted now, I have a superb girlfriend. Been with her for 6 (going on 7) months. I love her to pieces. And my life is...more or less stable right now. Just need to get accepted to a post-secondary institution. And a job.

But there you go. Everything about me that's shaped who I am.

Jesus christ... Sorry about that man..
I've always thought my life was miserable because I'm restrained from doing what I want.
Turns out I should be considered lucky.
Wish a blessing will fall on you one day (maybe u already have because of your new girl-friend? =] )

[TR4NcE4LiF3]

Oh my.

Name's Adrian, 18. I was born and still live in Canada. Father's side of the family is from Europe, my Grandfather escaped overseas during WWII (hellish period of time) and my grandmother gave birth to my uncle while traveling. Mother's side is from England.

Anyways, onto me. Born and raised in a middle-class family. Gifted. Well, I WAS until I was 10. That's where my life just spiraled downwards.

I had many friends, I was considered popular, and my grades were excellent. What more could you ask of a child? All through school until grade 5 I was the model student in every class. Then during the summer I went with my family on a camping trip. I absolutely ADORED camping. I loved the noise, the ambiance of the forests...
Anyways, fast forward 5 months from that trip, I start acting weird. I'm sleeping 15 hours a day, eating almost nothing, and constant headaches among a slew of other tiny things. Nobody really found it odd, I'm a growing boy and I was a little tubby so maybe my body was just using the fat? The sleeping explains itself, most children around that age start sleeping more and more until after the teen years. Headaches? Growing pains.

Anyways. Fast forward to my 11th birthday. Friends over, having a blast. I suddenly feel exhausted, go to sleep. Mind you it was about 9pm. Wake up, friends go home. Not even 4 minutes later I'm watching tv in my family room and go into a seizure. Like full on body rocking seizure.

Parents call ambulance and I'm rushed to the hospital. They are told I'm a very very rare case. I have something extremely horrible.

Above link TLDR;
Approximately 1 in 500,000 get it a year
Severe viral infection of the central nervous system
Rapid death in 70% of affected individuals
Survivors suffer severe neurological damage
When treated, still fatal in 1/3 of the cases
Causes long term neurological damage in half of the 2/3 of the survivors
20% recover with minimal damage
Only 2.5% of the survivors regain normal brain function

Cue one month later. I wake up out of my coma. Surgery done. Nobody in my room. Fall back asleep. So begins my 4 month hospital stay. As I recover, I'm told what I said above. I was more or less brain dead for a month.
Imagine telling a 11 year old how close he was to dying. It's not fun.

Anyway, moving on to me leaving the hospital. I need to have an intravenous (IV) of a certain medicine to fight off any remaining bacteria in my system to prevent a relapse. I also am required to get 3 needles a day, every day for a month in my wrist.

I eventually go back to school after a 5 and a half month absence. I was expecting all my friends to greet me and cheer me up.

Nope. I was an outcast. The other children were afraid of me being contagious.

Move onto my IV being removed a month later. I go back to school and try to talk to my friends. "Hopefully they won't think I'm contagious anymore!"

Wrong. Still shunned. But now bullied. All of my "friends" insult me. My "friends" literally pushed me down a flight of stairs at one point. I was beaten and abused.

Now, let me talk a little of my home life. My dad at that point had always expected me to excel. To be a genius like I always was. Unfortunately, I did suffer a little damage. I was no longer gifted but rather slightly slow in learning. You'd think he would understand. Oh no. He would look at my homework which I had spent an hour doing.

"This question is done wrong."
"It is? Where?"
"Here."
"Ok, let me fix it-"
"NO. REDO IT"

I'm not joking. This is what he did to me. I had to redo an hour of homework MINIMUM every night. With him yelling at me for being "incompetent".
Those odd times I grabbed it from him because I didn't want to redo it? I'd get a hard smack on the back of my head, usually strong enough to throw my face down onto the wooden table.
I would cry. Often. Nobody was there to wipe my tears. I had no friends to rely on or talk to. My dad was a prick and my mom didn't want him screaming at everyone so she stayed out of it.

After grade 6, my parents switched me out of that school due to excessive bullying in and out of school (due to bullies, not my father).

