I'm So Lonely I Could Die…
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Vilma <v…@hotbox.ru> wrote in message <news:1jykefoazn0xu$.dlg@123hotbox.ru>… > so what’s wrong with 30? Don’t tell my you’re really picky and have a long > list of desirable attributes? Well you could always move if it got serious > and vice versa.
Fuck Vilma. Vilma gains cold-hearted sexual pleasure, humor, and happiness from neglecting the safety of helpless boy children.
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Vilma <v…@hotbox.ru> wrote in message <news:1jykefoazn0xu$.dlg@123hotbox.ru>… > so what’s wrong with 30? Don’t tell my you’re really picky and have a long > list of desirable attributes? Well you could always move if it got serious > and vice versa.
http://www.fathermag.com/news/rape/watertown.shtml http://www.fathermag.com/news/rape/pontiac.shtml Fuck unfair Vilma I am going to give these rapists a taste of their own medicine. WTFuck are you gonna do about it? Fucking unfair scum. You care about little girls but leave little boys in the dust. Stinky sexist anti-boy Vilma. A girl committing a wrong deserves the same punishment a boy would get for the same wrong. Do the crime. Do the time. A rape is a rape is a rape. Neither I — nor anyone in their right logical morally-correct, rational mind — gives a fuck about a child’s gender. Abuse of children is an equally loathsome act regardless of the genders of the perpetrators or victims. Abuse among children is an equally loathsome act regardless of the genders of the perpetrators or victims. These girls should burn in sexual hell for what’ve they’ve done. I want to kill the rapist, kill her, I don’t care if daddy hung her by the vagina. I want to kill the rapist. I want her to suffer as victims have. I want rapists to suffer. Kill them. Hang them. Burn them. Rape is a violent cold-hearted act deserving of equally-sadistic punishment. These girls are sexually-violent monsters and deserve to slowly and painfully chopped up with a hot oxyaceytlene welding torch. Blind them wind UV laser. Blow their cochlea with sine-wave tone generator. Whatever you do, kill these rapists. I want these rapists to die a slow, painful death. Prior to their deaths, I want them to get a taste of their own medicine. You want to commit an equal-oppurtunity crime, plan on recieving equal-oppurtunity punishment. Die rapists. Die. I want rapists to die. Kill them. Fry them in a container of fire-hot butterfat. Rapists caused unspeakable damage to their victims. Even a slow, torturous death is nothing compared to the horror of being raped. So kill these rapists. Kill them. I don’t care if they are girls. I don’t care if their victims are males. I want these vicious criminals executed. I want to seem these sick scums dead. Science has already proven that average girl under 14 is: 1. Stronger 2. Bigger 3. Heavier 4. Taller 5. Harder-bodied 6. Tougher 7. Higher-IQed 8. Faster 9. More energetic 10. More aggresive 11. More violent 12. More cold-hearted [but less hot-hearted] 13. More openly abusive [sexually and otherwise] to members of the opposite gender 14. More openly sexist against members of the opposite gender 15. Better coordinated 16. More alert 17. Less tense 18. Less emotional 19. More emotionally-stable 20. Less compassionate 21. Less mature in personality 22. More sexually-violent 23. Less likely to suffer from diseases 24. Less likely to die from the ailments that affect her 25. Can speak in a lower-pitched voice 26. Greater in ability to control her voice and voluntary movement than the average boy under 14 of the same age. For the average girl under 14, the younger she is, the more different [in terms of the above 26 facts] she is from the average boy under 14 of the same age. Yet the fucked-up society of humans [including stinky fuck Vilma] continues to treat little girls better* than little boys. No non-human living organism has ever formed such a cold-hearted society. Show how illogical, immoral, un-scientific, un-natural, and irrational the society of humans is. Machismo, chivalry, feminism, misandry, and lesbianism are all forms of sexism against males. *Better = more compassion, more sympathy, more respect, more gentleness, more easiness, more empathy, more cleanliness, more protection, more luxury, more personal space, more privacy, more security, more freedom, etc. The abuse of girls is socially-acceptable only if the abusers are female. The perpetrators of FGM, foot-binding, killing-of-girl-babies, and other girl-abuses are usually female because men/boys wouldn’t get away with it. This abuse of girls is the fault of women/girls and not of innocent men/boys. Men/boys are in a catch-22 situation in these situations. When a women/girl abuses a girl, a man/boy has two equally-fatal choices: 1. Rescue the girl from the woman/other-girl. If he does this, he will be tortured to death by the society of humans for intefering w/ female-only activities. 2. Ignore the situation. If he does this, the society of humans will blame him for abusing the girl and will torture him to death. In any case, the women/girls can always gang-up on him and accuse him of abusing all the females. The society of humans will then torture this poor man/boy to death for abusing girls, intefering w/female-only activities and for harming all the females. Even if he wasn’t close enough to witness the girl-abuse, the society of humans will torture him to death for being near the zone where the girl was abused. Any man/boy is always at risk when a girl is being abused. The society of humans has never — in any culture — tolerated man-to-girl abuse or boy-to-girl abuse. That is not to say that it doesn’t occur. Of course it does but the men/boys who perpetrate it are tortured to death by the public when the case is publicized. If anyone wants to stop girl-abuse, they should punish the women/girls who perpertrate it and stop blaming innocent men/boys.
