Breaking Down
<div class="IPBDescription">I need help.. please?</div> Alright, things since Augest have been sucking.. and I need help dealing..
I'll post what's been happening since Augest..
<!--QuoteBegin-Journal Entry: Thu Aug 26+ 2004, 8:56 AM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Journal Entry: Thu Aug 26 @ 2004, 8:56 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->My dad **** me off beyond all belief last night. He was crap talking me infront of me to my mom, then said he wass gunna take MY RAM away, then started bitching cause I got no excersie, told me to ride my bike, which had no back inner tube. Then he started going on about what he idn't like about me. When I tried to clear those facts up, he would let me talk, then I yelled that he never lets me get a word in, and he said that was a lie. I told him to go screw himself and left. I was on a the edge of cliff soon after that and thought, "Well **** that, I'm going to Erins" So, I walked 4.5 hours to get to Dundas,, and to her house. Her parents were offly surprised to see me at midnight. I told them and Erin what had happened and they said that I could stay the night if I wanted as long as I called my mom. I called and she said that she was waiting for me to come home. I told here where I was, and she said alright and she understood. I slept on thier couch, and at like 7:30 am, Erin woke me up saying that my mom was there.. I slowly moved to the car and now I'm here again. I fear for when my dad gets home tonight..<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<!--QuoteBegin-Journal Entry: Fri Aug 27+ 2004, 4:05 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Journal Entry: Fri Aug 27 @ 2004, 4:05 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->Well. after my little running away incidence, my dad seems to have calmed down. Lets hope it's for a few days *sigh*. My mom isn't talking to me cause I made her work late.. eheh..
I recently found out that, my SONG book was thrown out during cleaning! I lost over 40 songs! I'm gunna fsking stab someone, or maybe myself, Who knows?
Also, to add on to that insult, my brother Shawn DIBERATLY threw out my drawing book, so that's months of anime gone too.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<!--QuoteBegin-Journal Entry: Tue Aug 31+ 2004, 9:51 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Journal Entry: Tue Aug 31 @ 2004, 9:51 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->I was sitting at my computer about and hour ago, wehn my dad comes in to tell me about the electrical inspection. He tells me that my computer can't be plugged in tommorow during it, and I asked if I could plug it in afterwards. He then goes on to yell that it can't be plugged in during the inspection. I told him that's not what I asked, then he started yelling at me that it's not allowed to be plugged in. I yelled back that i was just asking if I could plug it in afterwads. The same thing happened, then I got up and left my room. He then yelled for me to get back there and yelled the same thing. I told him alright then asked again. He then went to say "That i'm a freaking retarded moron who's not even gunna shave his hair for cancer". I was gunna remind him that his mom had breast cancer and that's why I was doing it, but he never gave me the chance. He then went on to ask why I was doing it, and he wouldn't let me answer. Evertime I opened my mouth, he started dissing me. I left the room again, then went to the bathroom to use it. He started yelling if it was for awareness or to raise money. I said it was for both, then he asked it again. I yelled back that I was shaving it for money. He then said that I Wasn't allowed to collect money, then I said that he's told me that. He yelled that he never said I wasn't allowed to collect money for things like that. Then I called him a hypocrite and he said that my mom said that. I then left the bathroom, only for my mom who just walked in the door. She got involved, while my dad still calling me names with curses, was saying that this was all my fault. My mom stepped in on my side, thank god cause I still love her, saying that she never said that. My dad said that we were both f-ing liars and some more stuff about me. He then told my mom about the electrical thing, while I said that I jsut asked a simple yes or no question. He then started swear and held a screwdriver at me and threatned to beat me. At this point, I was already crying, when I left the bathroom.. Anywho, mom said to stop it, then he started bitching at her. She sat down, telling me that he was up at 4 am and stuff.. My mom had to work late also. He was pisssed about that too. He then started yelling at her, and threatened to hit her. I fell down in the kitchen, then he came over and yelled at me somemore. I was talking as well as anyone could crying, and he kept shutting me down, saying that I was lying to myself about who I am and what I do. Right then I snapped telling him off about he hasn't paid attition to anything I've done withen the past 3 year, and my mom agreed saying that I've only told him I'm shaving my hair about a million times. My mom said that she was going to be because she was tired. He then started bitching at her again, then drove the screwdriver in the wall. After mom left, Dad turned to me and said that this was my fault, and that I was a freaking loser who can't see out of his hair, as I went on to tell him, WHILE tucking the hair behind my ears, teling him that I can see fine and it wasn't my fault she had to work late. He drove the screwdriver in a nother part of the wall and threatned me again. He then pretty much told me to get out, and bitched about me somemore. He then left to yell at mom somemore.
