Hey guys...so basically, I made this blog for you to all vent...yea...so...err...if you have anything you'd like to add, I'll add it..just comment it. So..yeah..byee.
Anon:
I have next to no friends in real life. People keep telling me, "make friends", but it's hard, because I'm not exactly the most friendliest person on earth. A lot of people tease me or whatever, and it hurts. They say they're just joking, but I doubt it. Even the people I hang out with don't really like me. This wiki, though, kept me going. And thank you, VW.
I was born three months premature, I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for the doctors....growing up I had it hard, I've been depressed for the longest time....then in 2010 I found out about Victorious, and like my life started to changed. I loved the show so much. Then I found this wiki, and met you guys. I was actually happy. Then things started going downhill fast. My grandma died, my three cousins died, so did my uncle. I sank back into depression, started cutting, and then other stuff like my aunt getting death threats....then I lost my brother and I just couldn't take it anymore. I tried to kill myself but I couldn't because of you guys. But now I just don't know. I'm really considering it...I just don't know. But I can't do this anymore. I wanna be free.
My mom died in 9/11 when I was 3, and a couple days after that, my Dad got a new girlfriend. He's forcing me to be a doctor but I don't want to be a doctor, I want to play soccer, that's my passion. My best friend is in love with me and school is just hard. Life is hard.
Since the day I was born my dad has cheated on my mom because I wasn't the "perfect child". From the age of 5-7 I had to listen to my parents fighting everyday. I was bullied all the time at school, people hated me. I've developed depression, I hate myself, my family hates me. I have thought of suicide many, many times. But, I mean I have one person I can talk to because she understands how I have felt in the past. Yeah, I'm still hated but I mean I'm used to it. I'm slowly becoming better but I still have my ups and downs.If it wasn't for the few real friends I have, I wouldn't be alive right now...I hope you don't judge me by this but if you do, go ahead.
Ever since I was 12 I have had Asperger's Sydrome and it affects the way I interact with people in real life and I have told my dad but he just doesn't understand how I get extra help in school. and I just feel hopless and want to cry my eyes out but I'm so grateful I have my mom because she understands me and what I go through everyday in school. When I was 6 years old I was at a party and I was sitting with my uncle then he molested me by going in my pants and touching my private part.
I went through alot when I was younger. Alot. I have to admit, I'm shocked I went through it. Constant times I was unsure what gender I was. Who I wanted to be. My dad never helped. He hated me. He left one day, and I lost all faith in myself, but I still had my brother. He helped me get through everything. But one day, he died. In a bad car accident. I couldn't even function correct. There were so much moments where I kept saying "What point is there in living?" Then I realized something: You all have a point in life. You all matter. There will always be SOMEONE who will be hurt by the bad choices you make. You can be hurt. But don't hurt others. Don't make them feel the way you did. That's what I learned. We're all amazing in our own why. Why throw that away, when you have so much to look forward to in life?
I was born with ADHD and Epilepsy. I had seizures when I was little, and I stopped having them in 2nd grade. ADHD is hard for me. I'm currently flunking most of my classes, and I have to go do testing this Monday and next Friday for 6 hours, and I'm scared. I lost 2 siblings a longgg time ago, but it was sad. I got bullied a lot, and it lead to cutting. I'm in treatment for that every other month, but it's hard. I've had to throw up my Christmas and Thanksgiving dinners in order to feel skinny..I feel ugly even though I know everyone's beautiful. My parents are slowly dying in front of my eyes. Before I joined the internet, I thought I was alone..but I've met amazing people here who have kept me strong, and I can't thank you enough. Seriously, thank you so much..you mean a lot...
People think I have a perfect life- a good family, a boyfriend, good grades, etc. However, if anyone knew the emotions I feel on a daily basis, they would think otherwise. I'm constantly treated differently because I'm shy and socially awkward. The boys called me "Jmags" in middle school, my gymnastics teammates made me look like a fool constantly, and my coworkers at work take advantage of me. The first two incidents made me become an agnostic and I cried myself to sleep every night, wondering why God would put me through this torture. I'm very insecure and a huge perfectionist- if I disappoint someone or get bad grades, I will beat myself up for it and get really depressed. People don't get me. My friends give me weird looks every day. I have no self-esteem. I freak out and am constantly paranoid because of the daily stress I deal with. I feel like a screw-up half the time because I make so many (stupid) mistakes. But thanks to you guys here and on fanfiction, I don't feel like a screw-up and it really means a lot to me.
