|
This compendium of suffering contains hundreds of real stories illustrating just how much life sucks. Enjoy, and share your own tales of woe. Misery Archive: Angst-Ridden
Teens | Terrible
Twenties Why Viagra? - How Viagra works Adult Toy Guide - Toys to Improve Your Sex Life Newest submissions: Over before it started (9/14/04) - Robert, Age 26, Kentucky My life was over before it started. When I was seven I was in a house fire that resulted in 80% burns and no life. I will probably never have any real relationship and no one will never take me seriously because they will never be able to look past my scars. I have been to college and it seems i am so depressed about life that i cant do anything with it and I have already got it planted in my head that no one will hire me anyway. Its very hard knowing you are going to be alone the rest of your life and that your such a big loser that you cant even live. I would probably kill myself but I am to afraid to do that. I end up with bruises (9/14/04) - Ted, Age 17, Denver I cant go a day without punching myself. It is the only thing I get pleasure from, so I end up with bruises and I cry myself to sleep because the only thing I enjoy is painful. I tried to kill myself once, but then I stopped because my mom threw a beer bottle at me Avoid women from Florence, KY - Danny, Age 27, Massachusetts I am a college graduate and a military officer. I met this piece of white trash in Kentucky, and knocked her up the one time I fucked her. Since I'm in the military, this bitch is guaranteed child support, which I'm sure she spends on Ho-Ho's and scratch tickets instead of our daughter. Her family hates me, and I have to jump through my ass just to see my kid. Needless to say, this is putting a dent in my financial situation. The moral of the story is: avoid women from Florence, KY. I need a lobotomy - Anonymous, Age 20, Minnesota My life sucks. My fiancé, who I've been with for three years and is my best and only friend, is in prison until next May. The visits are non-contact so I can't even hug him. I have severe depression, anxiety and psychosis but my parents think I have a vitamin deficiency. I've been in and out of the crazy house for most of my life. I'd kill myself (I've tried to many times in the past) but I have credit card debt of over a $1000, plus a funeral would be very expensive too, and I don't want to burden my parents with that. I have a nice body and shit and can get a guy pretty easily, but my mind is so fucked up that they all run for it. I tried convincing my shrink that I needed a lobotomy but he just raised my medication. Life sucks goat's balls. Smothered by debt - Philip, Age 33, Texas I'm so deeply in debt that I can't even breathe. I have a student loan debt that is enough to buy a huge fucking house. But instead, because of the debt, we have to live in a shitty little house that leaks when it rains and smells like dog urine. And, for the pleasure of taking out the enormous student loans that I will be repaying for 35 years (that's until I'm almost 70 fucking years old!), I get to work in a job that sucks so hard I want to blow my brains out every day I set foot in the door. All I ever encounter is the ass-end of humanity. I would settle for a job that is simply "thankless," since what I get instead is people constantly threatening either to sue me or kill me. It makes me want to fake my own death and assume a false identity. I am slowly evaporating - Josh, Age 28, Brooklyn I have a miserable life. All my life, all I ever wanted to do was act. I went to a great school, dated hotties, played in a rock band, I was on TV a few times. Everything was fine until I met Her. She ruined my life. A 40-year-old wolf-temptress in sheep's clothing. I got kicked out of my place. She said stay with me. Now 2 1/2 years later I haven't acted in 1 1/2 years and she gets jealous every time I walk out the door. She got pregnant, on purpose I think, and now instead of touring or otherwise pursuing my career, I change diapers, make bottles of formula and work at job I hate. Every time the heat comes on the ceiling leaks. I live in a crappy neighborhood. My cat pees on everything I own. Every time I walk the streets or ride the subway I expect terrorism. My "wife" is a controlling old hag, my job sucks, my baby demands all my energy and attention, and I am slowly evaporating. I have an insipid miserable life. All this and a brain tumor\ - Ray, Age 39, Florida I came from a fucked up family. Got railroaded for child support from some bitch. Been paying for 14 years now. I never see the kid. I lost $25,000 dollars in the stock market this year. I was diagnosed with a brain tumor early this year. It was removed and the operation was successful fortunately. Then I lost my job. I've been unemployed for three months. I'm not paying child support and getting farther behind. I don't know what I will do. I keep sending out resumes but can't find a job. I worry my resume looks bad because I've changed jobs too frequently. If I get too far behind in the child support I am afraid I will go to jail. Lousy timing - David, Age 25 I got out of the army on September 10, 2001. It was one of the happiest days in my life. I got out with a great resume as a graphic designer and was certain I had a great chance at working in a big city. Well, everyone knows what happen the day after I got out of the army. That's pretty much that. No one is hiring designers. And, oh yeah, me and my girlfriend of 7 years moved to Jersey to try to work in the city. We're living with my mother and since we can't find good jobs we can't move out. Since we can't move out our relationship is going to complete shit. There's more, but who would read it? Nosy bitch mother - Zelda, Age 14 Ok, so I'm a sophomore in high school. I've been smoking pot for the past year and drinking as well. Last May, I stopped drinking. My mom recently went into my email account (my password was saved) and she read my sent messages. I wrote about sexual behavior (no sex!), lots of marijuana use, sneaking out to a college party with a friends, and trying DXM a few times. My mom then called my dad home and he read my