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Please die.
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"Eva" <evabarret…@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:152cee6d.0410302055.53034051@posting.google.com… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> Is anyone else here completely alone in life? I have no family and no > friends. I know that sounds pathetic, but unfortunately it’s true. I > often wonder on why Earth this had to happen to me. > Only a year ago, I had a mother and a father. My father has always > been abusive, but at least my mother has always been loving and was > always my best (and only) friend in life. My mother would visit me, > talk with me, and help me out when I suffered through health problems. > I had someone on this Earth who genuinely loved me, and it was > sufficient to know that at least there was one person on this planet > who cared about me–my mother. > Socially, I am shy and don’t know how or where to meet people, and the > few people I’ve ever actually been friends with in life have ended up > betraying me and rejecting me. I had a few friends in grade school, > but when I was forced by my father to move away for a year, my friends > forgot about me and rejected me when I returned in 8th grade. I had a > long-term boyfriend, but he repeatedly cheated on me, lied to me, and > eventually left me for a rich woman who could support him. Yet through > all the heartache, I had my mother to make me feel better about life. > Now, I’m 30 years old and have NO ONE. Never in a million years did I > ever think that I (or anyone else) could end up alone without choosing > to do so. I always thought that basically everyone has relatives and > parents, so how could anyone end up all alone? > Well, a year ago my abusive father forced my mother to move 3,000 > miles away from me. I haven’t seen her since. My mother is completely > financially dependant on my father, and she obeys his every command. > Basically, my father has forced my mother to choose between having a > daughter and having a roof over her head. She chose the latter. My > mother knows how terribly unhappy and lonely I am as a result of being > abandoned by her, but every time she starts to feel guilty, my abusive > father makes her hang up the phone, so that she can avoid having to > think about me. Then he’ll start in with his "brainwashing" routine so > she won’t feel guilty: "Eva is worthless, you owe her nothing. If she > can’t handle being alone, that’s her problem." My father tells my > mother that if I’m "messed up" enough to kill myself over this, so be > it! > When my parents moved away in early January, they didn’t even tell me > that they were moving. At the time, I was also in the midst of a > severely painful 2-month-long flare-up of the chronic illness that I > have. At least I’m not in constant pain, but when I’m in the midst of > one of my prolonged "attacks" the pain is so horrible that I want to > shoot myself. My illness is incurable and I have a good doctor who > prescribes pain medicine when I have the attacks, yet I still have a > lot of physical pain, and I have horrible emotional pain over being > left out in the cold like a sick kitten. Last year (for the first time > in my life) my father refused to let my mother visit me for > Thanksgiving. I spent the day alone and crying. Then things got even > worse–I got sick over Christmas and my birthday. Once again, this was > the first Christmas and first birthday without my mother. Over the > "holidays", I was all alone, crying, and in horrific pain. > I don’t think I can get through another holiday season all alone. Now > I not only have no friends, I also have no parents. No Thanksgiving > turkey, no Christmas tree, no birthday flowers, no food, NO LOVE. I’m > either alone and crying in my house, or I’m alone and sad walking down > the street or into a store. My work is very solitary, so I won’t be > meeting anyone there. I barely have any free time for "social > activities", and I wouldn’t know where to meet people even if I had > the time. No one out there is going to care about me–I know this from > experience. I’ve found that people are always out to use other people; > the only people who truly care are family, and now my family is gone. > I work, I sleep, I cry–what a life! I really don’t know how much more > of it I can take. Everyone else has someone; I have NO ONE. Thanks for > reading this.
Okay maybe I was a bit premature saying "please die". Your story is actually a lot sadder than most of the bitches who come here claiming to be "lonely" despite their husband, children and full fucking life. You did have a boyfriend though, no doubt you picked him for his looks which is why he cheated on you again and again and ended up with a rich woman. You refused to date one of the many nice guys who were interested in you because they did not look anything like the hunky guys in the movies you watched. You see what happens when you are shallow? You end up alone and sad. It might seem like fun in your 20s but you pay for it. And obviously you haven’t learned your lesson. That’s too bad. I spend Christmas etc. alone too. I spend every day alone. I’ve NEVER had a girlfriend. I am probably just like one of the guys you rejected in your 20s when everything was fun and guys were "expendable". Everyone else doesn’t have someone at all. Right now you are living the life of at least 1/3 and probably 1/2 of all MEN your age. Only a tiny percentage of women have to go through it, but the fact you are one of them is good because at least some women get to see what it’s like. It won’t make them any less shallow, of course. They’ll go through their whole lives alone waiting for their perfect hunk with $$$ to come along and "rescue them". Sorry, but that only happens in movies.