Nothing changed. I was still bullied. In the winter, I would be thrown into a snow pile and pummeled with snowballs or snow kicked onto my face. I knew people could see, as this was always done on the soccer field directly next to the school, in plain view of at least 16 windows and every single person on the playground. Nobody helped me or said anything.

Also found out that my childhood friend who I hadn't seen in about 3 years was hit by a car and died.

Grade 8. I'm 13. The year I thought everything was going right.
I managed to get a girlfriend near the end of the school year. My first one. I met her walking home one day. She was so nice...we spent lots of time together, and we only lived 2 blocks from each other.
We were together for about 4 months. Cue me going into high school. I make a couple of friends, one of them being a really charismatic guy who I shall name Will. Now, Will was a great guy. Me and him hung out whenever I couldn't be with my girlfriend (who was a year older and in a different high school only 15 minutes away). One day, me and him were walking to my place and I decided to go visit my girlfriend with him. Might as well introduce my girlfriend and my best friend right?

Wrong. So, So wrong.

They hit it off, talking a lot. Leaving me to play Halo while they chatted it up. Me and Will leave, he has to go home (we were there waaaay longer than expected). I say bye, give my girlfriend a hug and kiss, Will a wave, and off I went.

I later found out they planned that.

The same night, my girlfriend calls me saying "Things really aren't working... It's not you, it's me. I'm just not ready for a relationship now."

All my sads. At home teary-eyed. Text Will to get some support, me and him have a nice talk about I'll find someone else and to not worry, she probably meant what she said.

Next day, I walk home alone. Will said "I have something important to do after school, sorry man".
Ok. Off I go. Now, I take a tiny detour to my recent ex's place because...well...you know. Walking on the sidewalk across the street from her place, I spy someone at her door. Will. Ex opens door, gives him a kiss and gropes his crotch. Notices me, pulls him in quickly and shuts door.

I'm crushed. Not only did me and her never get past kissing, but here she is, with Will and being sexual with him not even a DAY after she meets him.

I found out a year later that when Will "left" that night, he really went back to her house and they went at it. Several times. My ex broke up with me after they had 4 hours of sex.

Then my cat who I grew up with passed away. Shortly later my grandmother who I spent a lot of time with when I visited my grandparents also passed. She was diagnosed with cancer...didn't make it.

Wheee.

So. Nothing really important past that point.
Good to note I have severe clinical depression. Also a habit where I eat whenever I am stressed, anxious or sad.

Though let it be noted now, I have a superb girlfriend. Been with her for 6 (going on 7) months. I love her to pieces. And my life is...more or less stable right now. Just need to get accepted to a post-secondary institution. And a job.

But there you go. Everything about me that's shaped who I am.

your dad sounds like a pussy, fight him

my father once told me a wise king doesnt look for wars but is ready for them

[goronwrestler]

Oh my.

Name's Adrian, 18. I was born and still live in Canada. Father's side of the family is from Europe, my Grandfather escaped overseas during WWII (hellish period of time) and my grandmother gave birth to my uncle while traveling. Mother's side is from England.

Anyways, onto me. Born and raised in a middle-class family. Gifted. Well, I WAS until I was 10. That's where my life just spiraled downwards.

I had many friends, I was considered popular, and my grades were excellent. What more could you ask of a child? All through school until grade 5 I was the model student in every class. Then during the summer I went with my family on a camping trip. I absolutely ADORED camping. I loved the noise, the ambiance of the forests...
Anyways, fast forward 5 months from that trip, I start acting weird. I'm sleeping 15 hours a day, eating almost nothing, and constant headaches among a slew of other tiny things. Nobody really found it odd, I'm a growing boy and I was a little tubby so maybe my body was just using the fat? The sleeping explains itself, most children around that age start sleeping more and more until after the teen years. Headaches? Growing pains.

Anyways. Fast forward to my 11th birthday. Friends over, having a blast. I suddenly feel exhausted, go to sleep. Mind you it was about 9pm. Wake up, friends go home. Not even 4 minutes later I'm watching tv in my family room and go into a seizure. Like full on body rocking seizure.

Parents call ambulance and I'm rushed to the hospital. They are told I'm a very very rare case. I have something extremely horrible.

