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Parts 14
Time 1h 28m

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I have always been discouraged in my life ... 
My parents, teachers, friends. 
They thought I wasn't capable of doing stuff.. So I gave up on myself. 
I am a weakling......All Rights Reserved

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My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

හැඟීම් ගැන අවබෝධයක් නැති මානසිකව හොඳටම තුවාල වෙලා ඉන්න එයාට පුලුවන් වෙයිද ඇත්තටම තව කෙනෙක්ට ආදරේ කරන්න? ආදරෙන් පැරදිලා ජීවිතේම එපා වෙලා ඉන්න එයාගේ ආදරේට පුලුවන් වෙයිද පිස්සෙක්ට එයාගේ හැඟීම් තේරුම් කරන්න? මෙයාලගේ මුණගැහීම අහම්බයක්මද?

"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard

Only in dreams | Completed √ by Caroline_felicita

Struggled, Struggling ,going to struggle to be in love.... ❤

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භවයෙන් භවේ පතා ආදරේ.... සදාකල් මිහිරියී....🥀🤍

අමුතු ආදරයක්, අමුතු බැඳීමක්, ආදරේ කියන අකුර තුනටත් වඩා ලොකු තේරුමක් තියෙන ඒක අමුතුම හැඟිමක්.😌❤️ ලං වෙන්න ඕන උනත්, කවදාවත් ලං වෙන්න බැරි වෙන්වීමක් ගැන හිතන්න වත් බැරි මේක හරි අහිංසක ලස්සන ආදරයක් ☺️🫂

දුප්පත් අපිට හැමදාම උරුම උනෙ.... දුක,කටුක බව විතරයි හාමු..ආදරෙ විදින්නවත්, සතුට විදින්නවත් දුප්පත් අපිට අයිතියක් නැ හාමු..... අශිර්ව ඉදුවර ජයකොඩි අශිර්ව අහලා නැද්ද මේ ලොකෙ සතුටෙන්ම ඉන්නෙ හැමදෙයක්ම හිමි කරගත්තු මිනිස්සු නෙමේ හැම අහිමි විමක්ම සතුටෙන් විද දරාගත්ත මිනිස්සු කියලා.... විසුන් මිනුර ගගසර

නොසිතූ - Nosithu [ Completed ✅ ] by ThushaniFernando

" හිතන්නේ නැති දේවල්නම් මේ ලෝකේ කොච්චර වෙනවද? " " ඕනම දෙයක් ගැන වැඩි බලාපොරොත්තු නැති තරමට සතුටින් ඉන්න පුලුවන් " - යදීශ් අනුත්තර " මට උබත් එක්ක කිසි කතාවක් නෑ. උබට මාත් එක්ක කතා කරන්න ඕන්නම් මට උබ එක්ක කතා කරන්න හිතෙන දවස වෙනකන් අල්ලං ඉදපන්. ජීවත් වෙයන් " - බිනුක වීරකෝන් " මට ලොකු බලාපොරොත්තවක් දීලා උබ ගියා නේද? අද මම දිනලා. ඒත්.. ඒත් ඒ දිනුමේ අයිති කාරයා අද නෑ. උබ එනකන්, උබ ඇවිත් කතා කරනකන් මම බලන් ඉන්නවා " - නෙතුන් සමරදිවාකර

Sophomore Year Journal by SaraSempiternal

It's kinda depressing. Sorry. It's my only outlet.

Immortal (boy x boy)

My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

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