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On 30 Oct 2004 21:55:13 -0700, Eva wrote: – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> Is anyone else here completely alone in life? I have no family and no > friends. I know that sounds pathetic, but unfortunately it’s true. I > often wonder on why Earth this had to happen to me. > Only a year ago, I had a mother and a father. My father has always > been abusive, but at least my mother has always been loving and was > always my best (and only) friend in life. My mother would visit me, > talk with me, and help me out when I suffered through health problems. > I had someone on this Earth who genuinely loved me, and it was > sufficient to know that at least there was one person on this planet > who cared about me–my mother. > Socially, I am shy and don’t know how or where to meet people, and the > few people I’ve ever actually been friends with in life have ended up > betraying me and rejecting me. I had a few friends in grade school, > but when I was forced by my father to move away for a year, my friends > forgot about me and rejected me when I returned in 8th grade. I had a > long-term boyfriend, but he repeatedly cheated on me, lied to me, and > eventually left me for a rich woman who could support him. Yet through > all the heartache, I had my mother to make me feel better about life. > Now, I’m 30 years old and have NO ONE. Never in a million years did I > ever think that I (or anyone else) could end up alone without choosing > to do so. I always thought that basically everyone has relatives and > parents, so how could anyone end up all alone? > Well, a year ago my abusive father forced my mother to move 3,000 > miles away from me. I haven’t seen her since. My mother is completely > financially dependant on my father, and she obeys his every command. > Basically, my father has forced my mother to choose between having a > daughter and having a roof over her head. She chose the latter. My > mother knows how terribly unhappy and lonely I am as a result of being > abandoned by her, but every time she starts to feel guilty, my abusive > father makes her hang up the phone, so that she can avoid having to > think about me. Then he’ll start in with his "brainwashing" routine so > she won’t feel guilty: "Eva is worthless, you owe her nothing. If she > can’t handle being alone, that’s her problem." My father tells my > mother that if I’m "messed up" enough to kill myself over this, so be > it! > When my parents moved away in early January, they didn’t even tell me > that they were moving. At the time, I was also in the midst of a > severely painful 2-month-long flare-up of the chronic illness that I > have. At least I’m not in constant pain, but when I’m in the midst of > one of my prolonged "attacks" the pain is so horrible that I want to > shoot myself. My illness is incurable and I have a good doctor who > prescribes pain medicine when I have the attacks, yet I still have a > lot of physical pain, and I have horrible emotional pain over being > left out in the cold like a sick kitten. Last year (for the first time > in my life) my father refused to let my mother visit me for > Thanksgiving. I spent the day alone and crying. Then things got even > worse–I got sick over Christmas and my birthday. Once again, this was > the first Christmas and first birthday without my mother. Over the > "holidays", I was all alone, crying, and in horrific pain. > I don’t think I can get through another holiday season all alone. Now > I not only have no friends, I also have no parents. No Thanksgiving > turkey, no Christmas tree, no birthday flowers, no food, NO LOVE. I’m > either alone and crying in my house, or I’m alone and sad walking down > the street or into a store. My work is very solitary, so I won’t be > meeting anyone there. I barely have any free time for "social > activities", and I wouldn’t know where to meet people even if I had > the time. No one out there is going to care about me–I know this from > experience. I’ve found that people are always out to use other people; > the only people who truly care are family, and now my family is gone. > I work, I sleep, I cry–what a life! I really don’t know how much more > of it I can take. Everyone else has someone; I have NO ONE. Thanks for > reading this. > Eva
Hi Eva, Yeah it must be awful not to have your Mum round if she was your only support system and friend. I’m very attached to my family and can only begin to imagine how awful it is not to have them around. You could try to find your local womens group, they sometimes have get togethers and courses you can do where you might be able to meet others (and often free counselling services as well). Or join some group doing an activity you enjoy, a few ideas, martial arts, gym, (get fit and meet others) college courses, church if you are religious, territorial army. You say you are shy but it is worse for you to be lonely than to maybe make a fool of yourself talking to someone. Start conversations with friendly looking strangers if you go out. Who cares what they think? Some might think you are nuts and might not be friendly but others will respond well. I guess all that is easily said though and more difficult to do. You have one thing going for you though that you may not have had previously in that you are out of you past situation with your family and can live without its influence directly affecting you, i.e. you wouldn’t have to bring it up in conversation til you really got to know someone well and it’s not in your face. I know you must be worried about your Mum but since there is nothing you can do for her you must concentrate on making your own life more comfortable. Your Mother must get herself out of her situation when she is ready. Hey Darkfalz, you missed out here, being bitter. You had a perfect opportunity to chat up and mate up with Eva and you wasted it whining. I know a lot of women are into superficial things but we aren’t all. You say women go for the nasty men and the nice guys get bummed out so I can only imagine that by going on the attack like you did you are trying to be one of the nasty guys now to see if that approach scores more for you, you gotta whine less. Good luck though, I wish you luck in your quest for company as I’m sure you’re not totally evil just embittered. Good Luck Eva