Above link TLDR;
Approximately 1 in 500,000 get it a year
Severe viral infection of the central nervous system
Rapid death in 70% of affected individuals
Survivors suffer severe neurological damage
When treated, still fatal in 1/3 of the cases
Causes long term neurological damage in half of the 2/3 of the survivors
20% recover with minimal damage
Only 2.5% of the survivors regain normal brain function

Cue one month later. I wake up out of my coma. Surgery done. Nobody in my room. Fall back asleep. So begins my 4 month hospital stay. As I recover, I'm told what I said above. I was more or less brain dead for a month.
Imagine telling a 11 year old how close he was to dying. It's not fun.

Anyway, moving on to me leaving the hospital. I need to have an intravenous (IV) of a certain medicine to fight off any remaining bacteria in my system to prevent a relapse. I also am required to get 3 needles a day, every day for a month in my wrist.

I eventually go back to school after a 5 and a half month absence. I was expecting all my friends to greet me and cheer me up.

Nope. I was an outcast. The other children were afraid of me being contagious.

Move onto my IV being removed a month later. I go back to school and try to talk to my friends. "Hopefully they won't think I'm contagious anymore!"

Wrong. Still shunned. But now bullied. All of my "friends" insult me. My "friends" literally pushed me down a flight of stairs at one point. I was beaten and abused.

Now, let me talk a little of my home life. My dad at that point had always expected me to excel. To be a genius like I always was. Unfortunately, I did suffer a little damage. I was no longer gifted but rather slightly slow in learning. You'd think he would understand. Oh no. He would look at my homework which I had spent an hour doing.

"This question is done wrong."
"It is? Where?"
"Here."
"Ok, let me fix it-"
"NO. REDO IT"

I'm not joking. This is what he did to me. I had to redo an hour of homework MINIMUM every night. With him yelling at me for being "incompetent".
Those odd times I grabbed it from him because I didn't want to redo it? I'd get a hard smack on the back of my head, usually strong enough to throw my face down onto the wooden table.
I would cry. Often. Nobody was there to wipe my tears. I had no friends to rely on or talk to. My dad was a prick and my mom didn't want him screaming at everyone so she stayed out of it.

After grade 6, my parents switched me out of that school due to excessive bullying in and out of school (due to bullies, not my father).

Nothing changed. I was still bullied. In the winter, I would be thrown into a snow pile and pummeled with snowballs or snow kicked onto my face. I knew people could see, as this was always done on the soccer field directly next to the school, in plain view of at least 16 windows and every single person on the playground. Nobody helped me or said anything.

Also found out that my childhood friend who I hadn't seen in about 3 years was hit by a car and died.

Grade 8. I'm 13. The year I thought everything was going right.
I managed to get a girlfriend near the end of the school year. My first one. I met her walking home one day. She was so nice...we spent lots of time together, and we only lived 2 blocks from each other.
We were together for about 4 months. Cue me going into high school. I make a couple of friends, one of them being a really charismatic guy who I shall name Will. Now, Will was a great guy. Me and him hung out whenever I couldn't be with my girlfriend (who was a year older and in a different high school only 15 minutes away). One day, me and him were walking to my place and I decided to go visit my girlfriend with him. Might as well introduce my girlfriend and my best friend right?

Wrong. So, So wrong.

They hit it off, talking a lot. Leaving me to play Halo while they chatted it up. Me and Will leave, he has to go home (we were there waaaay longer than expected). I say bye, give my girlfriend a hug and kiss, Will a wave, and off I went.

I later found out they planned that.

The same night, my girlfriend calls me saying "Things really aren't working... It's not you, it's me. I'm just not ready for a relationship now."

All my sads. At home teary-eyed. Text Will to get some support, me and him have a nice talk about I'll find someone else and to not worry, she probably meant what she said.

Next day, I walk home alone. Will said "I have something important to do after school, sorry man".
Ok. Off I go. Now, I take a tiny detour to my recent ex's place because...well...you know. Walking on the sidewalk across the street from her place, I spy someone at her door. Will. Ex opens door, gives him a kiss and gropes his crotch. Notices me, pulls him in quickly and shuts door.

I'm crushed. Not only did me and her never get past kissing, but here she is, with Will and being sexual with him not even a DAY after she meets him.