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<!--QuoteBegin-Journal Entry: Wed Oct 6+ 2004, 8:17 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Journal Entry: Wed Oct 6 @ 2004, 8:17 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->Well, my dad is starting is snowplowing as of Novemeber 1st.
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The thing I dont get it that part of me is happy about this. Part of me wants to spend time with him, and try and make things right.
The normal part of me, says that this is gunna be a winter of sheer terror, and something BAD is gunna happen this winter.
I believe the latter.
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Good news is that I have a 92% in Video and graphics.. wewt.
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I'm feeling more depressed today. People kept stealing my 2nd shirt, which is usally a button shirt, over top of a t-shirt. The shirt is silk, and has dragon and japenese symbols on it. And its black. That **** me off.
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Good thing, Going to Erin's on friday hopefully, perhaps I'll take my bass and play BTH.. wewt. Or break it over my bus driver's head for being 1/2 hour late everyday after school
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Insults have seem to be penetrating my facade at school. I'm starting to become less talkative, and just sit there.. Today in History and Comm Tech (video and graphics) I just kinda sat there and yelled at people who bugged me. I guess that my home life is REALLY getting on my nerves. Like this morning, my brothers bags were in the middle of the hallway, and thier clothes, which I tripped over, and then bent my thunmb wrongly.
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My dreams have come back. I wish they didn't. I die in everyone, my friends die with me watching, including Raye, even my dad being eliminated hurt me.. I've awoken several times almost screaming. I'm scared.. I dont want to sleep.. at all.. **** it, I'm gunna stay up tonight... This is taking a toll on my mental health.. Not like there's not much healthyness of it left..<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
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Well, today went from good to ****.
The afternoon at school ruled.
History
-Talking to Americans (No offence to ya..)
Comm Tech
-Rest of Finding Nemo for the 28 freaking time. 28 TIMES!
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I went to Erin's after school watched MuchLoud for a while, went home, watched Muchmusic for a bit, eat dinner.
This is where the crap part comes in.
I now have 3 'friends' who seem to hate me.
One thought it was fun to screw with my mind, so I did some of my own, and then I asked her if she liked it, then she got all ****. I was just trying to show her that getting called "Nimrod, **** and Stupid Canadian" was EVER SO FUNNY
2 others that I dont wanna put.. *sighs*<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
I'll post what's been happening since Augest..
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<!--QuoteBegin-Journal Entry: Fri Aug 27+ 2004, 4:05 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Journal Entry: Fri Aug 27 @ 2004, 4:05 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->Well. after my little running away incidence, my dad seems to have calmed down. Lets hope it's for a few days *sigh*. My mom isn't talking to me cause I made her work late.. eheh..
I recently found out that, my SONG book was thrown out during cleaning! I lost over 40 songs! I'm gunna fsking stab someone, or maybe myself, Who knows?