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Patricia <sm…@here.com> wrote in message <news:BDAC7EA1.2526%smile@here.com>… > On 1/11/04 10:35 pm, in article > 5f9008c8.0411011435.20f83…@posting.google.com, "The Putt King" > <ThePuttK…@msn.com> wrote: > > "Darkfalz" <darkfalz.use…@gmail.com> wrote in message > > <news:2uja89F28d7i7U1@uni-berlin.de>… > >> "Eva" <evabarret…@hotmail.com> wrote in message > >> news:152cee6d.0410302055.53034051@posting.google.com… > >>> Is anyone else here completely alone in life? I have no family and no > >>> friends. I know that sounds pathetic, but unfortunately it’s true. I > >>> often wonder on why Earth this had to happen to me. > >>> Only a year ago, I had a mother and a father. My father has always > >>> been abusive, but at least my mother has always been loving and was > >>> always my best (and only) friend in life. My mother would visit me, > >>> talk with me, and help me out when I suffered through health problems. > >>> I had someone on this Earth who genuinely loved me, and it was > >>> sufficient to know that at least there was one person on this planet > >>> who cared about me–my mother. > >>> Socially, I am shy and don’t know how or where to meet people, and the > >>> few people I’ve ever actually been friends with in life have ended up > >>> betraying me and rejecting me. I had a few friends in grade school, > >>> but when I was forced by my father to move away for a year, my friends > >>> forgot about me and rejected me when I returned in 8th grade. I had a > >>> long-term boyfriend, but he repeatedly cheated on me, lied to me, and > >>> eventually left me for a rich woman who could support him. Yet through > >>> all the heartache, I had my mother to make me feel better about life. > >>> Now, I’m 30 years old and have NO ONE. Never in a million years did I > >>> ever think that I (or anyone else) could end up alone without choosing > >>> to do so. I always thought that basically everyone has relatives and > >>> parents, so how could anyone end up all alone? > >>> Well, a year ago my abusive father forced my mother to move 3,000 > >>> miles away from me. I haven’t seen her since. My mother is completely > >>> financially dependant on my father, and she obeys his every command. > >>> Basically, my father has forced my mother to choose between having a > >>> daughter and having a roof over her head. She chose the latter. My > >>> mother knows how terribly unhappy and lonely I am as a result of being > >>> abandoned by her, but every time she starts to feel guilty, my abusive > >>> father makes her hang up the phone, so that she can avoid having to > >>> think about me. Then he’ll start in with his "brainwashing" routine so > >>> she won’t feel guilty: "Eva is worthless, you owe her nothing. If she > >>> can’t handle being alone, that’s her problem." My father tells my > >>> mother that if I’m "messed up" enough to kill myself over this, so be > >>> it! > >>> When my parents moved away in early January, they didn’t even tell me > >>> that they were moving. At the time, I was also in the midst of a > >>> severely painful 2-month-long flare-up of the chronic illness that I > >>> have. At least I’m not in constant pain, but when I’m in the midst of > >>> one of my prolonged "attacks" the pain is so horrible that I want to > >>> shoot myself. My illness is incurable and I have a good doctor who > >>> prescribes pain medicine when I have the attacks, yet I still have a > >>> lot of physical pain, and I have horrible emotional pain over being > >>> left out in the cold like a sick kitten. Last year (for the first time > >>> in my life) my father refused to let my mother visit me for > >>> Thanksgiving. I spent the day alone and crying. Then things got even > >>> worse–I got sick over Christmas and my birthday. Once again, this was > >>> the first Christmas and first birthday without my mother. Over the > >>> "holidays", I was all alone, crying, and in horrific pain. > >>> I don’t think I can get through another holiday season all alone. Now > >>> I not only have no friends, I also have no parents. No Thanksgiving > >>> turkey, no Christmas tree, no birthday flowers, no food, NO LOVE. I’m > >>> either alone and crying in my house, or I’m alone and sad walking down > >>> the street or into a store. My work is very solitary, so I won’t be > >>> meeting anyone there. I barely have any free time for "social > >>> activities", and I wouldn’t know where to meet people even if I had > >>> the time. No one out there is going to care about me–I know this from > >>> experience. I’ve found that people are always out to use other people; > >>> the only people who truly care are family, and now my family is gone. > >>> I work, I sleep, I cry–what a life! I really don’t know how much more > >>> of it I can take. Everyone else has someone; I have NO ONE. Thanks for > >>> reading this. > >> Okay maybe I was a bit premature saying "please die". Your story is actually > >> a lot sadder than most of the bitches who come here claiming to be "lonely" > >> despite their husband, children and full fucking life. > >> You did have a boyfriend though, no doubt you picked him for his looks which > >> is why he cheated on you again and