I found out a year later that when Will "left" that night, he really went back to her house and they went at it. Several times. My ex broke up with me after they had 4 hours of sex.

Then my cat who I grew up with passed away. Shortly later my grandmother who I spent a lot of time with when I visited my grandparents also passed. She was diagnosed with cancer...didn't make it.

Wheee.

So. Nothing really important past that point.
Good to note I have severe clinical depression. Also a habit where I eat whenever I am stressed, anxious or sad.

Though let it be noted now, I have a superb girlfriend. Been with her for 6 (going on 7) months. I love her to pieces. And my life is...more or less stable right now. Just need to get accepted to a post-secondary institution. And a job.

But there you go. Everything about me that's shaped who I am.

a man told me this and it seems to always help me when im down,


Life can be a challenge
Life can seem impossible
It's never easy when so much is on the line

But you can make a difference
With courage you can set things right
The gift to dream and make dreams real
Is yours and mine

The power of one
Begins with believing
It starts in the heart
Then flows through the soul
And changes the world
Imagine how life will be
When we stand in unity
Each of us holds the key
To the power of one

Each of us is chosen
There's a mission just for you
Just look inside you'll be surprised
What you can do

The power of one
Begins with believing
It starts in the heart
Then flows through the soul
And changes the world
Imagine how life will be
When we stand in unity
Each of us holds the key
To the power of one

And one by one
We can make the world a much better place

The power of one
Begins with believing
It starts in the heart
Then flows through the soul
And changes the world
Imagine how life will be
When we stand in unity
Each of us holds the key
It's inside of you and me
Each of us holds the key
To the power of one

i hope this has helped you and gives you courage to beat the shit out of you dad u have the power

[Johannez691]

Oh my.

Name's Adrian, 18. I was born and still live in Canada. Father's side of the family is from Europe, my Grandfather escaped overseas during WWII (hellish period of time) and my grandmother gave birth to my uncle while traveling. Mother's side is from England.

Anyways, onto me. Born and raised in a middle-class family. Gifted. Well, I WAS until I was 10. That's where my life just spiraled downwards.

I had many friends, I was considered popular, and my grades were excellent. What more could you ask of a child? All through school until grade 5 I was the model student in every class. Then during the summer I went with my family on a camping trip. I absolutely ADORED camping. I loved the noise, the ambiance of the forests...
Anyways, fast forward 5 months from that trip, I start acting weird. I'm sleeping 15 hours a day, eating almost nothing, and constant headaches among a slew of other tiny things. Nobody really found it odd, I'm a growing boy and I was a little tubby so maybe my body was just using the fat? The sleeping explains itself, most children around that age start sleeping more and more until after the teen years. Headaches? Growing pains.

Anyways. Fast forward to my 11th birthday. Friends over, having a blast. I suddenly feel exhausted, go to sleep. Mind you it was about 9pm. Wake up, friends go home. Not even 4 minutes later I'm watching tv in my family room and go into a seizure. Like full on body rocking seizure.

Parents call ambulance and I'm rushed to the hospital. They are told I'm a very very rare case. I have something extremely horrible.

Above link TLDR;
Approximately 1 in 500,000 get it a year
Severe viral infection of the central nervous system
Rapid death in 70% of affected individuals
Survivors suffer severe neurological damage
When treated, still fatal in 1/3 of the cases
Causes long term neurological damage in half of the 2/3 of the survivors
20% recover with minimal damage
Only 2.5% of the survivors regain normal brain function

Cue one month later. I wake up out of my coma. Surgery done. Nobody in my room. Fall back asleep. So begins my 4 month hospital stay. As I recover, I'm told what I said above. I was more or less brain dead for a month.
Imagine telling a 11 year old how close he was to dying. It's not fun.

Anyway, moving on to me leaving the hospital. I need to have an intravenous (IV) of a certain medicine to fight off any remaining bacteria in my system to prevent a relapse. I also am required to get 3 needles a day, every day for a month in my wrist.

I eventually go back to school after a 5 and a half month absence. I was expecting all my friends to greet me and cheer me up.

Nope. I was an outcast. The other children were afraid of me being contagious.

Move onto my IV being removed a month later. I go back to school and try to talk to my friends. "Hopefully they won't think I'm contagious anymore!"

