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That day first time i saw that guy he was so weird too see but funny too, he always tried to talk to me but i was scared if i talk to him my boyfriend got voilent above me so i stayed away from him .
But one day i asked him wheather he is from my collage, and he simply said : no then i din't talk to him anymore .

I always go for my computer classes but i never looked at him also and completed my class and go home without talking a word with anyone coz i was in depression and i don't want to create any issues in front of public coz my boyfriend was so mad at me he never allowed me to talk with any girl nor he gave me chance to look at any boy.

He always told me to put down my head and walk so how can i make a male friend?
I was totally broken when i met that guy but i can't be a burden to anyone with my senti-life story so i was dying inside and keeping a fake smile in my face, till that day my boyfriend was becoming so harsh on me for physical attachment and had bitten me several times but i used to smile.

I forgot to tell you that my boyfriend's uncle was a "Don" in mumbai, i am not afraid of that but i was afraid of getting my family members hurt so i never want to share my problem with anyone and i  left it in my destiny
which was not with me.

But oneday we had our weekly test on our computer class that day that guy came and sat beside me,and i knew he don't know anything coz he was not interested in study and left school a year ago
so he just looked at my answer sheet i smiled at him and he too i showed him my answers and he copied, and he made fun about one of a guy sitting beside him we laughed and talk too much from that day we became friend i used to call him my computer friend....

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My story starts in 7th grade, even though I'm only in 8th, a lot has happened since then. I'm Claire by the way. 13 years old. don't read this if you judge but ok yeah anyways.

The first day I walked into a public school I was like "fuck yeah it's middle school yayy" but really no. It was hell, pure hell. I got called fat by 2 eighth graders and oh it gets better because that's the first week only. After three weeks I was getting called names by a lot of people I didn't even know... one of the eighth grade popular girls walked by me with all her friends and said "oh this one's really ugly." I looked at them and said "what?" and they said " oh and she's a dumb ass too! How nice, see you late caterpillar eyebrows" and I just ran in to the bathroom and started crying. That's when I started cutting . I had cut before but only once that was because I was getting made fun of in 6th grade. But anyways I hid it from my parents. How could I tell them that their precious little princess came home crying every single day? How could I l tell them that I was cutting myself with a razor blade and a kitchen knife. 

It was getting bad. started wearing long sleeves all the time, at home and at school until one day after me and my parents got in to a huge fight and my dad hit me and I locked myself in the bathroom. Grabbed any sharp thing I could find and so I cut myself really bad I did it 3 times across my right arm. my mom knocked on the door and I didn't want her to think anything was wrong so I just let her in and I hid my right hand behind my back and she got really curious so she asked why I had my arm behind my back and I responded with "because I fucking want to" and then she's like "let me see " and I said "no fuck off" then she grabbed my arm and yanked it in front of me. I winced as she grabbed on one of the parts where I cut myself. 

She first got mad at me. she called me sick, crazy, and asked how could I do that to myself and all that. After 2 days she finally was able to except it, my dad? not so much. All he cared about was how I could get a job with scars like that. 2 weeks later after my parents finally were able to calm down I still was getting bullied. That's when things got really bad
after about 2 and a half months of being in school my life changed in to a living hell. One time when I was in PE there was this kid that asked me out and he was in eighth grade and just because I said no he got really mad and started acting like an ass and he was in my PE class so it was fantastic. We were playing field hockey and while I was running he trips me with his stick then laughs. he's like "take that you fucking bitch" trying to hide my tears I got up tried cussing him out then he punted the ball right in to my shin. I just ran in to the PE locker room and stood there until it was time to change. Some of the popular girls were in my pe period so when I was changing one girl walked by me and snapped my bra on my back and laughed. I just got changed then ran out of that place. I only had a couple friends. They weren't the best out there because my best friend was kind of out of control with boys. But I didn't do anything people just assumed I did so she dragged me down along with her. so I got called a slut a lot . people just walked by me and said ""haha hey slut" and then whisper and laugh at my behind my back. 

