Starting at square zero
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Thread Topic: Starting at square zero
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I'll tell you guys what. You spill your life story. Let the rest of us know your interests and personality. Get to know you as a person... and I'll do the same.
Come on, sell yourself to me. Make me want to be your friend. -
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bananabread NoviceI'm not going to try and sell myself, but I will put myself out there so people will understand me better.
Until 10 years old I was an obscenely happy person. Then my dad died (please don't give me a pity party, I'm done with those)of a heart attack. To be honest, I've probably only cried a handful of times, but I refuse to cry in public and I think I just don't have the emotions to cry that much.
Even though it's been five years since his death I'm still reeling from it and probably always will be. I saw my mom cry in her room a few days after he passed, and I was the one to comfort her. Ever since then I've taken on partial parental role (though I'm the youngest), not only because of that but I have an old soul.
I lie to my mom to keep her happy and don't have a life so she doesn't have to deal with another troublesome child. I recently started having depression, but would never take my life because of my fathers sudden death. Though I talk like a maniac I really don't tell my true feelings and this is really hard for me to do right now. I've started not talking out loud because people just start to glaze over and ignore me.
Mostly I'm left out but I have a few good friends who care, and I find solace in my schools drama department.
Lastly (I'm not clinically diagnosed) I'm a hypochondriac and I self analyze so much that I criticize myself for things that have happened years ago. It's a problem.
So, that's me some else go.
P.S. I quote movies a bunch, and I have a deep interest in music, books, and crafts. -
bananabread NoviceAlso I have a wee bit of an anger issue but I try to control it.
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ok im gonna say my 5 top traits
a little vain(ok a little more than a little)
overthinker
hopeless romantic
daydreamer
emotionally strong
and a ppl plzr
my name is Sky
Im a girl who is 11 -
My traits. I have SPLIT personalities.
Good: Funny, Wierd, Myself, super kind, very loyal and helpful, Lazy in a cute way, Fun to be with, Crazy, Maniac.
Bad: Arrogant, Short-tempered, Pathetic, Rude, Self-obssessed, Stubborn.
I'm either one of these personalities at times, or even both rarely. -
Er well...here I go.
I am a very anti social person and hate pychical contact. I have two voices in my head named Nightmare and Light, the names were give to them when I was ten, who are my bad and good memories, techonically my good and bad. Im 15 and dont have a social life because I am horrible with people. I was picked on because Im half mexican half white. I was called a monster and a freak and only had one friend in my life until junior high. I am a unemotionl person. Im also very sarcastic. Im cold and dont let people in because I carry so many burdens that I dont want to hurt anyone because of them. I can be shy on occations, but after that Im still quiet and I stay in the shadows. I fear death, but I think that if I died this world would be a better place and I will finally be free of my burdens, or having the man who lied to me aka my real father dead wold finally free me. I am an amatuer writer hoping Ill get my work published one day. I can be a very dark person when it comes to personal matters. I bottle my emotions up inside me. I cant stand some guys, because I used to think all men were liars, I dot think that now just to point that out. I have an anger issues that bothers me alot. I can be very protective over people I care about because Im not some heartless jerk that everyone cant stand.
So yea thats me. -
Whole life's story? Well here goes...
I'm a nerd. Always have been, always will be. There's no changing it. I'm a thirteen year old girl who wears glasses and Nintendo t-shirts. I love video games, books, and art. Even when I was little, I only had a few friends. They were all in other classes though, and I remember at recess in kindergarten through third grade, all I would do was walk around the playground alone. In fourth and fifth, I started to realize that there weren't very many people who had my interests. (At my school, at least.) In sixth grade, I really only had my best friend. It was weird though, because at that point I didn't really mind. I liked being alone, it gave me time to write, draw, or just think. Unfortunately, my dad got a new job offer in another state. I said goodbye to the only house and life I ever knew, packed my bags, and left with my family. We barely get to visit. In hindsight, it's not that bad though, because I met knew friends who were actually just like me. Even the schools and teachers were nicer. I mean, I still miss NY, but my new place isn't so bad either.