again and ended up with a rich woman. You > >> refused to date one of the many nice guys who were interested in you because > >> they did not look anything like the hunky guys in the movies you watched. > >> You see what happens when you are shallow? You end up alone and sad. It > >> might seem like fun in your 20s but you pay for it. And obviously you > >> haven’t learned your lesson. That’s too bad. > >> I spend Christmas etc. alone too. I spend every day alone. I’ve NEVER had a > >> girlfriend. I am probably just like one of the guys you rejected in your 20s > >> when everything was fun and guys were "expendable". > >> Everyone else doesn’t have someone at all. Right now you are living the life > >> of at least 1/3 and probably 1/2 of all MEN your age. Only a tiny percentage > >> of women have to go through it, but the fact you are one of them is good > >> because at least some women get to see what it’s like. It won’t make them > >> any less shallow, of course. They’ll go through their whole lives alone > >> waiting for their perfect hunk with $$$ to come along and "rescue them". > >> Sorry, but that only happens in movies. > > That’s a better reply than your "Please Die". > > Your probably right about this woman. She rejected guy after guy > > because of silly little reasons and now is regretting it. One of these > > guys probably would have made her happy. I don’t buy the lonely woman > > story. All she has to do is put some makeup on, wear a nice dress, > > walk into any bar and she’ll get chatted up by loads of men. > And what if she has never worn make up in her life, has no sense of style, > smokes too many cigarettes, walks and talks like a man, projects all her > jealousies onto other non-gullible women who couldn’t give a sh*t about her > petty relationships problems with worthless men? > Is she doomed to have frizzy hair for life? A bad relationship with her > mother? Sisters w/ whom she hangs up on the phone when they try to tell her > the truth? > No one can help her. She just wants someone non-existent to blame her > problems on so that she doesn’t have to face the reality that the problem is > HERSELF. > Be glad you’re not as gullible and bitter as her. > Pat
Do you know what Pat, I didn’t mean any of that. Fact is if I had written: Oh I’m so sorry, take care etc: then I would have got slagged off. Everything that gets written here gets a ton of abuse. I don’t know why I bother with this place anyway. How can you respond to the original poster ? The only person who can help her is herself. (Someone disagree with this, please !)
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -nevilemo…@yahoo.com (OB) wrote in message <news:6ebc501c.0411012325.45ceab13@posting.google.com>… > ThePuttK…@msn.com (The Putt King) wrote in message <news:5f9008c8.0411011439.365ec6a@posting.google.com>… > > evabarret…@hotmail.com (Eva) wrote in message <news:152cee6d.0410302055.53034051@posting.google.com>… > > > Is anyone else here completely alone in life? I have no family and no > > > friends. I know that sounds pathetic, but unfortunately it’s true. I > > > often wonder on why Earth this had to happen to me. > > > Only a year ago, I had a mother and a father. My father has always > > > been abusive, but at least my mother has always been loving and was > > > always my best (and only) friend in life. My mother would visit me, > > > talk with me, and help me out when I suffered through health problems. > > > I had someone on this Earth who genuinely loved me, and it was > > > sufficient to know that at least there was one person on this planet > > > who cared about me–my mother. > > > Socially, I am shy and don’t know how or where to meet people, and the > > > few people I’ve ever actually been friends with in life have ended up > > > betraying me and rejecting me. I had a few friends in grade school, > > > but when I was forced by my father to move away for a year, my friends > > > forgot about me and rejected me when I returned in 8th grade. I had a > > > long-term boyfriend, but he repeatedly cheated on me, lied to me, and > > > eventually left me for a rich woman who could support him. Yet through > > > all the heartache, I had my mother to make me feel better about life. > > > Now, I’m 30 years old and have NO ONE. Never in a million years did I > > > ever think that I (or anyone else) could end up alone without choosing > > > to do so. I always thought that basically everyone has relatives and > > > parents, so how could anyone end up all alone? > > > Well, a year ago my abusive father forced my mother to move 3,000 > > > miles away from me. I haven’t seen her since. My mother is completely > > > financially dependant on my father, and she obeys his every command. > > > Basically, my father has forced my mother to choose between having a > > > daughter and having a roof over her head. She chose the latter. My > > > mother knows how terribly unhappy and lonely I am as a result of being > > > abandoned by her, but every time she starts to feel guilty, my abusive > > > father makes her hang up the phone, so that she can avoid having to > > > think about me. Then he’ll start in with his "brainwashing" routine so > > > she won’t feel guilty: "Eva is worthless, you owe her nothing. If she > > > can’t handle being alone, that’s her problem." My father tells my > > > mother that if I’m "messed up" enough to kill myself over this, so be > > > it! > > > When my parents moved away in early January, they didn’t even tell me > > > that they were moving. At the time, I was also in the midst of a > > > severely painful 2-month-long flare-up of the chronic illness that I > > > have. At least I’m not in constant pain, but when I’m in the midst of > > > one of my prolonged "attacks" the pain is so horrible that I want