Madz:
So let's started from twelve years ago, the beginning of school (or actually, preschool). I don't remember preschool or anything, but my mom keeps telling me stories about what I was like back then, so I guess I have enough information to know that I was the most annoying little bug there. I've always been REALLY tall for my age, which made me really socially awkward and stuff. Then came that time when my mom cut all my hair off and made me bald. I wore a hat everyday to school, until one day my teacher brought me to the front of the class, and she took off my hat and she put it on, and literally everyone in the class started laughing at me. I guess it is funny when you're the one watching, isn't it? Now let's go a little further in time and come to second grade, and in this grade I lived in India. Now I don't remember much of second grade either, but I remember some parts because they were just horrible, and it's always the horrible moments that you tend to remember later on in your life. I had friends in the beginning of that year, but soon things started to change. Idk which one came first, or if they both came on the same day, but two girls joined our class. One was from Canada and one was from Chicago. I was really excited that they'd joined our school, and I was really friendly to them and all. I wonder why I was so blind back then, because the girl from Canada was a complete brat (although now she's much nicer) and the girl from Chicago was just plain nasty. Then I heard that she would be in my bus, and the class teacher told me to stay with her in the bus, and I did exactly that. So first we were really friendly to each other and stuff, but then we had a fight (which was pretty um rough, so you might not want to hear about the many ways in which seven year olds can scratch you) which didn't end well. So we avoided each other, and strangely, we're pretty much best friends now and it turns out we're really alike. There was also another girl in second grade, I think. And she turned out the be the worst in the end. She cried on her first day, and she was really bratty, and she was a complete crybaby, and everyone was like "awww" when she cried, but she just seemed like a completely fake person whose only intention was to get people to like her by feeling sorry for her, which was imho just not right. Then, she judged me. Without even getting to know me. She spread rumors about me without getting to know me, and she had this fake smile on her face all the time, and everyone totally loved her, but they couldn't see through her smiles, could they? They didn't understand what she was like actually. I mean, it's always me who's misjudged, after being all nice and friendly, and I think that's just really unfair. Which is why, three years later, in fifth grade, I stopped all this "being nice" business. I changed my attitude, appearance, and my behavior completely. I started dressing like a boy, and I never wore a dress. And that was probably the biggest mistake I've ever made in my life. My friends started turning against me because of the choices I made, because I changed. And now I don't regret it, because it has made me stronger, but at that time I was pretty sad. So I wrote an email to that Canadian girl I mentioned earlier (because we'd become friends over a period of time) explaining how I felt totally left out and how I didn't feel like I was in their "clique" anymore. So she said she was really sorry, and that she still loved me and cared about me, but the girl from Chicago (who I mentioned earlier) had told her to stay away from me because SHE didn't like me. So I was like, it's okay. And I tried to make up for everything. Which I finally did, a few months later. We sortof talked about it, and now we're happy. Now let's move on to the year after that. Basically, after that there was no huge drama or anything, but I was ignored a lot more often, and then I got these terrible marks in Maths, just because I made one mistake. I had literally no true friends who I could depend on at that point, because the second our teacher announced the marks, it was like literally "BOOM!" and everyone was like "WHAT?!" because, although I don't really want to brag, I've always been one of the best in my class at Maths, so it was a bit of a shock for everyone. After that EVERYONE ignored me and no one wanted to sit next to me in class, and more than half the time I was completely lonely and alone, with no one to talk to, no one to depend on, all because of one mistake I made. Then, finally, it was moving time. I said goodbye to all my friends in India, and I left for the U.S. (If you don't know this already, I am part Indian. So if you have anything against us, you should stay away from me.) So first of all, I was ignored ALL THE TIME, and no one spoke to me at all. They started teasing me because my skin's a shade darker than theirs, and because of who I am. And that's when I started cutting. Yes, I started cutting way back then, and I still do cut myself. First it wasn't that bad and my cuts were tiny, because I was afraid of seeing my blood, but now I'm okay with it. Up to this day I haven't stopped. Last year I found this wiki. For a while I stalked it, but then I decided, "Hey, let me make an account here or somt, that'll be fun!" and so that's what I did, and you people have changed my life here, completely. And I'm glad I found this place, because I don't feel lonely anymore like I used to. And there are a lot of people I can relate to, who've helped me out, been there when I needed them. And though they might not know this... there are certain people who have helped me a lot, and haven't ever hurt me. So I thank them and I thank you all for what you've done. I've got so many friends here, and I doubt I'm going to leave any time soon.