That's when I finally told my mom what I was going through and she actually was very comforting about it. 
Finally it was spring break, I was so happy! Finally I could get away from all the shit Happening at school. But I should have said that. On a hike with 2 guides and I hate walks so I walked in front of everyone. there was the guide with me the second one was with my family. at first we were just talking about nature then he told me how old he was then asked me how old I was I just said "13" I mean he's just my walking guide. Then things got really weird. I started getting scared. When he saw a butterfly instead of pointing me to it he put his arm around me and held my hand and pointed my finger to it. that's when I started having my feelers up. I knew something was wrong. Why would he be doing this. I thought maybe they are more friendly in Nicaragua . so I just kept my distance as we walking and kind of walked slowly so my family could catch up . I saw a monkey so I tried taking a picture of it. all of a sudden I felt rough hands massaging my shoulders. I went cold. I started really freaking out and he started massaging around my neck . that's when my eyes teared. I kept on wondering what he was gonna do to me or if he would kill me or rape me or something . He started going underneath my clothes and I went stiff. I was scared if I ran he would hurt me. and I was scared if I screamed he would kill me. so I just let him, he continued down lower and started kissing my neck. I will never forget that feeling of his rough hands on my skin. I felt paralyzed . I felt like there was nothing I could do about it. He was unbuttoning my shorts when he heard my little brothers laugh so he jerked his hands off of me. I felt dizzy. scared. like I was going to die. When my mom came up he pretended he was showing me different flowers and he gave me that look to while the tears off my face. so I did. by the time my parents appeared I smiled and looked at them, they asked why I was crying and the Guide answered that I could have allergies. he was 27 and I was 13. I will never forget that. his cold eyes, his sick mind. He enjoyed when I stayed still because he knew that I know he was stronger then me. I didn't tell my parents until a while later. 

When I got back to school there was a rumor spread about me that I had sex with some boy named Nathan, and I didn't even know who he was so every time I walked by the popular kids they would yell out slut or laugh at me or some shit like that. After two weeks of consecutive bullying and being called fat I tried cutting myself, making my self throw up. But I felt like nothing was working. So I did what I thought was the best option. One day my mom was downstairs and I was watching Tv. so I went in cabinets looking for pills. I took 8 Tylenols but that wasn't enough and my mom noticed an empty box so she slept with me that night to make sure I was ok. The next morning when she was downstairs I ran in to her room and took 9 gigantic NyQuil pill things that my dad uses to sleep on airplanes. I was about to take them all plus the extra 5 Tylenols until my mom suddenly opened the door and was going to tell me that breakfast was ready. Then she looked at me then saw all the pills and then after crying and after hugging she drove me to a mental hospital when I stayed there for a week for kids that want to kill themselves . 

That's when I told her that I was molested. She burst in to tears and cried so hard I've never seen her cry that hard. She apologized multiple times then said she was going to report it. I had the guilt of living if I only cause people judgement and sadness. When I told my dad he didn't believe me. It took him 2 months to finally trust me. After I got out of the hospital things didn't get any better. But I didn't want to go back there so I just plastered my fake smile on and always pretended I was ok. 

Now I'm in eighth grade and I transferred because I couldn't handle all of the bullying in my other school. I don't fit in my new school which sucks. I can't wait till high school. For those who get bullied or cyber bullied or feel suicidal please kik me claire760 I'm here for all of you:")

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                                   I WILL NEVER HAVE TRUE LOVE



This is the story or a girl who fell in love but it's too late. That girl is me. I've known him for five years, he has loved me for two years, and yet...I realized how deep my feelings are for him...When I left Egypt. I lived in Egypt for most of my life, but currently I live in England. My father's job is the reason why I travel, we have been to Dubai, Lebanon, France, Egypt and England. I'm still fifteen, and I've lived in that much places. I never minded travelling. In fact I love travelling, but when it depends on losing your friends, its a bit hard. I was in Egypt when my father got his job in England. I was thirteen, and it was very hard for me to leave my best friends...It was also a bit hard to say goodbye to him knowing that he does love me. 

I never thought that I'm the kind of girl who would ever fall in love, but when my father told me we are going to England it hit me. I did love him too..I tried to tell him that I can't leave, but I never convinced him. I'm not allowed to add boys on Facebook, so I couldn't talk to him. But my parents don't have twitter, so he followed me and now we talk all the time. It might be great that we can talk, but its not...I'm never going back to Egypt and I will never see him again. He doesn't know that I love him...but he told me that even if he won't ever see me again that he's in love with me..

I don't know what to do..I'm already in love with the only guy I will never see again. I don't know what to do, every single time we talk I fall for him more and more and more..If I stop feeling this for him I know its going to be all ok, but the problem is I KNOW he is the one. I'm never going to see him again, its even more painful when I remember he's never going to stop loving me too, and that we never had the chance to be together in anyway..He even remembers every single accident touch between us, and tells me how good it made him feel. And the only reason he joined the music team in school was because I sing in the music department. He tells me how much he misses my singing, he writes me songs, poems, he supports Black Veil Brides just to show me that he cares about what I think...