Sorry, this was probably boring to read. I know it was all over, I tried to get the main points of my life across. There's a lot more detail, but I doubt u wanna hear it. -
My life story is depressing. So I won't type it unless begged. (but I'll do it for a scooby snack XD)
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I might type up stuff about myself if you want
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I have always been the weird or odd child. I use to be really nice in elementary school, and I was probably the nicest kid in my school. I have sleep paralysis. I got it when I was six, and I will probably never forget the first one because it was the worst. I get it about once or twice a year, so that's pretty good considering that some people get it every week. Also, in 5th grade, my first dog died and we got Fudge.
In middle school, I changed, and became really mean and rude. 7th grade was really bad because another one of my dogs died (she was the same age as me) and I was bullied. I didn't know why I was bullied, and I still don't. I had to ask one of my friends what her name was because I had no idea who she was. All I knew was that she was in my gym class. She called me a b---- every day, and told me that I was useless and that I should kill myself. She told me that she wanted me to die and she always wanted to fight me. I was really small and skinny, so I don't if that's why she picked on me, or if it was because I was really athletic (finishing first in the mile, winning every game we played in gym, and I was really good at not getting hit with the dodgeball). In one game, she got a guy to call me "Meg" (at the time, I didn't like people calling me that. In fact, I hated it, but I was fine if my friends called me that). So I said, "Please don't call me that, that's not my name." And then she butted in and said, "He can call you whatever he wants, b----." So I just smiled (which made her ticked) and let it go. After a month, I finally started to believe what she was saying, and I thought about killing myself. She would always push me around and try to start a fight, but I wouldn't fight her because I'm not like that. I remember that she was behind me with one of her friends, and she pushed me, but her friend said, "Stop." and then she said, "Why should I? I want her dead." There are two things that stopped me from actually killing myself: 1. She almost pushed me off this balcony that we had in our school and I realized that I didn't want to die and 2. We got a new dog, Bama, and she helped me by just making me happy again. And that's why I love dogs and I like animals more than people. I told my parents that someone was bullying me, and then they told the school, and the teachers made her wait a minute after class. She moved away after 7th grade, and I don't know what would've happened if she never moved. And I never told my friends that I was bullied and I closed up and didn't let anyone in.
In 8th grade, I was really rude, mean, and sarcastic. But it was weird because everyone wanted to be my friend, even if I was rude to them. I also started to have an interest in witchcraft, and I started to write. Between 8th and 9th grade, I became nicer, but someone continued to call me the devil and I don't know why because I was a lot nicer, and she was my friend. Well, I thought she was.
Freshman year was also when my shins were injured during cross country. I managed to finish the season and go to regionals, but I couldn't run track (and I was fine with that because I didn't really like track anyways). So I just rested and waited till next year for cross country. But I couldn't run because my shins still hurt a lot. They even hurt to walk, or if I was just sitting still, doing nothing. So I went to the doctor, and they said I had osgoodslaughter (or however you spell it), which is a growing pain, and it should stop when I stopped growing. Also, another dog died, and we got Chuck.
I should've stopped growing a couple months before sophomore year. So I tried to run again for cross country, but I couldn't because my shins still hurt. And then I realized that I could probably never run long distances again, and not doing your favorite sport sucks a lot. And so I decided to do gymnastics again, but that hurt my shins when I would land on the ground from the uneven bars, so I stopped and started Irish dancing again, and it didn't hurt my shins. During the school year, I changed my religion and became Wiccan, and I haven't told any of my friends this, so only my mom knows. I also started to lose all of my friends, and I pretty much just have one friend.
During the summer between sophomore and junior year, I still couldn't run, so I did dance competitions and I got 1st, 2nd, and two 3rds. And then my only friend texted me saying that she wants me to do tennis again because they need another person for a team, so I said that I would do it.
