I had problems with acne since 7th grade, and 4 years have passed and it still resides on my fucking face. I have become anti-social and have lost self confidence because of my little red friends over my face. FUCK THEM. I have tried using various cleansing oils and what not but it hasn't had any effect on me. I get self conscious and imagine that everybody is staring and judging my pimples when they're talking to me - because of this I have no friends and push people away even if they get close to me. I hope that my acnes will go away soon so I can have... (continued)

I'm angry at myself for being born in this fucked up family - my mom is overbearing to the extreme, my dad is indifferent, and my sister is weird and cold. I wish I was born in another family. fuck. and i also have acne on my face, i wish it would go away

We've been together for two years, and moved out together last month. I was so convinced that living together, in a new city, would be exciting and romantic. Coming from a small country town, I thought that it'd be an adventure, exploring our new city together.
Now we're here and I hate this place, and am fast falling out of love with this guy.
I do all the cooking and cleaning alone. I watch movies and hang out at the mall alone. I'm romantically exploring this city by myself, because he will not leave his computer: "The guild needs me!"
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For the past three months my uncle has just been getting high staying up all night keeping the whole family up, my grandmother has dementia and she is losing her mind, my mom works 100 hours a week so we can have a better life, my father left me and I still haven't met him, and the rest of my family is crazy. Not to mention that I'm failing algebra because of all this. I'm starting to act out and I'm getting and attitude and I'm starting to snap and just yell and go to my room. I need just someone to talk to. I go to a psychologist but it never helps. I ... (continued)

I met my dad when I was 16 for the first time. He told me to get the hell off the property. He knew of my birth when I was born, but he kicked me off the property when I found out who he was and where he lived. I was 16 at the time. I went back 2 weeks later after I was kicked off the property and I introduced myself to one of 3 kids. I told him that his dad was my dad and that he was my brother. I asked to see a picture of the family and he showed me the picture. I saw myself inside the family. I look like my real father and one of my brothers.
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