Also, to add on to that insult, my brother Shawn DIBERATLY threw out my drawing book, so that's months of anime gone too.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
<!--QuoteBegin-Journal Entry: Tue Aug 31+ 2004, 9:51 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Journal Entry: Tue Aug 31 @ 2004, 9:51 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->I was sitting at my computer about and hour ago, wehn my dad comes in to tell me about the electrical inspection. He tells me that my computer can't be plugged in tommorow during it, and I asked if I could plug it in afterwards. He then goes on to yell that it can't be plugged in during the inspection. I told him that's not what I asked, then he started yelling at me that it's not allowed to be plugged in. I yelled back that i was just asking if I could plug it in afterwads. The same thing happened, then I got up and left my room. He then yelled for me to get back there and yelled the same thing. I told him alright then asked again. He then went to say "That i'm a freaking retarded moron who's not even gunna shave his hair for cancer". I was gunna remind him that his mom had breast cancer and that's why I was doing it, but he never gave me the chance. He then went on to ask why I was doing it, and he wouldn't let me answer. Evertime I opened my mouth, he started dissing me. I left the room again, then went to the bathroom to use it. He started yelling if it was for awareness or to raise money. I said it was for both, then he asked it again. I yelled back that I was shaving it for money. He then said that I Wasn't allowed to collect money, then I said that he's told me that. He yelled that he never said I wasn't allowed to collect money for things like that. Then I called him a hypocrite and he said that my mom said that. I then left the bathroom, only for my mom who just walked in the door. She got involved, while my dad still calling me names with curses, was saying that this was all my fault. My mom stepped in on my side, thank god cause I still love her, saying that she never said that. My dad said that we were both f-ing liars and some more stuff about me. He then told my mom about the electrical thing, while I said that I jsut asked a simple yes or no question. He then started swear and held a screwdriver at me and threatned to beat me. At this point, I was already crying, when I left the bathroom.. Anywho, mom said to stop it, then he started bitching at her. She sat down, telling me that he was up at 4 am and stuff.. My mom had to work late also. He was pisssed about that too. He then started yelling at her, and threatened to hit her. I fell down in the kitchen, then he came over and yelled at me somemore. I was talking as well as anyone could crying, and he kept shutting me down, saying that I was lying to myself about who I am and what I do. Right then I snapped telling him off about he hasn't paid attition to anything I've done withen the past 3 year, and my mom agreed saying that I've only told him I'm shaving my hair about a million times. My mom said that she was going to be because she was tired. He then started bitching at her again, then drove the screwdriver in the wall. After mom left, Dad turned to me and said that this was my fault, and that I was a freaking loser who can't see out of his hair, as I went on to tell him, WHILE tucking the hair behind my ears, teling him that I can see fine and it wasn't my fault she had to work late. He drove the screwdriver in a nother part of the wall and threatned me again. He then pretty much told me to get out, and bitched about me somemore. He then left to yell at mom somemore.
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The thing I dont get it that part of me is happy about this. Part of me wants to spend time with him, and try and make things right.
The normal part of me, says that this is gunna be a winter of sheer terror, and something BAD is gunna happen this winter.
I believe the latter.
==
Good news is that I have a 92% in Video and graphics.. wewt.
==
I'm feeling more depressed today. People kept stealing my 2nd shirt, which is usally a button shirt, over top of a t-shirt. The shirt is silk, and has dragon and japenese symbols on it. And its black. That **** me off.
==
Good thing, Going to Erin's on friday hopefully, perhaps I'll take my bass and play BTH.. wewt. Or break it over my bus driver's head for being 1/2 hour late everyday after school
==
Insults have seem to be penetrating my facade at school. I'm starting to become less talkative, and just sit there.. Today in History and Comm Tech (video and graphics) I just kinda sat there and yelled at people who bugged me. I guess that my home life is REALLY getting on my nerves. Like this morning, my brothers bags were in the middle of the hallway, and thier clothes, which I tripped over, and then bent my thunmb wrongly.
==
My dreams have come back. I wish they didn't. I die in everyone, my friends die with me watching, including Raye, even my dad being eliminated hurt me.. I've awoken several times almost screaming. I'm scared.. I dont want to sleep.. at all.. **** it, I'm gunna stay up tonight... This is taking a toll on my mental health.. Not like there's not much healthyness of it left..<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
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Well, today went from good to ****.
The afternoon at school ruled.
History
-Talking to Americans (No offence to ya..)
Comm Tech
-Rest of Finding Nemo for the 28 freaking time. 28 TIMES!
---
I went to Erin's after school watched MuchLoud for a while, went home, watched Muchmusic for a bit, eat dinner.
This is where the crap part comes in.