Moe:
Everyone thinks that I have the best life ever, because I'm smart (sorry if that's bragging), I'm a starter on our schol's basketball team, I'm first chair clarinet in band, and I'm in NHS. But they're wrong. My parents put so much presure on me to be perfect and if I'm not, they make me feel like I fail, and there's always so much "You're smarter than this, is this realy your best work, did you really try, we're paying for your education, blah blah blah." They don't understand that I'm a teenager and I need some time to BE a teenager. To hang out with my cousins and text people and go to the movies and have sleepovers and maybe, just maybe, wear what I want (ya know, if it ever becomes legal to to make jeans in a size 7 long). Maybe I could get a Twitter, or a Facebook, or even an Instagram. But nooo.
Anyways, life at school isn't so great either. My "friends" really, now that I'm thinking about it, aren't that nice of people. They gossip, and "OH MY GOD did you see her jeans, she wore them two days ago", and, yeah, they're that kind of people. They're pretty mean to me, too. Me: "Oh, shoot, I only got an 80. My parents are gonna be so mad." Other: "Just shut up, Maggie, because I did way worse. Everyone knows you're smart, so stop rubbing your 80 in everyone's face. And stop saying how you're gonna be in all honors classes next year, because, really, no one cares." Note: I have mentioned that once, because I just found out Friday. xP Everyone also makes fun of me because I'm freakishly tall, I'm shy, and kind of socially awkward, but it's not as bad as it was. But on here, I feel so much better, and I forget everything. Thank you, everyone, especially mah lovely triplets :) I love you all <3
P.S. I know that compared to some people, my life sounds like a piece of cake.
P.P.S. If you're having problems, try writing. It works for me :)
Well in school I wasn't that popular in Primary School but Secondary School I was all right but I felt scared of being in a new school. In school,when I was young (It's called Primary school in the UK) I was bullied by people but I had my best friend who I didn't really like at that much since we got into arguments and like we would not be friends but we would make up like somehow.During the last year of primary,I thought I would struggle without my friend but I kinda got through it all and I made some new friends of who I knew.
Then When I started High School,I thought that I be ok and make new friends but people were mean to me in the first 2 years and I made alot of friends over the years but sometimes they don't really like each other and hang out with others,but I don't really get involved in all this rubbish they had.I tend to get on with my classmates at school but i kinda had a fight once but somehow i scratched his ear and it was bleeding (I felt bad but he hurt me so...) .
I do have a good time at home when I was small but my parents always shouted at me and hit me (not like abuse me) but my sister always hits me alot now a days,but I tend to ignore it.Sometimes I usally have fights with my siblings since they can be annoying towards me but we hardly have any good times due to everyone has school work and is like real busy and stuff.
Thanks for reading :D
2 years ago it was after summer holidays i moved to fort meyrs from hollywood florida..well in my new school people used to make fun of me and they threaten to beat me up if i do not smoke i school..and i did the wrong move and smoked...then the next day the gang who threatened to hit me told a teacher i was smoking...i was in serious trouble...then people thier hated me and they think im the only one thier that smokes...they used to spray paint the toilet...Alex is diagnosed.... and i sit alone all the time...i told my parents everything and they sended me to a diffrent school and i felt alot better and it was the toughest time of my life....
It all started when I was born
August 13,1999.
My mom named me Kaitlyn Elee Ellis.
