Welll I grew up in a christian family. My grandmother was one of the most religious people you could have ever met. She always wanted me to become a christian. & both my parents and sister are Christians too. When I was around 7 I accepted Jesus into my life. From then on I was almost high on Jesus. I have over 20 bibles. I would read and study like crazy. I went to study groups, youth group, sunday school, church, I worked in the nursery, went to workcamps, ect.
Well when i got to highschool I started drifting away from God. I got made fun of for everything I believed in so I stopped mentioning it. I started drinking and swearing. By sophomore year I tried pot. I used to be so smart. Straight A student and my grades were okay but never as good and I had no motivation to do anything. By junior year I started fooling around with guys. No guy had ever wanted to date me so I started hanging out with a junior in college and I would go over his house on the weekends and and we would/drink smoke and hookup. Well my parents found out after awhile and I felt so ashamed in myself and after he knew my parents knew he never talked to me again. Over the summer I started hanging out with a kid from work who I thought liked me, he could make me smile no matter what he said and was one of the nicest guys ever. We hooked up but I didnt think he was using me. Well that didnt last long. He started dating girls and not talking to me, and then when he broke up with them would call me up to have sex again. & I wanted him to like me so I agreed.
One time at a party entering my senior year I was so drunk I ended up having sex with someone I definitely didnt want to and I dont remember any of it. I was videotaped the whole time it happened and I still to this day cant get over it. Later that year one of my best friends thought I got too drunk again and started hitting me and punching me in the head. I called her a <Staff Edit> I didnt even know what I was saying and she proceeded to hit me and then locked me in a upstairs room. My other best friend came upstairs like an hour later and slept with me in the same bed and wouldnt leave me all night and took me home early in the morning. I never was friends with that other girl again though.
I became really depresseed. I started cutting myself. My friends spent more times with their boyfriends than me. My parents hated me for all my sneeking around and bad decisions. I cried myself to sleep almost every night. The only thing I could love and hold on to was my dog. I ended up having sex that guy from work again and a guy who just graduated college. I was the reason the kid from work cheated on his gf and she never found out and I always feel so guilty. I dont even know what love is anymore ive had so many <Staff Edit>ed up relationships. I have sex to feel loved and I end up feeling more empty.
Senior year my grades became D's I didnt want to move through the day. I was a dancer and hated dance. I barely even went to it.
Now im in college. I attend Liberty University in Virginia. Its one of the biggest christian schools. My parents made me come. I hate it here I have no friends, its so far away, I hate the food and Im not doing that well. I dont even want to live anymore. I hate myself, my body. Everytime I look into the mirror I hate myself even more.If I didnt think when Id die id go to hell id prolly have killed myself already. I dont understand why I am here I dont want to be here. I read some of revelations tonight and Im afraid of God and of death. I want to believe in God but still be able to do things that I previously did that arent approved by God. Im so lost and miserable. I dunno I dunno whats going to happen.
I need help. I feel like I should talk to someone but idk who.
Well when i got to highschool I started drifting away from God. I got made fun of for everything I believed in so I stopped mentioning it. I started drinking and swearing. By sophomore year I tried pot. I used to be so smart. Straight A student and my grades were okay but never as good and I had no motivation to do anything. By junior year I started fooling around with guys. No guy had ever wanted to date me so I started hanging out with a junior in college and I would go over his house on the weekends and and we would/drink smoke and hookup. Well my parents found out after awhile and I felt so ashamed in myself and after he knew my parents knew he never talked to me again. Over the summer I started hanging out with a kid from work who I thought liked me, he could make me smile no matter what he said and was one of the nicest guys ever. We hooked up but I didnt think he was using me. Well that didnt last long. He started dating girls and not talking to me, and then when he broke up with them would call me up to have sex again. & I wanted him to like me so I agreed.
One time at a party entering my senior year I was so drunk I ended up having sex with someone I definitely didnt want to and I dont remember any of it. I was videotaped the whole time it happened and I still to this day cant get over it. Later that year one of my best friends thought I got too drunk again and started hitting me and punching me in the head. I called her a <Staff Edit> I didnt even know what I was saying and she proceeded to hit me and then locked me in a upstairs room. My other best friend came upstairs like an hour later and slept with me in the same bed and wouldnt leave me all night and took me home early in the morning. I never was friends with that other girl again though.
I became really depresseed. I started cutting myself. My friends spent more times with their boyfriends than me. My parents hated me for all my sneeking around and bad decisions. I cried myself to sleep almost every night. The only thing I could love and hold on to was my dog. I ended up having sex that guy from work again and a guy who just graduated college. I was the reason the kid from work cheated on his gf and she never found out and I always feel so guilty. I dont even know what love is anymore ive had so many <Staff Edit>ed up relationships. I have sex to feel loved and I end up feeling more empty.
Senior year my grades became D's I didnt want to move through the day. I was a dancer and hated dance. I barely even went to it.
Now im in college. I attend Liberty University in Virginia. Its one of the biggest christian schools. My parents made me come. I hate it here I have no friends, its so far away, I hate the food and Im not doing that well. I dont even want to live anymore. I hate myself, my body. Everytime I look into the mirror I hate myself even more.If I didnt think when Id die id go to hell id prolly have killed myself already. I dont understand why I am here I dont want to be here. I read some of revelations tonight and Im afraid of God and of death. I want to believe in God but still be able to do things that I previously did that arent approved by God. Im so lost and miserable. I dunno I dunno whats going to happen.
I need help. I feel like I should talk to someone but idk who.
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