emails. Then she broke into my locked box and read my diary. They now know everything about my life, and are putting me in counseling and perhaps rehab. All I've really done is smoke weed. I literally get straight A's and have for the past three years. I'm very physically attractive, and guys have always come easily to me. I'm popular and generally content with myself, but for some reason I've been very depressed for the past two years. I have been in counseling for cutting my wrists last September, and everyone kept putting off a medication evaluation. My mom is a heinous bitch, and I can't even write down my feelings in a diary without having to fear she will read it. She's taken away all my escapes. I almost killed myself the other day. I don't know how I will get through this. I can't even masturbate anymore without feeling guilty. I hate my mother for what she has done to ruin my life. I have porno on the web - Laura, Age 20 I am 20 years old and have porno on the web. I was lured in by the money factor and never got paid. I got fired from my real job. I am too poor to afford a lawyer and have to just deal with it, because that's what you do. I hate myself and I don't like people very much anymore. I see no point in existing, and I am a fucked-up loser. It sucks being attractive. All you get are men wanting to cum in your mouth and women wanting to kill you. Life is fun and reproducing is very important so we can continue this beautiful positive thing. Can't resist older men - Rui, Age 19 I was born into a broken family. My bastard father left my mom for a filthy whore and only crawls back to us when he runs out of money. My mom has to sell herself to get us out of his massive debts. My sister hates everyone and utters no more than a syllable to anyone in the family. If we hadn't known better, she may as well as well be autistic. I have a bright future and a good head on my shoulders, but was forced to drop out of school because my mom couldn't afford to keep me educated. I refuse to whore for the family, but can't keep my hands off older men. At last count, I have been with my 9th older man. History repeats itself each and every time, but I am unable to break myself out of this vicious cycle of obsession and heartbreak. I am now in love with this 59-year-old professor whom I run into often at the suburban mall near the dinky hut that we live in. I am also 4 months pregnant and freshly dumped by the last older man that I'd been with. I want to abort the loathsome thing growing inside me, but I don't want to further damage my reproductive organs. I have previously undergone 7 abortions. I am bitter and miserable, and at 19, have lived and suffered a million lifetimes over and over again. By the time you read this, I would've poisoned me and my baby. Goodbye. Plastic surgery destroyed my face - Charles, Age 41 I've destroyed my face via cosmetic surgery, a simple procedure that went horribly wrong. Corrective surgery only made things worse. I look so horrific I can't leave my house. The 24/7 anxiety has made most of my hair fall out. I can't believe just 2 years ago people were confusing me with Brad Pitt. I know suicide would be too hard on my family, and my surgeon, he feels terrible. To make matters worse, I really like the guy. He's a wonderful person and has helped countless people. Hopefully the stress on my heart will end this suffering very soon. Calling al Qaeda - Anonymous, Age 40-something I'm in my mid 40s. Never finished college. Going bald. 100 lbs. overweight. Married to a bitch whose top priority is a clean toilet. Have a 7-year-old daughter who yells "Shut up, bitch!" to her mother. Her mother doesn't do anything about it. Have a job that sucks most of the time. No friends. Don't maintain contact with family. Don't want to, either, because they are assholes, anyway. Bought a house because my mother-in-law decided it was time to. Work, work, work. Taking anti-depressants, which don't work too well. Not interested in sex anymore although I do like a woman with nice legs, but no desire to fuck them, either. Buy books and CDs and don't read/listen to them. Thousands of dollars wasted. Have not been to the dentist since 1986 and my teeth are all broken and chipped. Constant mouth sores. Had an affair with a chubby redhead. She told me she was gay. Then married another guy. Now she insults me every time I cross her path. God, I hate her. I hate my family, all of them. I hate my job and the schmucks I'm forced to work with. Shit, I even hate you! Most of all, I hate myself. Too bad I'm such a chickenshit that I won't do myself in. Best hope now is a car crash, or cancer, or an Al Qaeda attack, or maybe even a meteorite somewhere with my name on it. Please? We're both having his child - Anonymous, Age 19 I've been with this guy for 3 years. I really love him, and don't think I could live without him. My childhood best friend is really good friends with him, and because I work so much, sees him more than I do. I come home one day, and find them having sex on the couch. it comes out that this has been going on basically since we've been together, and that she thinks she's pregnant with his child, which, by the way, so am I. I dropped out of college to be with him, and left my home, family, life, and was disowned. I have nothing left, no one who loves me. I sit in our empty and quiet house (9/14/04) - Elizabeth, Age 21, Washington State Four weeks ago today I was 31 weeks pregnant. My husband and I were happy and couldn't wait until our daughter was born. Two days later her heart stopped and the day after that I had to deliver her dead. I had her in me for 24 hours before I was able to deliver. I kept wishing that she would cry while the nurses at the hospital cleaned her so my husband and I could see her. She never cried. Her cord was what killed her, it got tightly wrapped around her body while she was rolling around in me. Now, almost four weeks later, my husband and I sit in our empty and quiet house, haunted by our daughters beautiful sleeping face and wondering what we do now.
Misery Archive: Angst-Ridden
Teens | Terrible
Twenties
Share Your Pain (please try to be brief):
MILF |