I didnt no my mom, Til I was five.
I started getting these pimples on my face.
I wanted to kill myself.
Then, I went to this man who is a dermatologist. He made my face a little better.
But then, He gave me a cream that made my face 400000000x WORST.
So, He put this thing on called "CHEMICAL PEELER" .
Luckily, Nobody makes fun of me at school.
I have to put on creams that take the pimples off.
I lost all pets (except my bird,Perry).
Pfft...
And you think your ugly.
That's my story.
And, like Jess, people think I have a perfect life. Cuz I pass all my all my tests, Im smart and I never get left back. I dont have a perfect life cuz my aunt has fights with my nana ( my grandmother) all the time. She send my mom to jail when I was at school. I wanted to KILL her. She makes new credit card and puts it in my nanas name. I just feel like I hate her, but I cant cuz shes my own fleshing blood.
I always had some problems with my friends. It changed a lot. Always is something wrong after a while even if I thought finally is everything okay again. Every august I go to a country visiting my family in the holidays and have no contact with my friends at that time. My friends kinda started all fighting and idk. Always is there drama. Then of course some people being mean and yea the problems are kinda everywhere. And sometimes problems with my family but yea whatever ... I can't change it anyway! But I'm really glad I found this wiki I have here many friends and everyone is nice.
Thank you all so much :)
Today at Sunday school, I was at a new church. My friends from school go there. Nobody bothered to sit with me. Nobody wants to sit with me at school or anywhere. I thought I had friends, but I can't trust anyone and I can't find a place where everyone is friendly and nobody ignores anyone. I have terrible acne. I'm going through what a regular female goes through. I only have one true friend who's always by my side. I make new friends at school, and I knew them really well. But after a while, they start ignoring me. Every girl at school ignores me and makes me feel like a loser with no life. I really am ugly in real life. I have a disturbing voice and I have horrible stage fright. My grandpa died on September 9, 2011 an hour after school. He was in a car accident. I knew he was gonna die, but my mom, dad, and grandma didn't believe me. After my dad and grandma came back from the hospital, it turns out I was right. My grandma is super bossy and does my hair and picks out clothes for me. I can't do anything on my own. I don't even have a dog or siblings, just a fish that I've had for over 5 months. I wish I could just pause to a time when everyone's happy. I have dormanted asthma. The last time I had an asthma attack was when I was 5, and I remember cuz I had to use a breathing machine.
ok i see gia didnt want me to put it on this blog but i just wrote her name to annoy her anyway
My life hasn't been terrible but it's not exactly the best either. The bad stuff hasn't really happened to me but rather to the people I really care about. But that can still affect you a lot. In my childhood (basically primary school), I received the normal bullying; boys teasing me and all that. I have freckles and back when I was really young I had really orange hair (it's kinda brownish now). So of course I was bullied for having freckles and still to this day, I'm teased for the colour of my hair.
I didn't really let that affect me though. I knew to ignore them. There was this boy who bullied me A LOT. He even punched me once. So, boys and I didn't really get along at all. In grade 6, of course there was the stupid "popular" group of girls who went around making everyone feel like crap -_- At lunch they always came around to my group for no reason and started being rude to us but we just fought back really xD So that's been my primary school life. At home, I was always scared of my dad (I'm using past tense here because it's not really like that anymore). Whenever I did something wrong, he'd come and smack me and make me cry and all that. I was absolutely terrified of him and his shouting voice is freakin scary o.o I'm still kinda scared of him but because I'm 14 I now not to step out of line now.
Now onto the hard stuff. When my sister was in grade 8, she had this friend but then her friend turned into a b*tch so my sister got all depressed. She came to me and told me that she wanted to be friends with the girl again. Her method of doing this was to put marks on her arms and hurt herself so she could go to the girl and say "please be my friend again, look what I've done" and all that crap. I thought her plan was so utterly stupid but she made me not tell mum. I was still little, I was 10 years old...but I shouldv'e had the common sense to not do this. I hate myself for not telling. I should said something. I'm pretty sure it's my fault that she is the way she is today. I'm actually shaking as I write this because I'm remembering it all. She basically cut herself in front of me. And because I was 10 at the time it kinda traumatised me.