to > > > shoot myself. My illness is incurable and I have a good doctor who > > > prescribes pain medicine when I have the attacks, yet I still have a > > > lot of physical pain, and I have horrible emotional pain over being > > > left out in the cold like a sick kitten. Last year (for the first time > > > in my life) my father refused to let my mother visit me for > > > Thanksgiving. I spent the day alone and crying. Then things got even > > > worse–I got sick over Christmas and my birthday. Once again, this was > > > the first Christmas and first birthday without my mother. Over the > > > "holidays", I was all alone, crying, and in horrific pain. > > > I don’t think I can get through another holiday season all alone. Now > > > I not only have no friends, I also have no parents. No Thanksgiving > > > turkey, no Christmas tree, no birthday flowers, no food, NO LOVE. I’m > > > either alone and crying in my house, or I’m alone and sad walking down > > > the street or into a store. My work is very solitary, so I won’t be > > > meeting anyone there. I barely have any free time for "social > > > activities", and I wouldn’t know where to meet people even if I had > > > the time. No one out there is going to care about me–I know this from > > > experience. I’ve found that people are always out to use other people; > > > the only people who truly care are family, and now my family is gone. > > > I work, I sleep, I cry–what a life! I really don’t know how much more > > > of it I can take. Everyone else has someone; I have NO ONE. Thanks for > > > reading this. > > > Eva > > The best thing to do is go and get help. > > Do it soon. A Doctor would be a good start. > > Good Luck ! > Re-read: > "I have a good doctor who prescribes pain medicine when I have the > attacks" > OK, maybe you meant a psych. No argument. > Re: > "No one out there is going to care about me–I know this from > experience. I’ve found that people are always out to use other people; > the only people who truly care are family, and now my family is gone." > The word "family" derives from a Latin root (familia) which originally > referred to a cohabitation of slaves with their owners. > A "truly caring" family nowadays might be assumed to be one that, in > the long run, freed its slaves (as per whatever Amendment you were > born under). Equipped them to fend for themselves in the bigger world > outside. Your family background would appear to be highly > dysfunctional (Dad abuses, Mum clings; Dad brainwashes, Mum scuttles), > and yourself would appear to be as cripplingly ill-equipped to Win > Friends and Influence People as, say, me, or most of us here. So far, > so ASL. "Let him who comes from a Functional Family cast the first > stone". As far as I’m aware, Real Families inhabit breakfast cereal > commercials. You can tell the kids from those families by the warm > glow that surrounds them at the school bus stop. More Ready-Brek. > The point is to schedule a day off sick: kick over the traces, cut > umbilical cord (those things can strangle), smash some plates, burn > photos, scream, slam phones down, pick up the phone book/diary, and > dial those numbers. Write your own Hollywood script for yourself as > you go along: practise lines in your head. The plan might include > setting yourself up with a job that allows you the free time you’re > gonna need (you are an American who can write, and even spell: finding > work shouldn’t be a problem), then doing some volunteering (a little > admin in Red Cross, e.g., but again in your country the choice is > likely huge) in order to build up initial network of people who will > smile at and kinda like you from a distance of only a few desks and a > potted plant. Eventually you get one or two private phone numbers. > Meetings, then "let’s get together for coffee", then maybe even the > odd date. You’ve discovered an important fact about long-term > boyfriends – they cheat – file it away for future reference and future > action. > There is of course the option of training to use a handgun and then > blasting your brains across two walls, but unless or until the > physical pain is constant, unrelenting, unbearable and untreatable > (what is it you’ve got anyway??) it’s probably not the best one. There > is a lot of stuff still left to live, some of it quite beautiful if > you’re open to it. And I tend to think that us "worthless" folk are > open to and able to appreciate and glory in stuff that the rest don’t > even see. We are the world’s eyes and ears. > It is of course true that "people are always out to use other people", > or at least it only stops being true when you yourself make it untrue, > but one thing at a time. Since you’re also a person, and need to do a > fair bit of lost-time making up, start using. But do it properly: > involve your conscience and feelings as well as intelligence, until > the symbiosis is so complex and organic that the "using" question > sidles into mere metaphysics. > It’s cold in November. That part’s the same for everyone. > Early in the morning, the birds still sing.
<<<Re-read: "I have a good doctor who prescribes pain medicine when I have the attacks" OK, maybe you meant a psych. No argument. Re:>>> Sorry, I missed that bit. I didn’t have time to completely read it. Yeah I did mean a Psych.
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evabarret…@hotmail.com (Eva) wrote in message <news:152cee6d.0410302055.53034051@posting.google.com>… > Is anyone else here completely alone in life?
Pretty much. I have family, but they’re half a continent away. > I work, I sleep, I cry–what a life!
My life also divides into two parts: work, and feeling sorry for myself. > I really don’t know how much more > of it I can take. Everyone else has someone; I have NO ONE.
I feel your pain.