I now have 3 'friends' who seem to hate me.
One thought it was fun to screw with my mind, so I did some of my own, and then I asked her if she liked it, then she got all ****. I was just trying to show her that getting called "Nimrod, **** and Stupid Canadian" was EVER SO FUNNY
2 others that I dont wanna put.. *sighs*<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Comments
May I recomend <a href='http://www.trappedforums.com/' target='_blank'>the Trapped Minds forums</a> I've been there myself, they have a chat room and the forums cover allmost every stressfull thing you can think of.
It's a friendly place too. I hope things get better at home for you though <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/sad-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Things improve a lot more once you get out of the damn house, as far as mental stability goes....
No matter what happens just tell yourself that crap changes (thankfully) and change keeps the world moving
And with the nice stuff said, I would like to say your signature sucks
For what it's worth, I'm really sorry for what you're going through. You'll get through your downs, and you'll be all the better for it. For that matter, you sound a lot like myself from my freshman and sophomore year. My dad could've almost been an alter-ego of yours, except that we almost never see him (not a bad thing, at all.) From personal experience, there's nothing to his criticism. He's not putting you down, it looks more to me like he's avoiding coming to terms with himself, or his son (daughter?). Whatever it is, he definitely sounds frustrated with something. If I were in your shoes - and I'm not, it'd be too big for me, I'd ignore the SOB and let him carry himself away with whatever fool opinion he's made of you. If you don't love him, admit it to yourself, it's no sin to not care for those who can't see you for what you are.
And I'm sorry about what your friends (? - that's a q-mark) did, or didn't. The only thing I know about <i>friends</i> is that you can become a stronger person without them, so you probably don't want my advice there, but er, for what it's worth: If you're sure they're in the wrong, don't grovel up to em, but if it's your fault (and don't say it isn't until you've really thought about it), don't think you're too good to humble yourself to em.
Probably the worst thing you can do is crying yourself through the ordeal. Don't worry about getting sympathy from others, it's how humans cope, but if you really want to improve yourself coming out of this stage of your life, stop pitying yourself and try to come to terms with your emotions. Writing about it here - or somewhere private can help, like I said.
And finally... <i>I wish to hell I could draw.</i> I'll never forgive whatever divine being divined me for substituting my artistic talent for some crappy writing skills. Man, I hope you get better, or if you're already better, that this post can help you at some future time. gl hf >_>.
disclaimer: If anyone feels that the above advice is wrong, insensitive, or stupid, shoot me. Helping people isn't a hobby, but I felt compelled this time.
Things improve a lot more once you get out of the damn house, as far as mental stability goes....
No matter what happens just tell yourself that crap changes (thankfully) and change keeps the world moving
And with the nice stuff said, I would like to say your signature sucks<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
This is the kind of thing that results from spending too much time admiring oneself in the mirror. You're not as pretty as you think, Forlorn. Please leave.
I dont care if my sig sucks. It's a sig, who cares?
I have no feelins execpt hatrid for the bastard. He's put me through years of hell, and I dont know why. My friends are what are keeping me here.. As well as my music.. Music is my saviour one could say..
I'm too apologetic to my friends.. I'm gunna let this one go and see what they come up with themselves..
Things will get better, they just take time
I'm mostly in my room, sitting here on the compy.. Getting away from the harsh reality one would call a home
You're really helpfull... I'm sorry for you Otto, but you're not helping.
Kitki, ignre him...
One way to help yourself is to try to prove yourself better than other people on the internet.
Keep on plugging, you can get out of your house alot sooner than you would probably think if you play your cards right, just bide your time and live nonconfrontationally until you can walk away and never have to see your Dad again. Best not to try to butt heads with him now when he isn't rational, if he ever figures out what the hell his life is about God willing you will find the capacity to forgive him, but definately don't hurt yourself looking for a light at the end of the tunnel that might not exist.
You're really helpfull... I'm sorry for you Otto, but you're not helping.
Kitki, ignre him... <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
You guys want me to help ? Fine. I'll do the common sense thing that really shouldn't require a topic and people tossing their pity into the mix.