My mum found out eventually. She didn't really get mad at me though. I think I deserved to be punched for not telling her something so serious. Oh and just so you know, the stupid girl was still a b*tch and is to this day. My sister started to cut (for different reasons). She had to go to the hospital twice because of the deepness. When I started going to highschool (the same one as my sister), my mum told me to keep an eye on her...but even with me there, she still managed to do it somehow. Whenever I was in class she would have free periods and I would never know what she was doing. I really hope this year is better. I think my sister has stopped now because she went to this Christian camp thing and I think it really changed her.
Everything in my life changed when I was 7. That was when my dad died. He was in the military, and he died while fighting in Afghanistan, I believe. I don't remember a lot from that time, because I tried to block out a lot. Even though I was young, I was severely depressed. It's kind of hard talking to your dad one day and then the next he's gone, ya know? My dad was my best friend. I would take every oppurtunity I could to talk to him. Any time he was home, we would have a daddy-daughter hangout. I took the death of him the hardest out of my family, besides my mom. My mom was extremely depressed and started taking depression meds to help, but they didn't. A year after his death, my mom left me and my brothers with my aunt and didn't tell us where she went. She said she couldn't take staying in our house anymore because of the memories of my dad. We tried to convince her to stay and we could move or something, but nothing worked. She left us, and said she was never coming back. She never calls, visits, or anything. The last thing I said to her was, "Mommy, please don't leave. I love you!" And she walked out the door. After that, I became even MORE depressed. (If that was even possible.) I started thinking, "Why did this happen to me? I've never done anything HORRIBLE." "I guess the only reason this happened is because God hates me." Think about it. An 8 year old child losing both of her parents in 1 year? Does that seem fair to you? It didn't to me.
3 years had passed since my mom left and my dad died. I was 11. On the outside, I seemed like a normal kid. I got good grades, I played soccer, I pretended like I was happy. It seemed like I had a good life. But, I was a completely different person when no one else was around. I was cutting. I cried myself to sleep every night. I hated myself because I felt like I hadn't done enough to keep my mom from leaving. I almost killed myself 3 times, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. No one in the entire world knew what I was doing, not even my brothers. Except for one. Jay. He was the only one who understood me. He would make me laugh and smile for real. He is the actual reason I didn't kill myself.
1 year after that, my life changed again. I had stopped cutting myself, I had stopped thinking suicidal thoughts, I was actually happy. Until Jay told me he was joining the military. I was so afraid he would die like my dad did. I begged him not to go, but he said it was something he really wanted to do and he joined. It was so different without him. He would get to call every once in a while, but it wasn't enough. I needed him with me. I thought I would sink back into depression and start cutting again. Thank God I didn't.
It has now been 7 years since my dad died, 6 years since my mom left, and 2 years since my brother joined the military. I haven't wanted to kill myself or cut myself in 2 years. I am a truly happy person now. I pray every night for Jay's safety. I still don't get to talk to him a lot, but that's okay because I have my other 3 brothers and my awesome friends who I wouldn't trade for the world. And there's one thing I've realized about all of this: It's made me a stronger person.
wow. ok. i wrote a lot :o i rlly had to get that off my chest tho. i was crying while writing this, but i just had to say it. thanks for reading :) i love you all and i don't know what i'd do without you.
