Story time.
>Be me
>Be nine years old
>Parents split when I was four. Dad drinks and mom is a nymph.
>Lash out at school always getting in trouble and alienating my classmates.
>Through this all I had this one friend who was always there for me.
>His name was Justin.
>He could be reading this right now.
>Anyhow, that year was particularly bad. Dad started drinking even more and would constantly berate me and hit me in the head.
>It got so bad I tried to kill myself with a knife.
>I was a pussy and didn't follow through.
>Cops came and took me to a hospital to calm me down.
>Somehow don't go to a mental hospital.
>Hell, things at home got better.
>Parents suddenly were treating me nice.
>Gets excited and thinks that things have finally changed.
>Months later.
>Things got bad again.
>One day Justin and I are hanging out at my dads place.
>He rented the basement suite of this house that had its lawn backing off onto a small cliff in the woods.
>Not gonna bother explaining it further.
>Justin and I are chilling on this log overlooking the ledge.
>I had been feeling lime shit lately and nothing made me feel even the slightest bit of happiness.
>When Justin went inside I walked up to the ledge, crying like a little bitch.
>I just stood there for a few minutes.
>Justin comes back out sees me, and starts crying.
>He knew I had tried to kill myself before.
>He spends an hour talking me out of it.
Should I continue? There is still a shit ton left to tell.
Story time
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Only if it ends with you and Justin having sex
Continued. No one asked for it, but whatever I'm impatient.
>Fast forward three years
>Now twelve
>During December Justin and I started fighting with each other.
>Sounds gay, but there is no other way to put it.
>Myself and a few of our mates start ignoring Justin because he had gotten a girlfriend and we were jealous shitheads.
>Justin responds by telling almost everyone about the 'incident'
>People start making fun off me. Depression gets worse.
>Gets into a fight and beats the shit out of two classsmates.
>People start calling me a psychopath.
>Only manage to hold out through the year because of one guy who wasn't an asshole to me, unlike almost everyone else.
>Manages to make it to the end of the year.
>Barely.
Part three coming within an hour.
Yeah but it better be funny
Keep going user.
edgy
Part three, autists.
>Summer of that year I went to visit my dad.
>He had moved across the country.
>Don't know why I went to visits him. Probably because I thought he had changed.
>By then I'm thirteen
>After a few days of some father-son bonding, things go back to how they used to be.
>He starts hitting me again.
>One day he pulled down my pants, smacked me over the ass with his belt, then tried to rape me.
>If his wife hadn't arrived at that moment, my life would be much different.
>Hide in my room for a the final week before I go back west.
>fast forward to first days of grade eight.
>Things... haven't changed since last year.
>People either bully me, or are afraid of me.
>A couple alphas band together and hide a fake hit list in my bag.
>Framed me for being a school shooter.
>Got expelled.
>Sent to police station.
>Those fuckers pretty much ruined my life.
>After a while I go to another middle school.
>It's a in a rough neighbourhood, but this alpha for some reason, befriends my beta ass.
>No, not anal sex. Sup Forums you sometimes disgust me.
Okay, that's enough for one post. I'm gonna start writing part 4 right away though.
It’s been 10 minutes and I want more. Cmon OP, I believe in you.
Hurry up oo
Part four
>I had become much more reserved.
>The summer, and first few weeks of eighth grade at my old school had really changed me.
>life falls into a shitty routine.
>Wake up, go to school, don't talk to anyone, come home, play vidya, cry, sleep.
>Then only things good about school was this girl I liked.
>8/10 emo chick, with dirty blonde hair and an amazing smile.
>Whenever we made eye contact she would blush a little and look away.
>I wanted to make a move but, you know. Beta as fuck.
>Anyhow, I'll come back to her later.
>quick updates on where my life was at this point.
>Was ignoring my father entirety.
>didnt talk to anyone.
>Spent all my time playing vidya with my one friend from my old school. I'll refer to him as Coin.
>Back to the story
>This one guy had been harassing me for quite a while.
>Big lad, roughly six feet tall and 200 pounds of fat.
>One day he body slams me against the wall, throws me to the ground, and starts relentlessly pounding the back of my head in.
>My alpha 'friend' and another classmate pull him off me.
>That fag punches one of them and runs away like a bitch.
>Being the skinny, emofag I was, I'm still on the ground at this point, on the verge of tears.
>Goes to hospital for a check up after that beating, blah blah blah.
I'm gonna end part four here, because I'm getting comments that people want more. So here ya go Sup Forums. I'll start part 5 right away.
moar
jesus christ this is fucking boring. shut the fuck up you loser
sage
Keeepp going
Part five. You guys okay if I make each part shorter so they get posted faster?
>People started being nicer to me after I got the shit beaten out of me.
>I hated the fake attempts at friendship and ignored everyone.
>Did end up making friend with some guys though.
>It was only because they were the only other Asian guys in the school. Yes OP is part Asian.
>Winter comes and goes, pretty up uneventful.
>Form a band with that guy who befriended me when I first got there and one of my other friends.
>Their names were Daniel and Jimmy.
>Only did this because I'm a decent singer and guitarist and music was an outlet for my depression.
>Remeber that girl I mentioned?
>Well aperently she was a drummer.
>An insanely good drummer.
>Teacher changed up class seating and I ended up next to her.
>We started talking.
>Her name was Taylor.
>After a while we start going out.
>No sex, my life isn't that interesting, but we did make out a few times.
>Kick Daniel out of the band and Taylor takes his place as drummer.
>Daniel and I have a falling out. He says he regrets pulling that douchebag off me.