I know I will never find a guy who loves me that much and cares for me that way. It really hurts. Sometimes I try to tell myself that it can't be true love because we are too young, but every single time I see his name in my inbox I get this heartache..heartache for missing him, for knowing that he misses me too. 
I try to distract myself sometimes by focusing on my GCSEs, studying too much and trying to do my best..

One day, we had a small fight because I told him to stop making it awkward for us to talk by saying that he loves me, and I get a bit oh hope that he would hate me for treating him bad...but he says sorry anyway, telling me how amazing he thinks I am... I once thought of killing myself or doing something that crazy, but I'm too big of a coward. I think he felt that I'm depressed, he doesn't know why though...he told me that everything will be okay, and that hopefully I will go live in Egypt again someday, and we'd see each other again.

I pray that he would find another girl and forget about me, but I'm still thankful for him loving me no matter what. I didn't tell him that I have feelings for him, and I don't think I ever will. It would only make it worse...

Please comment on what you think, I really need any advice, I can't live with myself anymore knowing I'm hurting him every minute...I will update my story if anything happens between us..Because to be honest, I can't hold it in anymore, I think I'm going to tell him...

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                                       THAT ONE GUY GOT OVER




So this story is one that is taking place as we speak. It is something that I will not be able to get out of, ever, for as long as I live. It is one that breaks my heart on a daily basis.

I am 18 years old. I am ambitious. There are so many things in life that I want to experience. This last summer, I ended my 3 year relationship with the man I thought I was supposed marry. Stupidity and immaturity is to blame for that thought process. Like any teenage girl, I was devastated. Maybe not because he was gone, but because I felt alone. I needed some type of attention from the opposite sex. I just wanted to flirt and feel wanted, nothing serious, just a fun summer fling. My friend introduced me to a man who I had developed a kindergarten crush on earlier that year. And by "kindergarten crush" I mean I thought he was drop dead gorgeous, and way out of my league. Well let me tell you, his league must have been drafting some lower league players, because I put myself out there and he took my bait and gave me a chance. 

Little did I know , him and I were rowing in the same boat. He had also gotten out of a long relationship. Neither of us were looking for anything serious, just some summer fun. Him and I developed a "friends with benefits" relationship. No strings attached, just fun. 
Well leave it to stupid me, I got attached. I fell for him. And at the right time. Allow me to tell you why. "Friend with Benefits and I" , we are expecting a mini us here in approximately 8 months. That's right, I'm pregnant. And he is sticking with me. 

I'm sure you guys are reading this and thinking "this isn't that sad at all" Just hold on to your pants friends, I'm getting there. Well, of course my parents disowned me. I was forced to drop out of the art school of my dreams, and I had nowhere to go. So I moved in with him. I am currently still living with him, but let me tell you, it is hard. Why is it hard? well because him and I just had a serious conversation about this child to be. About us, about our future and what we were going to do. I was expecting an agreement to get married. instead I received the worst news possible.

"This is hard for me, to have this child with you, because you're not the one I want a child with, I am still in love with my ex". 
That was his response. Well, my heart shattered at that very moment. Not only am I pregnant and EXTREMELY hormonal, but this man that I had fallen so hard for still loves his ex. For those of you who have experienced this pain, I feel for you, it is the worst heartache I have ever felt. It is hard to carry his child or even look at him, knowing that I will never be good enough for him. All I can do at this point, is take care of myself, love myself and this child, and prepare to be the best mom I can be. With or without him.

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How long i had to be suffer i din't knew that time  but i was  fighting with my pain and sarrows but till when? one day he came to me and tried to get physically attached i denied then he got angry and started using me such a bad words,and this time he bit me too but i was helpless and i can't do except crying.
I knew this was wrong which i had to end but i was totally helpless. He stopped my college i used to stay at my home now whole day alone as dead body without any work without any anything. 
I was suffering from a depression no one to talk with and nobody was with me. I was totally destroyed and i was not allowed to talk with anyone not even with my friends coz he thought every friend of mine was classless.He was becoming mads over me day by day then after diwali i shifted with my elder sister.

But it seemed to be the worst part of my life she became so arogant with me and kept her boyfriend with her it was very akward for me to settled down with her boyfriend but somehow i managed and settled there.
I should be happy but everyday i was facing problems i was dealing with one problem and now it becames two and i was fully died i was kept as a servant in my sister's house and she used to hide stuffs from me so i can't eat so it was so bad.But i was still dealing with it and then the night came 31st December my sister was going to throw a small party, in which my boyfriend was also invited.