When I was born, I wasn't crying. The doctors thought I was a stillborn, but it turns out I wasn't. If it wasn't for them, I probably wouldn't be alive. About 5 months after I was born, my mom noticed a strange red mark on the side of my face. As time passed, it got bigger. My mom took me to the doctor. They found out it was a tumor. Since this was very close to my right eye, there was a chance that I could possibly loose my sight in my right eye. 4 months after, I went to the doctor and got it removed. When I was four, I had another surgery to fix it. About a year after, another hemangioma (a type of tumor) started to grow on my right side of my stomach. Got that removed. Lets skip ahead. When I was in third grade, my dad had to go work in another state, which means that I could only see him every 4 months for 4 days at a time. I would stay up nights crying because I missed him. Being only 8 at the time, I missed him dearly. Also at that time, I was being bullied. My mom and I began to start to disagree, and later on, we starting fighting. It was now 5th grade. My mom and I were fighting almost everyday, my dad was still gone, and the bullying had gotten worse. My mom would tease me and mock me. She would curse a lot which I didn't like. I began to think about killing myself. I began to also have panic attacks. All I wanted was for everything to be okay. 4 years have passed. I was now 15. Everything had crashed. I had no friends, the stress of dating was on me, my grades started to fall, and nobody understood me. The only person that understood me, was my cousin. She would always be there for me. She knew everything that was happening. I will never forget her words, 'Samantha, it's going to be okay. Hang in there. I love you.' When she said those words, I burst out crying and hugged her. Finally, this is what I had hoped for. Things were finally getting back to normal. Little did I know. 1 year later. I was 16. It was 4th of July. My dad was home. Something (I forgot what) made me upset. It was one of those things that I couldn't explain. My dad got extremely upset at me when I said, "I don't know." when he asked me what was wrong. He started to curse and call me names. I started screaming as he hit me and cursed at me. After that, I began to cut. I almost committed. But, things got better. After that, I began to learn very important lessons. Never take life for granted, because life is beautiful. After that, I made friends and starting to bring my grades up. The bullies are now gone. Here I am. Almost 1 year later. Even though things might be really tough, you gotta push right through. It will be all worth it in the end. And always remember. I love you. You are victorious. -Samantha
I have a twin sister (She has a wikia acount: Wildsidefan77) and we are very identical. My mum is always telling stories about how we were 6 weeks premeture (bad speller) and how if we didn't get out within 3 days; we would have been siamise (stuck together) Luckily, a guy from Italy demanded to have us out, and me and my twin were cut out of her stomach. When the doctors got us out, our embillical cords were double notted and platted. The story goes on and on, and we ended up being only 1 minute apart. That's how close we are. It's just my mum tells everyone the story, and it's kind of embarrassing. So yeah. Megs
Everyone in my class thinks I'm spoilt because I have a few Apple products and I get quite a bit of pocket money off of my father. Some people laugh at me because of the way I talk (I can't pronounce x or s). I only have 3 friends that I can clearly say are my friends, and they're all guys. People openly tell me that they dislike me, and call me fat. My parents always expect such high standards of me because I'm supposed get all As when I take some tests in a few years. They yell at me when I don't get maths. They made me stay away from one of my friends because 'he was a bad example'. They yell at me for never leaving my bedroom. I'm weird and I never feel like anyone understands me. And on top of all this, I'm hopelessly falling for one of my friends who's just perfect but he'd never like me that way.
Well my life sounds much better compared to most of these stories, but I will go on anyway. Let's see... My parents expect way too much out of me. I admit to being smart, and learning just comes easily to me. EXCEPT for Math. Math used to be my best subject until around middle school. I was a math level above, and still am. And to this day I regret skipping a level. My parents get angry at me because of my low (still passing) Math grade, even though every other class is an A, and I have a GPA over 4. They even complained that I had an A- in a class. My dad was literally the smartest kid throughout his school years, so I guess he expects me to be the same. My mom is very annoying (though I love her) and can act outright mean most of the time. Luckily my dad is more laid back (excluding grades). I stress way too much. That's mostly due to family pressure. My sister is a popular middle school cheerleader who thinks I am a loser because I don't text 23 people every day and judge others.
Outside of immediate family, I have my cousins, relatives, etc.
I have only seen one of my uncles for about 2 years in my life. He has spent the other time in jail. I was too young before to remember him though. His first crime was, I believe, involving drugs. But he was definitely over-sentenced. His second crime was one he didn't comitte. His girlfriend at the time framed him of attacking her. He was actually the one attacked. But the jury found him guilty, due to the stereo-type that a woman wouldn't attack a man. And it probably didn't help that he had a criminal record before.