Wrong. Still shunned. But now bullied. All of my "friends" insult me. My "friends" literally pushed me down a flight of stairs at one point. I was beaten and abused.

Now, let me talk a little of my home life. My dad at that point had always expected me to excel. To be a genius like I always was. Unfortunately, I did suffer a little damage. I was no longer gifted but rather slightly slow in learning. You'd think he would understand. Oh no. He would look at my homework which I had spent an hour doing.

"This question is done wrong."
"It is? Where?"
"Here."
"Ok, let me fix it-"
"NO. REDO IT"

I'm not joking. This is what he did to me. I had to redo an hour of homework MINIMUM every night. With him yelling at me for being "incompetent".
Those odd times I grabbed it from him because I didn't want to redo it? I'd get a hard smack on the back of my head, usually strong enough to throw my face down onto the wooden table.
I would cry. Often. Nobody was there to wipe my tears. I had no friends to rely on or talk to. My dad was a prick and my mom didn't want him screaming at everyone so she stayed out of it.

After grade 6, my parents switched me out of that school due to excessive bullying in and out of school (due to bullies, not my father).

Nothing changed. I was still bullied. In the winter, I would be thrown into a snow pile and pummeled with snowballs or snow kicked onto my face. I knew people could see, as this was always done on the soccer field directly next to the school, in plain view of at least 16 windows and every single person on the playground. Nobody helped me or said anything.

Also found out that my childhood friend who I hadn't seen in about 3 years was hit by a car and died.

Grade 8. I'm 13. The year I thought everything was going right.
I managed to get a girlfriend near the end of the school year. My first one. I met her walking home one day. She was so nice...we spent lots of time together, and we only lived 2 blocks from each other.
We were together for about 4 months. Cue me going into high school. I make a couple of friends, one of them being a really charismatic guy who I shall name Will. Now, Will was a great guy. Me and him hung out whenever I couldn't be with my girlfriend (who was a year older and in a different high school only 15 minutes away). One day, me and him were walking to my place and I decided to go visit my girlfriend with him. Might as well introduce my girlfriend and my best friend right?

Wrong. So, So wrong.

They hit it off, talking a lot. Leaving me to play Halo while they chatted it up. Me and Will leave, he has to go home (we were there waaaay longer than expected). I say bye, give my girlfriend a hug and kiss, Will a wave, and off I went.

I later found out they planned that.

The same night, my girlfriend calls me saying "Things really aren't working... It's not you, it's me. I'm just not ready for a relationship now."

All my sads. At home teary-eyed. Text Will to get some support, me and him have a nice talk about I'll find someone else and to not worry, she probably meant what she said.

Next day, I walk home alone. Will said "I have something important to do after school, sorry man".
Ok. Off I go. Now, I take a tiny detour to my recent ex's place because...well...you know. Walking on the sidewalk across the street from her place, I spy someone at her door. Will. Ex opens door, gives him a kiss and gropes his crotch. Notices me, pulls him in quickly and shuts door.

I'm crushed. Not only did me and her never get past kissing, but here she is, with Will and being sexual with him not even a DAY after she meets him.

I found out a year later that when Will "left" that night, he really went back to her house and they went at it. Several times. My ex broke up with me after they had 4 hours of sex.

Then my cat who I grew up with passed away. Shortly later my grandmother who I spent a lot of time with when I visited my grandparents also passed. She was diagnosed with cancer...didn't make it.

Wheee.

So. Nothing really important past that point.
Good to note I have severe clinical depression. Also a habit where I eat whenever I am stressed, anxious or sad.

Though let it be noted now, I have a superb girlfriend. Been with her for 6 (going on 7) months. I love her to pieces. And my life is...more or less stable right now. Just need to get accepted to a post-secondary institution. And a job.

But there you go. Everything about me that's shaped who I am.

I don't understand why I read this, It made even me feel sad...

[Execrated]

Hey, as long as there's life, there's hope, right?

My name is Peter Bessmertnyy, I am 20 years old at the time of said writing.