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ThePuttK…@msn.com (The Putt King) wrote in message <news:5f9008c8.0411011439.365ec6a@posting.google.com>… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> evabarret…@hotmail.com (Eva) wrote in message <news:152cee6d.0410302055.53034051@posting.google.com>… > > Is anyone else here completely alone in life? I have no family and no > > friends. I know that sounds pathetic, but unfortunately it’s true. I > > often wonder on why Earth this had to happen to me. > > Only a year ago, I had a mother and a father. My father has always > > been abusive, but at least my mother has always been loving and was > > always my best (and only) friend in life. My mother would visit me, > > talk with me, and help me out when I suffered through health problems. > > I had someone on this Earth who genuinely loved me, and it was > > sufficient to know that at least there was one person on this planet > > who cared about me–my mother. > > Socially, I am shy and don’t know how or where to meet people, and the > > few people I’ve ever actually been friends with in life have ended up > > betraying me and rejecting me. I had a few friends in grade school, > > but when I was forced by my father to move away for a year, my friends > > forgot about me and rejected me when I returned in 8th grade. I had a > > long-term boyfriend, but he repeatedly cheated on me, lied to me, and > > eventually left me for a rich woman who could support him. Yet through > > all the heartache, I had my mother to make me feel better about life. > > Now, I’m 30 years old and have NO ONE. Never in a million years did I > > ever think that I (or anyone else) could end up alone without choosing > > to do so. I always thought that basically everyone has relatives and > > parents, so how could anyone end up all alone? > > Well, a year ago my abusive father forced my mother to move 3,000 > > miles away from me. I haven’t seen her since. My mother is completely > > financially dependant on my father, and she obeys his every command. > > Basically, my father has forced my mother to choose between having a > > daughter and having a roof over her head. She chose the latter. My > > mother knows how terribly unhappy and lonely I am as a result of being > > abandoned by her, but every time she starts to feel guilty, my abusive > > father makes her hang up the phone, so that she can avoid having to > > think about me. Then he’ll start in with his "brainwashing" routine so > > she won’t feel guilty: "Eva is worthless, you owe her nothing. If she > > can’t handle being alone, that’s her problem." My father tells my > > mother that if I’m "messed up" enough to kill myself over this, so be > > it! > > When my parents moved away in early January, they didn’t even tell me > > that they were moving. At the time, I was also in the midst of a > > severely painful 2-month-long flare-up of the chronic illness that I > > have. At least I’m not in constant pain, but when I’m in the midst of > > one of my prolonged "attacks" the pain is so horrible that I want to > > shoot myself. My illness is incurable and I have a good doctor who > > prescribes pain medicine when I have the attacks, yet I still have a > > lot of physical pain, and I have horrible emotional pain over being > > left out in the cold like a sick kitten. Last year (for the first time > > in my life) my father refused to let my mother visit me for > > Thanksgiving. I spent the day alone and crying. Then things got even > > worse–I got sick over Christmas and my birthday. Once again, this was > > the first Christmas and first birthday without my mother. Over the > > "holidays", I was all alone, crying, and in horrific pain. > > I don’t think I can get through another holiday season all alone. Now > > I not only have no friends, I also have no parents. No Thanksgiving > > turkey, no Christmas tree, no birthday flowers, no food, NO LOVE. I’m > > either alone and crying in my house, or I’m alone and sad walking down > > the street or into a store. My work is very solitary, so I won’t be > > meeting anyone there. I barely have any free time for "social > > activities", and I wouldn’t know where to meet people even if I had > > the time. No one out there is going to care about me–I know this from > > experience. I’ve found that people are always out to use other people; > > the only people who truly care are family, and now my family is gone. > > I work, I sleep, I cry–what a life! I really don’t know how much more > > of it I can take. Everyone else has someone; I have NO ONE. Thanks for > > reading this. > > Eva > The best thing to do is go and get help. > Do it soon. A Doctor would be a good start. > Good Luck !