I have a cousin who was enlisted into Afghanistan. I have another cousin with severe autism. Most of my relatives don't understand me. Three of my grandparents died before I was born, and the other one had a stroke when I was 11, and then died. My parents make me feel stressed over finances because of how much they go on about it, yet my mom wants to buy a BEACH HOUSE. Even when our normal house is still being paid off with a mortgage! I have had whooping cough, pnemonia, and swine flu. Almost none of my friends are guys, so I feel judged when I am at school and hanging out with mostly girls. And since they are mostly girls, I can't hang out with them as much because I am afriad my parents will judge me. My best friend (a girl) seems less and less like me everytime I see her. She doesn't go to the same school as me, so we can only meet once a month.
I still don't know what I want to do in the long run. I feel like everything I enjoy doing is either a one-in-a-million shot, or what I enjoy doing has no specific field I could go into. I am only a freshman, but people are already asking me what college I want to go to. I am worried about what I will do in my future.
I was born with health problems. I had to have open heart surgery and I almost died. When I was growing up, I kept on getting dizzy after every nap in Pre-K and Kindergarten. Everybody looks at me like I'm just a weird person that doesn't belong on this planet. Even my friends do that. My family calls me a brat just because I got an iPad, iPod, and a computer. My mom yells at me and says I ruin her life and...my dad comes over and he pulls my hair, pinches me, and he hits me like I'm a sock puppet. My brother makes fun of me and calls me a baby whenever I am mad. Gosh, just writing this makes me tear up. I have a feeling that I'm gonna end up like Jade and be mad at the world and hate my family because I'm sort of starting to do that. Some of you have it alot easier than me.
Let's face it! I'M WEIRD! I used to get bullied for being crazy all the time but actually lately the weirdness is working for me! Lol! And actually I'm thinking of becoming some kind of improv comedian. My dream is to be on SNL. Tons of people have told me I'm perfect to be on that show. Attractive... Um I haven't been called beautiful or pretty like at all because on social networks all my photos of me are the weirdest faces you've ever seen. So I guess happy ending?
And bullies? Yes... But there's too many stories to tell that it would probably take you a week to read the whole comment so let's just skip that subject.
Other random things: when I get home from school I cry A LOT! I think I have some kind of depression. I've been getting these voices in my head that are starting to freak me out. They say " If you don't touch that desk your puppy dies" or something like that.
Look I really don't want to go on and on complaining about my life because it will just make me think its worse which it's not! So yeah! I'm happy :)
When I was younger, my parents fought a lot. My mum never really wanted to get married to my dad, but my grandma forced my mum to do so. My dad is “rich” and my grandma is greedy. Before they got married, my dad was really nice to my mum. Once he did cheat on her, but he promised he would never do that again, so my mum made the stupidest decision of her life and forgave him.
Anyway, as I said, my grandma forced my mum to marry my dad. So, she did. On the day of marriage, my dad yelled at my mum to take off all her presents (jewellery) and give it to him. Everyone just sat there and watched, not caring at all.
My parents never get along. Sometimes, I wonder why they even chose to make me. I can’t even imagine them smiling at each other. One week before was born, he asked his friends if it was possible to make the doctor kill my mum when she was giving birth. When I was really young, I slept in the same room as my mum. I would often wake up in the middle of the night and see my mum crying next to me with my dad next to her yelling at her for no reason.
I have never lived with my dad before so I don’t see him a lot. But when I do see him, my mum is usually there with me. And when my parents are in the same room, my dad always finds something stupid to yell about. For example, he yelled at my mum for walking too fast and for making him soup. He claims he would rather drink water than soup. He liked the soup; he just wanted to yell at my mum for no reason. Their fights don’t always go so well. It is sometimes quite violent as well. My dad once threw the telephone and smashed it into pieces. It was just because he was scared my mum would call his mum and tell her that my dad was a huge jerk. Their arguments often lead to my mum wanting to jump off the balcony and commit suicide. I remember when I was about 6 and I was grabbing my mum’s arm trying to tell her to calm down and not commit suicide.