I'm taking college classes this year, so I have no idea what's going to happen, or what's in store for me, but I'm still going to be that sarcastic weird girl in the classroom. -
I don't have much to say but here:
I am a pretty tomboyish gamer girl that is almost always happy.
I used to always be happy. I didn't have much friends when i was in elementary school. But, i never really cared.
1.Holland is full of water, so you'll have to learn to swim. I always thought of it as something i had to do, until i started loving it more and more. And now i can't live without it. I can swim for hours, so don't trust me if i say i am only gonna swim for a few minutes. 2.Wen i was six i had to learn to ride a bike. I was frightened at first, but then you have the same story as with swimming. 3.I am obsessed with fries. Not much more to say about that XD 4. Gaming! I love it. I really do. I love nintendo, especialy The Legend of zelda. I also love GTA, Red dead redemption and a bunch of other awesome games.
First grade of middle school (i think that's what you call it) was hard for me. I had to go on without my two best buddies. That's where i started to get realy shy. I had problems talking, and was really sensitive. But i managed to get some friends, slowly bringing back the real me. I am myself again now, and i'm glad i can say i'm happy again. -
Curlingiron NewbieOkay, here goes!
My life isn't terrible at all. It's actually really good but Ill still talk about it anyways.
Starting from I guess when I was a child.. My mom and dad aren't married. They never were. I have an older sister and a ln older brother from my dads side of the family. I have an older brother and a younger brother from my moms side. I do t have any full siblings. Like, none of my siblings share both the same mom and dad as me. On my moms side, her 3 kids are all from different guys. From my dads side, his first 2 kids have the same mom, then there's me. My mom was never married while she had kids. My dad and his wife were 'taking a break' when my mom and him got together.
When I was I guess about 5 or 6, my mom finally married a guy. He was a complete douchebag. He was abusive to my mother. He had a 15 or 16 year old son who actually stuck up for my mom over his dad. The man she married was named Barry. He was rude and he didnt care about anyone. One day, my mom and Barry were physically fighting so bad that the cops showed up. They almost arrested my mom because Barry had more bruises on him than she did. So my mom had enough with Barry and got a divorce. Later, she found out he was cheating on her. I was about 8 years old when this happened.
When I was 9, my mom started dating this guy. A couple months later, they married. They've been married for almost 6 years. (Their anniversary is in a few days) I honestly don't like the guy that much, but he does support my mom and my 2 brothers. He makes my mom cry a lot because of things he does. He makes my mom feel insecure a lot even if he doesn't mean to. He looks at things that are really inappropriate (i.e. p---). He's 13 years older than my mom so they don't get along too well.
Yea, my life is pretty much based on my moms decisions. And there, I was only talking about the guys I've experienced her with. Now, Ill tell you about how many houses Ive lived in. I honestly don't know. I know that in elementary school, I went to 7 different schools. I've finally settled down where I am now for a while now. Ever since my mom found the guy she's married to.
I've never had a boyfriend. Yea, that's not really a big deal and all but Im 15 so it just makes me feel like Ill always be alone or something. Or like Im just not good enough for anybody. Only one guy has asked me out before. And he said its so we could have 'body to body' interaction. So I said no. Yea, Ive never been on a date or anything.
I've never cut. Im not suicidal. My life is good. I cry every morning for no reason. I laugh pain away. I smile to convince myself Im super happy. And that's all I need. And now I am happy.
Im not looking for pity and Im not trying to sell myself. I have an amazing life compared to some of these other people. I like my life and I wouldn't trade it for anything. Sorry if I seem like Im complaining, but Im not. -
Agh, i forgot something important.
I also enjoy drawing. I always did. I actually hope i can become an artist one day. Maybe even animator. I owe a lot to my art teacher, for making me believe in myself again when i thought i was a terrible artist. So even though she won't read it, i want to thank her here anyway. -
i'll try and sell my self....
5 dollars for a night of fun! come and buy!
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