Do something about it. Thats the advice. Sitting there writing stuff in a blog isn't solving anything. Grow up, talk to youre dad and mom, prepare for a lot of crap to go down, which it will, but the end result will be that youre in a (preferably somewhat) better situation youre in now. We can't help with what to say. Only you know you're parents.
Have a nice day.
I've been pushed on the floor and held against a wall by my neck before, but that's only when my dad spazzoids.
I've been pushed on the floor and held against a wall by my neck before, but that's only when my dad spazzoids. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
When you are being held against the wall by your neck, that is a good time to take your fingers, hold them as rigid as possible, and insert into your assailents eyes with the swiftness of a solid palmstrike. If your gonna get pushed to the floor, just make sure you get your feet between you and your attacker, getting kicked in the face or side is REALLY not fun.
It may be in your best interest to ignore me most of the time, but it should be known, if you are gonna start something with me that I haven't prevoked, you arn't going to walk away happy with yourself.
You're really helpfull... I'm sorry for you Otto, but you're not helping.
Kitki, ignre him... <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
You guys want me to help ? Fine. I'll do the common sense thing that really shouldn't require a topic and people tossing their pity into the mix.
Do something about it. Thats the advice. Sitting there writing stuff in a blog isn't solving anything. Grow up, talk to youre dad and mom, prepare for a lot of crap to go down, which it will, but the end result will be that youre in a (preferably somewhat) better situation youre in now. We can't help with what to say. Only you know you're parents.
Have a nice day. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
I guess this thread isn't for you then. You're one of those people who think all problems can be solved through <i>talking</i>, and that everyone automatically knows how to sort **** out. Congrats on being another ignorant turd.
Things improve a lot more once you get out of the damn house, as far as mental stability goes....
No matter what happens just tell yourself that crap changes (thankfully) and change keeps the world moving
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This is the kind of thing that results from spending too much time admiring oneself in the mirror. You're not as pretty as you think, Forlorn. Please leave. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
What the hell are you talking about? (On multiple accounts?)
Ahem, this is what happens when you think you are smart but really aren't.
Cam, may I add that you've done nothing to help his problem other than to ignore it. So you run away from all of life's problems? Great attititude.
Good God, start a flame war with several people here why don't you, getting this thread locked is REALLY gonna help Kitki out. I know you feel like you want to help here, but try to dispute bad advice without personal assults for 30 seconds.
suck it up honestly just suck it up for 3 more years hell youve been doing it for 15 years? just 3 more years and you can leave you wont need them anymore
Sorry, I hope this makes sense, I'm a bit drunk at the moment.
Good God, start a flame war with several people here why don't you, getting this thread locked is REALLY gonna help Kitki out. I know you feel like you want to help here, but try to dispute bad advice without personal assults for 30 seconds. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
I forsaw this, that's why I linked him to some place usefull...
suck it up honestly just suck it up for 3 more years hell youve been doing it for 15 years? just 3 more years and you can leave you wont need them anymore <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Technically 1. I'm in Ontario, Canada, where it's legal at 16.
Cam and Switft, Thanks <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/biggrin-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Invader Scoot, he plays AA a lot.. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo--> And games.. <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/confused-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
**** it, I wanted help, just close the damn topic
suck it up honestly just suck it up for 3 more years hell youve been doing it for 15 years? just 3 more years and you can leave you wont need them anymore <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Technically 1. I'm in Ontario, Canada, where it's legal at 16.
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even better dude just 1 year then leave and get a good job
(hope i didnt sound like a **** because that was not my intention)
I have a job, and plan on saving 20-30 a week..
Thanks.. I think my dad's calmed down though.. But knowing him, that wont last
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Good luck man, I hope it turns out well. Sorry I couldn't be of any help.
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Good luck man, I hope it turns out well. Sorry I couldn't be of any help. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Eh, sorry.. I meant to put something, skipped my mind.
I might try confronting him.. I dont know though..
anyway.. i really do hope things get better for you.. keep your chin up, kid. there are opportunities for happiness and utility in the world. seize whatever you can, make yourself a better and happier person.