As for me, well, I was born in Russia, 1 year after the crash of the Soviet Union. I was born early, massively underweight, and with a hole in my skull. The doctors wanted to, literally, chuck me into the trash bin, saying I was as good as dead. But my mom was persistent, and I lived :3
I was somewhat deprived as a child; with both parents working, and my older sister in school, I woke up to an empty house, and went to sleep in an empty house. Half the time there was no food either. Life outside was dangerous, and (I dont know how much of this is true), stories went that homeless people would kidnap and eat kids. Everyone was starving, can't really blame them... As a result though, I rarely went outside.
I dont recall too many memories from my childhood, but I recall sitting in an empty room (we had a table and a bookshelf for furniture), crying, and praying to God that my parents come back home soon.
They never did. I saw them on the weekends.
So I grew up with a bitter hatred for the Christian God.
At 7, I moved to United States, and life here took off in a more positive manner. Despite being called a Commie, and bullied, I pulled through elementary school pretty easy. Parents made me study a whole bunch, so I was always an honor student...
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Oh, I was always fascinated by magic.
Aaaaand then came the time for High School. I was bottled away at home doing extra homeworke (+/-10 subjects untop of school, always 1 grade level above mine), and I snapped. I said 'fuck this', burned all my books, got a job, and went Goth for a good 3 years. We're talking Tripp trench coat, skull rings, ear/tongue piercings, nailpolish, spiked boots, the whole 9 yards. Also started researching the occult. I was actually part of the Wiccan movement before it snowballed into something completely outrageous (-_- anyone giving themselves a name of Snowfeather Silverwhisper or something of the sort is clearly cuckoo). I studied philosophy, religion, and ofcourse, music. Met a lot of girls, screwed with a lot of girls, lost a lot of money on said girls.

Blah blah blah, long story short, I have been in the good parts of life as well as the bad. I am now in the Airforce, studying for the hell of it, and trying to help people. I've spent a lot of time pondering over my life, and where it is headed, and honestly, I really don't care.
Whatever happen, will happen.
We shall bend, but never break.
We shall tread forward, and never look back.
We shall smile and laugh, even when it hurts.
Because, goddammit, if we feel no pain, where is proof that we are alive?

[Gracono]

Chall......I have uber deep respect for you. My life was just as bad in its own ways. It takes a LOT to make it that far under those type of circumstances for sure.

Execrated...magic and alchemy is advanced science like quantum physics and such and chemistry...can definitely be fun stuff...Enlightenment tends to always come full circle...when we are a kid we do not care. we grow and begin to care. if we are lucky we shall learn to not care once again. Whatever shall be shall be-with that i can say I fully agree.

So.....My story...

Im currently 19 1 month minus 1 day from 20. I was born and live in USA. Im a dood. I was raised in a Christian family but have since broadened my perspective and basically connected all religion and sciences back to the core concepts that unite them all.

When I was little...like pre-k age...I was still a bed-wetter. I peed almost every nap time and gave my teacher hell. My teacher gave me hell too....I was left handed but used scissors with my right hand and they tried to teach me to cut left handed....almost cut the teacher back then numerous times...I always have been very able to talk a lot...had a good bit of energy...had a strong will and the determination to back it to make it a rough combination...and have been fairly optimistic....I gave all my teachers massive trouble all the way up to Junior year high school. So i gave the pre-k teacher so much crap that my mom moved me to pre-k at a daycare center nearby my house then.

Lots of memories at that daycare place....I met several people there that I was with all to the end of high school. Place was fun. I remember at meals to get seconds u had to raise your hand and say "more please" and you always had to clean your plate first....they had one portion they gave at times.....uber nasty beans...had to swallow them like pills with your drink....Also I met my love at that daycare....it was the most pure relationship....they had to move away around the middle of third grade and they are the one person I can never forget.

So after they moved I started getting fat not long after. I was a trouble child....temper and all the above stated and very very inquisitive...when I was little I asked my parents complex and deep questions....and I always asked why when my parents told me to do anything...I have been told the standard "cuz i said so"....ect line sooooo many times and it was not a valid answer from the start. So I have been to numerous counselors and psychs...been on many many different pills...and been to several mental places and juvie once. Since i started getting fat up to about junior year I was bullied a lot too.

My Dad always did have a kind heart but also had a bad temper...he was a bit abusive....after he and my mom got divorced my step dad was initially very abusive also...as I grew older my communication with my grandpa deteriorated to the point where we could not be together with no argument taking place...over the years I have been in many fights in the family due to some argument happening and somehow escalating very quickly....