That night we enjoyed a lot but i had a little fear in my heart coz of my boyfriend but thank God we passed that night peacefully. After that days becoming harder but i learned to handle it.
But on 14th February of 2015 my sister thrown me out of her  house. She din't even think where i'll stay.
That day i came to know the real meaning of life.

My mom helped me to shift on a new place, now i had decided to move on and to focus on my studies coz i had my exams of  2nd year so i got busy in my studies .

But that time i was busy in my studies so i forgot about my boyfriend 

But in a meanwhile my luck left me with a shit.....
My boyfriend came back to my life ooh God whats now ?

I somehow managed for my exams and after exams i had nothing to do so my mom put me in computer institute to learn and what happened to my boyfriend?

I'll tell you he was so busy with his friend and his friend's girlfriend so i got lots of time for myself

But he had told me not to attained my classes,so i din't went to my college and din't made any friends 

I had attained my computer class and go back to home and  sit  whole day as a dump.
one day at my colony i met a girl , and we became friends coz i am so talketive so i can make friends just in one meeting we were close friends and used to share everything.Except about my boyfriend.

But you know what? my boyfriend dosen't like her and told me to stay away from her.
Uff! so sad i was again alone my mom who came to know about him was always afraid coz he can do anything. Really anything, but i always told her i am manage to handle everything just to calm her.

But not really i was too tierd of all the things of my life. But i couldn't gave up yet.

Day was passing and i thought this is only in my destiny and i was trying to make myself happy.But  destiny first time  was with me .One day in my computer class a guy came for new admission and from that day my life changed....

remaining story  at next time
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I met her exactly 2 and a half years ago. I was going through a rough time. I was addicted to drugs and on top of that I was drinking heavily. I met this girl, we talked once in a while. I didn't pay much attention to her till we talked a lot more often. Something made me smile, she never judged me in any way. I remember her and I just started to talk about each others problems in everyday life. She seemed to care for me when I vented to her. I started to smile whenever I caught myself thinking about her. We started sending texts to each other more often. Although on my own time I was having more problems happening around me due to my addictions. I couldn't handle it anymore. During the time she moved to her dads which was down in the states. (I lived in Canada) 

I had to focus on fixing myself first. Her and I didn't text as often, by then I checked myself into detox and a rehab program which was residential. I started to sober up and my self esteem was getting a lot better. A couple months went by and I decided to send an e mail to her because we weren't allowed to have cellphones. The week after I had received from her saying how much she missed me. I've never felt so happy before to hear from her. This long distance was killing me, but I survived. The e-mails started to get longer and longer. I remember the night she brought up how she wanted me to ask "the question". No hesitation and it was cheesy because I did it on the spot. We were video chatting every weekends. Even though this long distance relationship was new to me, I was still happy as ever. I've never had someone like this in my life, she made me feel so comfortable with myself, like I could say anything and everything and she would support me. I would return the favor to her by being understanding, supportive and compromising whenever we had conflicts. We would try to talk to each over every time I had weekend visits with my mother. We would sleep on the phone or send texts all night. 

Two months after I moved back into my mothers and had told her. She was very excited. All we did was text 24/7. We would have conflicts once in a while, just minor stuff. Then one night I went and hung out with some old friends (people who are trying to be sober can't really hang out with people who use drugs and alcohol) I relapsed again, I was able to hide it for a while till I got caught and sent to a homeless shelter. When I told her about it she was hurt. This was my own fault, She was still by my side and it made me happy. It took me a while to get back up on my feet. Rehab again. Instead of handing my cellphone in I kept it on me so I could talk to my girlfriend. I haven't gotten caught with it through out the whole visit. This time I was sure to stay sober. She told me that I could talk to her about my cravings and things. 

We fell hard for each other. I remember she would call me baby, that felt so good to hear. As time went by her and I still had the occasional arguments couples have. Either of us weren't mad at each other for very long. I was able to keep my sobriety and even got a job as a cashier. My girlfriend missed me so much at times because I was going to school and working part time. I finally saved enough money to go see her. She managed to go stay at a friends place so I wouldn't have to pay for a hotel. We talked on the phone during flight stops and I have never felt so content. 

Finally, I'm around. She gave me so many kisses and I held her for a few hours. During the visit I asked the big question when her and I were alone. "Will you marry me?". She had a big smile on her face, the term "ear to ear" would be more like it. She made me feel like the top of the world. I remember I would kiss her ring finger a lot. She would giggle and give me hugs, we wouldn't leave the sight of each other. Then the end of the two week visit came. I had to go back home, go back to work. We weren't looking forward to it, we had to bus it back to the airport. I held her before I went to go check in, I haven't cried for years until that day. I could tell she held her tears back, she told me "please don't cry". I couldn't help it. Our last kiss and hug then I had to go onto the plane back to Canada. 