>Ouch.
>After a few months of dating, Taylor says she needs a break.
>Shit was going bad for her and she just needed time by herself.
>Me, being hotheaded and insecure, lashes out and destroyed our relationship.
And that's part 5. Still at least 2 more parts left guys. I'll try to type faster, but mobilefag.
bump
Part six.
>The rest of that year went by with little interest.
>The only excited thing that happened was being accepted into a gifted school.
>FuckYeahIDontHaveToSeeTheseFagsNextYear.jpeg
>Over the summer, for whatever reason, I emailed Justin.
>He responds shortly after and sends his new number.
>We chat for a little and agree to meet up at top his comic shop we used to go to, for old times sake.
>A few days later we meet up at the comic shop.
>Talk for a while, buy a few comics then decide, "fuck it. Let's walk half an our to EB Games".
>For those of you who don't know, EB Games is the Canadian branch of GameStop.
>Things almost seem like they might go back to how they were before our whole falling out.
>Go back to mine to play some Battlefront (2015)
>It genuinely seemed like he was sorry for what had happened that led to my life getting ruined.
And that's part six guys. This is almost done, just one more part left. If you've read this much, congratulations. You get no reward.
even the most unremarkable shits i take are more interesting than this story
Deep down, I want to think the end of this is gonna be like, fuckin song lyrics or something
I'm feeling that's where this is headed. If not Op is underage
Where is this headed? Do you ever stop feeling bad for yourself and do something different?
Guess what's working again?
Dear lord, I'm scared to find out
Jesus shit OP hurry up, I’ve eaten ass with better taste then this story
That's the best thing I've ever read
Op let's go fam
Part seven: Finale (aka where my life is now)
>Justin and I are hanging out at my place again.
>He's in the washroom.
>His phone buzzes.
>Look over at it, curious.
>It's one of my bullies.
>That little faggot was only hanging out with me to try to get information on me so my fucking old bullies could keep harassing me.
>I know, that line sounds fake. Don't believe it if you want, but I see no gain in lying on Sup Forums for attention.
>After that cunt gets out of the washroom, I make up some excuse on why he has to leave.
>After he leaves, I go up to my room, lie on my bed, and cry.
>I guess it's my fault for trusting that cunt.
>Life goes on, and I spend the rest of my summer playing vidya with Coin and occasionally hanging out with Jimmy, after all, we were neighbors.
>First day of high school at that gifted school.
>Still very quiet and reserved.
>Spends all day in class with earbuds in, listening to Foster the People and Foo Fighters.
>The people there are nicer though, and slowly I start coming out of my shell.
>I really open up with two girls in particular.
>They're nice to me, even if they don't take my depression seriously, because it's 'edgy' to be depressed right now.
>I really liked one of them, still do in fact.
>Life is slowly getting better, there are bad days where I don't leave my room at all, but slowly I'm beginning to fix my mental health.
>Yes, I read some of the comments and yes this is boring, but what's important is even if your life is gone completely down the shitter, it's not to late.
>Be me.
>15, still a freshman.
>Even though I'm young, I write this as an example for all those suffering from depression and anxiety, that no matter where you life is headed, it's not too late to change.
>I'm not gonna say my life's is great now, it isn't. But even just a shred of hope is enough to keep me going. It should be enough for you.
Keep on living guys. You only get one shot at it. Don't waste it.
Night -OP
and of course, op is underage
>15, still a freshman.
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Not ganna lie OP, I’m actually really happy for you.
underage b&.
But also nice to hear that shit's becoming better, OP, gl with all that stuff.
Wow.... that was amazing.
yo op,
Good luck, bro.
that was actually nice. night op
Good to hear it OP. GL, keep moving forward.
Thanks for the read OP
Nice message, OP! There are way too many 'be an hero' posts on Sup Forums these days.
Happy for you op, hope everything works out for you man, you’ve got some years ahead of you.
You really should try suicide again you underage nigger cunt. What the fuck is this story? It didnt end as a troll, it wasnt funny in the middle, nothing. Add your classmates on facebook and post it there you jew. Or just kys you faggot
your dick?
OP it's clear that you're underage, because you still think all of these other people matter. They don't. Just survive high school and make it into the real world, and cut out shitty family members from your life if you're able
Jesus you have no clue just how much more soul-sucking life can get. Not even an adult yet, don't have serous problems. I was going to school throughout my teen years with my house filled with meth heads for days sometimes cause my dad would feel like doing it while my mom would go fuck random dudes. I was always fat and always fucked with. My dad would just get drunk and beat my mom/fam. I never even knew if I was gonna have a home the next month, was homeless a few times. I'm now going to college still just as broke barely hanging on while realising I can barely communicate with people on a basic level cause I spent most of my time inside. And I'm still happy. I'm still happy to be just living at this point. I've had to take care of my sister trying to commit suicide and my brother dying on a meth overdose leaving behind 2 kids. Don't hope your life will magically change, just do something about it.
>tldr: go to sleep underage fag, you don't know what you're talking about.
Bro u really need to change your music taste.
>Keep on living guys. You only get one shot at it. Don't waste it.
>Night -OP
lol what a faggot
i'm reporting this boring thread for rule violation due to underage b&
An hero faggot
kek
Op has stated their age .... well done taking ownership of working this out .... you doing a PHD ?
Depression isn't real lol
Y'all being so rude, nobody forced you to read the whole thing
if you're that happy why are you even commenting on here?
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I was waiting that Justin be with your ex-girlfriend, that would have been a high plot-twist. What a disappointment, OP.
Tnx, but I'm good.