So i became very very withdrawn....Got in a lot of fights in elementary with all the bullying...in Junior High I did a lot of dumb stuff seeking acceptance....never have really fit in any one social group...Stuff started getting better in Junior year High School...

When I was little I had sever ear problems...multiple tube surgeries...ear plugs...I was sick a lot when I was younger too..usually always had some sinus infection or the like...

At times I have contemplated both suicide and murder but do not have the heart to carry out either. In all the fights I have been in and all the trouble I have caused in my heart I always longed for peace through it all. My mom and dad argued wayyy too much....And I was whooped...liked whooped...soooo much and it never did anything at all but inflict pain.

So I have been very withdrawn and very depressed a complete social outcast bullied not had the best of times with my family....oh and my little sister and me never really got along well...fought with her a lot...my dog that was in the house longer than I was died when I was younger too...very nice dog...died of old age and severe oral issues...saw it coming at least a year off....And many many daycares and churches have shunned me and been places where I was bullied and not accepted in the least.

My family has been uber broke a few times....like food stamps and literally not even able to live from paycheck to paycheck eating all the dirt cheap generic brand food...Lots of rough stuff has happened to different members of my family and it tended to always be a roller coaster too...one person gets over something and then the next gets into things....

Was kicked out of one daycare for jumping upper cutting a girl that made fun of me for bed-wetting. The daycare I went to pre-k at has not even been there as a building for soooo long now...So I have a wealth of actual sense and I have always had a optimistic outlook and the determination to press on or at least hold out in the darkest days of my life.

Sense leads to paying attention and actually learning in school...and tougher classes and hard teachers from that...So anyway...I do not typically tell stories in chronological order....

Now I am living in an apartment and I have the rent and my food payed for---that is most likely karma....it is a crazy check after all...My step dad and I get along great now--he was drinking a lot at first. I am no longer on any pills and I have learned how to handle myself socially and being off all the pills has brought back my energy and my more cheerful state of mind. In the last 6 months or so I have been losing a lot of weight and eating more healthily and being more active and such....like a lot of weight. I am not withdrawn or depressed anymore. I have grown to accept who I am and that I am different than all those around me socially and from that I was one of the most popular and loved students in my graduating class in High School. I have numerous acquaintances but very few close friends. My family is doing decently now financially...I severely admire my mom for all she does for us.

So my life is pretty alright now. Things are much smoother. Enlightenment really does come full circle...right now I do not have that much to do but I cba to get a job...I have learned enough about the world and the deep things to know that it really does not matter in these days...

There is still one thing missing though...that girl that moved away mid-3rd grade....I never have been able to ever forget her and I am not good with names at all. Our friendship was just so pure and right..I never have gave up the hope that we would be reunited.

Oh....4th grade was hell....and the internet always has been the one place i could find friends and acceptance..

Thanks for reading to any that actually read all of this.

And my name is Mason Word...so every time I Google it I get freemason BS.

[Qoolioz]

YOU WANT TO HEAR MY STORY!

I'm Qoolioz, also known as DJ KOPA. I'm 17 years old, going 18 this coming May 5. I enjoy making music, started a few months ago. I live in Yokohama, Japan and lived in Japan for more than 10 years, but in different regions. I'm not full Japanese, however, I'm half-Japanese half-American. My father works for the Department of Defense as a civilian. I enjoy listening to electronic music, especially techno and trance. I occasionally watch anime, though I love the artworks and such, just never had the time to watch a series. I love video games, though the only video game I only play is Call of Duty lol. Again, I've been making music for about a few months and enjoyed it, even though it can be frustrating coming up with an inspiration. I consider myself smart, but lazy, as in I hardly do my homework. I love American foods, even though it's very fatning for me. I also love Japanese foods such as curry, sushi, and Gyudon (beef-bowl). My favorite sushi is Unagi (eel) LOVE THAT SHIZ! I drink a lot of soda, but I'm starting to enjoy water more lol. That's pretty much it. I love the people in this community, which is why I'm still active :)

If you have Xbox LIve and Call of Duty: Black Ops 2, feel free to add me and play with me :3
GT: DJ KOPA