I felt so empty during the whole plane ride. I kept thinking about how much I miss her already. She made me feel so complete. She was my specialist. She's been so strong when I felt down and under the weather. I finally got home, still feeling empty. I talked to her on the phone and she was so sad. The next day or so I had to carry on with going back to school. I didn't go back to work because I felt so lost and couldn't maintain anything. After a while I stopped going to school but still talking to my fiance, she felt like she was "lost". She stopped taking medication and had gotten kicked out to go live with her grandparents. She settled in and I could tell her self esteem was low. The month after the visit, she wouldn't tell me that she loved me. She would talk less to me. My own fiance wouldn't even tell me that she loved me. My heart ached, my heart sank so low. The love of my life doesn't want to be my fiance anymore. I had received a text; "I wish you didn't love me anymore". My heartache hurt so much. "This was it" I said. My depression came back. I learned that I couldn't trust anyone. She broke her promise. Every night I kept saying to myself, I'm done, I'm gonna commit suicide. I barely slept and kept checking my phone for messages to see if she sent me anything. Nothing, not even a sorry or anything. A few hours later I grabbed a bunch of iron medication. I swallowed at least 30 of them. My mom could hear me vomiting and immediately called 911. I remember waking up and her crying by the hospital bed. She told me to move out. She had suggested that I go to an intensive care unit for suicidal and unstable people. I did go, the first night I had received a text. "I'm so sorry for breaking up for this engagement I was in a mess". She broke up the engagement because she wasn't taking her medication. She told me in an e mail she sent me a long time ago. I still have a heart ache whenever I think about it.

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                                       HEY EVERYONE!
Today I am going to tell my story its been so hard for me to live my life with this burden in my heart thats why i am writing this. It was a summer when i first came to this new place to complete my graduation i was so young that time n full of excitement.My life is going to change from that day ,i was so excited and found many new friends. It was so good to see a new place n make fun with friends everything was going so normal.But destiny was writing something else for me and that had changed my life forever .It was valentines
day of 2014 me with my friend was went out to hang around but that was the biggest mistake of my life that day i met with a guy i don't want to mention his name .
That day i first saw the devil who destroyed my life ,first day when i met him he seemed to be very innocent guy he din't even talk to me properly.But next day he came to my college to meet me i introduced him with my friends then we became friends for 4 days then after that he proposed me n i thought its okay i'll be with him for just timepass so i accept his proposal.

So we were engaged after 1 month of our relationship he had to leave the place for his management course so he came to meet me till then i was totally in love with him, we met for an hour and then he left it was so hard for me to stay one night without talking to him and i called him several times but his phone was off i was worried but he told me it will take 4days to reach his destination so i thought it was just because of his battery so i stayed calm.

But i was still trying to contact him and after 5 days he called me i was so happy to hear his voice i asked him he is okay or not and did he missed me?
But the answer was so worst he said i din't even tried to call him 
But that was not true i did it .But he was not ready to trust me ,but its ok atleast he reached safely that only matters for me.
But things went wrong day by day every night he got drunk and used such a bad words to me in phone that i had never heard,i used to cry every night before i go to sleep.
The things go even wrong when i was going to give my 1st year examination he was mentally torturing me every night and in the morning he act like he don't know anything .But i used to forgive him because he always cry in phone and it melts my heart  during exam he din't even feel that i had lots of pressure and he still continues doing same shit but this time more worst he din't allow me to go to my collage but i managed and my exams were over.
I went home on my vaccation and spend a good time with my family and i was happy and recovering with my pain.
But my luck always give me shit ...
The day had come when he was returning to my place every girlfriend has to be happy when their loved one comes to meet them but in my case i was very scared and worried.
But i managed to bring smile in my face. we talked went out he told me about the place where he had gone but somewhere in my heart i knew that this smile is not for long 
And as i said things happend to be worst and worst day by day i was young and couldn't handle this anymore so i had decided to leave him but when i told him i am going to leave he became mat and started threatning me beating me and i was afraid and  i decided to be in a relationship i was dying inside me and i can't ask help from anyone i used to blame myself.
I din't told my family members about it coz i don't want to give them any tensions 
But me? I was dying every single day does love hurts this much??
I gave him my 100 percent but he tooks advantage and this story not ends over here.
The more devil side has to come yet 

Its been too long so next story on next time

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