A Time to Vent and Come Clean

I want you guys to do me a favor. Whenever you need to vent, to just get everything bad in your life off your chest, put them in this chain story. Each chapter should be titled with your username, as I have done above. List off everything bad that has happened in your life. Be open; be yourself; express all the feelings you have about what happened; don't hold anything back. I'm trusting you, and you can trust me, too.


I have had a lot of bad things happen in my life, and I'm tired of the constant stress and pressure, past or present, building on my shoulders to the point it crushes me. Here's everything that's happened ever since I joined high school:

- My mom began to physically and verbally abuse me. She gets stressed out from work easily, and she even said so herself that I was her stress toy, so to speak. Whenever I don't do something she wants me to, sometimes she hits me. There have been numerous occasions where she's ranted about how my life is totally screwed up, insulted me to my face, called me a failure, and I couldn't do anything in return without getting chewed out even further.

- My dad verbally and emotionally abuses me. I want to be an author, as you all may know, so I'm working my was up the literature ladder. My dad, however, majored in math and science, and he wants me to make those my top priorities. He lectures me constantly about school, and basically says I should replace my friends with textbooks, that I should hang my test grades on the wall instead of memories with friends. He doesn't think being an author will make a good future. He discourages my biggest dream every day of my life, and I can't escape it.

- My sister is horrible. She's lazy, selfish, and uncaring. She doesn't do half the work I do around the house, and she somehow gets away with it. My parents don't punish her nearly as much as I do, though she's disobeyed them twice as much as I do. I've gotten blamed for my sister's screw-ups and mistakes on numerous occasions. And there's still nothing I can do about it.

- Most of you might know that I cut myself for the first time a few weeks ago. Part of it was because I missed my crush so much, that she didn't like me in return. The other part of it was that I almost hate love, for it seems to hate me. Here's why:
1) My first girlfriend cheated on me. Twice.
2) I had a girlfriend who was controlling, overprotective. She wanted to do everything with me, couldn't stand to be away from me, and grew jealous when I chatted with my guy friends. I was oblivious to this. The relationship continued for six months until she tried to.....use me. Sxually.
3) Another girlfriend of mine wasn't Christian. I try to stick to my religion as much as I can; it's hard, but somehow I manage fairly well. I went to a summer camp for my church and came back changed. I tried to convert my girlfriend to Christianity, to help her, if anything, but she refused. Ultimately, we broke up, but I didn't stop from trying to help her, in the least, because converting her wouldn't work. She got so fed up with me trying to help her that she said she could try me for verbal abuse and harassment and threatened to call the police on me. I still have nightmares about it, even though it was a year and a half ago.

- I'm depressed. School is killing me, my family sucks, and life seems impossible. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have suicidal thoughts. I'd also be lying if I said I haven't tried to commit suicide at least once. It hurts. To be this depressed. So much to the point that in typing this up right now I'm crying. I don't know how long I've been depressed. The feelings came up out of no where one day, and they just haven't gone away. That's why my poetry and writings and stories can be so sad. Why should the characters I create have a better life than I do? I give those characters people to love, the girl/boy of their dreams, and then I tear them away from them because they can't have what I may never have. That's part of the true origin of my writings.

This is me. These are my darkest secrets. These are some of the worst and biggest things that have happened in my life. And, as much as I hate to say it, there are plenty more to come, and, once again, there is nothing I can do about it.