Remember, how I said before they got married my dad cheated on her and that he promised he would never do that. Well, he did not keep that promise. He once was showing off because he had 4 girlfriends. He said that any rich guy like him has about 7-8 girlfriends. But he only had 4 so he thought it wasn’t enough. He has also told my mum before that he already had another family and that he wouldn’t care about us anymore. Other times, my dad denied he cheats and says he had never said that. However, my mum and I both know he was lying. I’ve seen a photo of my dad getting married to another woman and my mum has often seen boxes of condoms in his bag.
Right now, my parents don’t fight as much because I don’t see my dad anymore. I haven’t seen him in over a year. However, he wants to see me. So, I have to keep hiding from him and his family. I always worry that when I go outside, he will be there waiting for me.
I’m going to now talk about how I was bullied in school. I have been to three schools and I have been bullied at two of them. My first school was my primary school. In prep (also known as reception or preschool), a girl use to call me names. She called me a germ and would always look for an opportunity to bully me. She often made racist comments about me.
In Year 1, a group of boys use to come up to me every day and say they would kill me. At first, I thought they were just being stupid and I ignored them. But they would not stop threatening to kill me. Soon, that got me really scared and I kept thinking they would kill me in my sleep. At night, I would worry about them spying on me at home, ready to kill me.
In Year 4, the girl that bullied me in Prep came back. She bullied me and my friends. She excluded us and would often tease us.
In Year 6, things went downhill. Some boys in my class would purposely annoy me. They often talked behind my back. Literally!! They were often talking about me when I was right next to them. The things they were talking about were often inappropriate and things they should not be worrying about. That year, my family went from bad to worse. My parents fought more than ever!! My dad owed the bank lots of money and if he didn’t pay the debt, my mum and I would be homeless. He said that when we were homeless, he would leave my mum to die and take me to live with him. At the same time, we were in danger because a gang of strangers kept spying on us. Long story…
In Year 7, I changed school and there was a new bully. He bullied me from the first week of school. He called me names and once even kicked me. He made a huge fuss when he accidentally touched my things.
So now, I just live with my mum. No one in my family cares about us because they are all greedy and mean. They just want money. The only person I can trust and depend on is my mum. But she is getting older and her health is going downhill. In a few years, I wonder if she will even be with me. What will happen if she leaves? If I live with my relatives, they’ll just take all my money away and ignore me.
So, there is my life story. Sorry if some parts don’t make sense. I had to cut some bits out because it was too personal. Sorry, if you think some parts were a little too much information.
When I was younger, I used to be really chubby. I was bullied all throughout elementary school for it. I was beat up a lot, and I only had about three friends. It made me feel really bad about myself.
Once I got to junior high, things started to get better, but I was still being treated like crap. During the summer after sixth grade, I began to starve myself. I ate when I needed to, and that was it. Sometimes, I'd get weak and eat a bunch of junk food, but I immediately went into the bathroom and threw it all up. This went on for about about eight months. People began to treat me better, which I thought would help, but it didn't. I didn't really see it as a problem until it became too noticeable. My hair was losing it's color, and my skin was getting too pale. I felt weak all the time. It was terrible, and I soon stopped. It was hard, because I didn't want to fall back into the routine of eating too much, but I managed.
It's been four years. I'm healthy, now. Since then, I've made a lot of new friends who like me for my personality, not the size of my stomach. Sometimes, I still feel the urge to throw up, but I never do. No one knows about what happened except for a few of my close friends.
For anyone who's going through the same thing or is feeling pressured to, don't. It doesn't solve anything. You have to learn to accept yourself if you ever truly want to love yourself. Find friends who will accept you, too. They're out there. Trust me.
~ Kelsi
I'm a nobody at school. I hardly have any friends but I have one real-life best friend. I found out about Victorious and searched on it on Google, and I found this wiki. I made friends with alot of people, sometimes I even think my internet life is even more better than my real life.
Like Jess, people think I have a perfect life. I never fail in school and I'm a grammar freak (yeah, I like correcting sentences). My life started to change once I joined Wikia.
So if you can relate to anyone, just leave comment or leave a message on their walls. If you want to be put on this blog, just comment, or leave me a message and we can schedule a time to come on chat and PM...kay, well that's it. Love you ♥
~Cara
You still have to squeeze into your jeans but you're perfeect to me ♥