I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but it sucks. I feel like a huge bitch for saying that. And the problem isn’t even really happening to me. But I still feel the effects.
My little sister has depression. And I feel like it’s ruining the whole family. Everyone is always so stressed trying to figure out how to help her, how to deal with it. We all want to, we just don’t know how. All she ever does is yell at people, and if you ever try to talk to her, her only response is some bitchy comment. I love her, but I hate what she is doing. She yells at my mom all the time, and I hate it. All I want to do is leave the house, to get away. But I can’t. I try to stay strong. I know I can’t run, I need to stay, and try and be supportive, but it’s so hard with how she acts. No one wants to be around her, then she complains about it and yells more. I want to yell back, but that wouldn’t help anything, would it?
All her Facebook status’ are always about death and sadness. Suffering and how bad her life is. When it’s not bad at all. I just really wish she could see what life really is, instead of how she sees it.
I’m scared that when I leave to go back to school, she won’t be here when I come home.
My friends know that I don’t really watch movies but no one knows why I’m so particular. First of all, I don’t like to make myself sad. I’m sad enough as it is so I certainly don’t need any help. Secondly, I’m afraid there will be loud, sudden noises in these movies. And while it doesn’t help that I’m naturally sort of a squeamish, a few years ago I realized that I sometimes flinched when I was surprised by loud sounds or sudden actions during movies. My father used to beat me and there’s that suspense like in the movies… you never quite know when it’s going to happen, when it’s going to get very, very bad. I just don’t want my involuntary actions to betray this dirty little secret.
My dog died a week ago. Along with the pain and sadness of losing a member of my family who didn’t judge me, laugh at me, or verbally abuse me, it made me realize that I could never become a genuine Christian. I could never believe in a God that keeps your family, friends, and loved ones hostage so that if you’re not good and live up to His expectations you never see them ever again.
My best friend is a born-again Christian. He and I often get into very involved discussions (I’m a science person). To tell the truth though, I envy him. He used to be the most volatile person before he “got religion”, and he appears very happy. Am I a bad person because I miss that volatile side?
When I was 10 My dad died of a heart attack. My mom raised me all by herself. I thought she would always be around. I’m 27 now, she is my best friend. On March 1st, she was diagnosed with a cancerous brain tumor, out of no where. She is in hospice, and will probably die within the next week. I’m so sad to know that she is leaving me… I’m not sure if I can make it without her. I don’t really believe in god, but I’m thankful to whatever higher power there is for giving me two wonderful parents, and a mother who is so strong. I’m hoping she passed some of her strength and courage on to me… hopefully one day I will have a family of my own and will have daughters and can teach them to be independent, strong women…
Why do bad things happen to good people?
I’m 25 years old, I’m a Lawyer with a masters degree; I’m currently single, but I think I may be in love with my best friend, so I try not to think about it by studying and working overtime, but when I see her I can’t help but think how sad is it when you’re not loved back. You can have everything in this world, but not the thing you really want…