Re-read: "I have a good doctor who prescribes pain medicine when I have the attacks" OK, maybe you meant a psych. No argument. Re: "No one out there is going to care about me–I know this from experience. I’ve found that people are always out to use other people; the only people who truly care are family, and now my family is gone." The word "family" derives from a Latin root (familia) which originally referred to a cohabitation of slaves with their owners. A "truly caring" family nowadays might be assumed to be one that, in the long run, freed its slaves (as per whatever Amendment you were born under). Equipped them to fend for themselves in the bigger world outside. Your family background would appear to be highly dysfunctional (Dad abuses, Mum clings; Dad brainwashes, Mum scuttles), and yourself would appear to be as cripplingly ill-equipped to Win Friends and Influence People as, say, me, or most of us here. So far, so ASL. "Let him who comes from a Functional Family cast the first stone". As far as I’m aware, Real Families inhabit breakfast cereal commercials. You can tell the kids from those families by the warm glow that surrounds them at the school bus stop. More Ready-Brek. The point is to schedule a day off sick: kick over the traces, cut umbilical cord (those things can strangle), smash some plates, burn photos, scream, slam phones down, pick up the phone book/diary, and dial those numbers. Write your own Hollywood script for yourself as you go along: practise lines in your head. The plan might include setting yourself up with a job that allows you the free time you’re gonna need (you are an American who can write, and even spell: finding work shouldn’t be a problem), then doing some volunteering (a little admin in Red Cross, e.g., but again in your country the choice is likely huge) in order to build up initial network of people who will smile at and kinda like you from a distance of only a few desks and a potted plant. Eventually you get one or two private phone numbers. Meetings, then "let’s get together for coffee", then maybe even the odd date. You’ve discovered an important fact about long-term boyfriends – they cheat – file it away for future reference and future action. There is of course the option of training to use a handgun and then blasting your brains across two walls, but unless or until the physical pain is constant, unrelenting, unbearable and untreatable (what is it you’ve got anyway??) it’s probably not the best one. There is a lot of stuff still left to live, some of it quite beautiful if you’re open to it. And I tend to think that us "worthless" folk are open to and able to appreciate and glory in stuff that the rest don’t even see. We are the world’s eyes and ears. It is of course true that "people are always out to use other people", or at least it only stops being true when you yourself make it untrue, but one thing at a time. Since you’re also a person, and need to do a fair bit of lost-time making up, start using. But do it properly: involve your conscience and feelings as well as intelligence, until the symbiosis is so complex and organic that the "using" question sidles into mere metaphysics. It’s cold in November. That part’s the same for everyone. Early in the morning, the birds still sing.
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Occsionally, I come here and when I see posts like this, I want to say something …Before I say anything, I must tell this to those people who are mean. Do not judge others so reachlessly. Eva, At some point in your life, your mother won’t be around anyway. The followings are what you can do: Be a mother to yourself and love yourself. Be a sister to yourself and love yourself. Be a friend to yourself and love yourself. YOU must take care of yourself because no one will and no one should. About boyfriend, for someone to cheat you again and again mean, you allowed him to do it repeatedly. Why? It’s not like marraige that you should give him a second chance. For Thanksgiving and Christmas, why don’t you do some volunteer work? On your birthday, buy yourself a present and flower. Of cousre, all my suggestion is not going remove that isolation of being alone. But, unless you treat yourself well and do not appear desperate, it would be hard to make friend or get a boyfridnd. BTW, contrary to what some guys here accused of, there is nothing wrong if you choose a guy for his look. But, of course, look alone wouldn’t be too wise.
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"Patricia" <sm…@here.com> wrote in message
news:BDAC7EA1.2526%smile@here.com… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> On 1/11/04 10:35 pm, in article > 5f9008c8.0411011435.20f83…@posting.google.com, "The Putt King" > <ThePuttK…@msn.com> wrote: >> "Darkfalz" <darkfalz.use…@gmail.com> wrote in message >> <news:2uja89F28d7i7U1@uni-berlin.de>… >>> "Eva" <evabarret…@hotmail.com> wrote in message >>> news:152cee6d.0410302055.53034051@posting.google.com… >>>> Is anyone else here completely alone in life? I have no family and no >>>> friends. I know that sounds pathetic, but unfortunately it’s true. I >>>> often wonder on why Earth this had to happen to me. >>>> Only a year ago, I had a mother and a father. My father has always >>>> been abusive, but at least my mother has always been loving and was >>>> always my best (and only) friend in life. My mother would visit me, >>>> talk with me, and help me out when I suffered through health problems. >>>> I had someone on this Earth who genuinely loved me, and it was >>>> sufficient to know that at least there was one person on this planet >>>> who cared about me–my mother. >>>> Socially, I am shy and don’t know how or where to meet people, and the >>>> few people I’ve ever actually been friends with in life have ended up >>>> betraying me and rejecting me. I had a few friends in grade school, >>>> but when I was forced by my father to move away for a year, my friends >>>> forgot about me and rejected me when I returned in 8th grade. I had a >>>> long-term boyfriend, but he repeatedly cheated on me, lied to me, and >>>> eventually left me for a rich woman who could support him. Yet through >>>> all the heartache, I had my mother to make me feel better about life. >>>> Now, I’m 30 years old and have NO ONE. Never in a million years did I >>>> ever think that I (or anyone else) could end up alone without choosing >>>> to do so. I always thought that basically everyone has relatives and >>>> parents, so how could anyone end up all alone? >>>> Well, a year ago my abusive father forced my mother to move 3,000 >>>> miles away from me. I haven’t seen her since. My mother is completely >>>> financially dependant on my father, and she obeys his every command. >>>> Basically, my father has forced my mother to choose between having a >>>> daughter and having a roof over her head. She chose the latter. My >>>> mother knows how terribly unhappy and lonely I am as a result of being >>>> abandoned by her, but every time she starts to feel guilty, my abusive >>>> father makes her hang up the phone, so that she can avoid having to >>>> think about me. Then he’ll start in with his "brainwashing" routine so >>>> she won’t feel guilty: "Eva is worthless, you owe her nothing. If she >>>> can’t handle being alone, that’s her problem." My father tells my >>>> mother that if I’m "messed up" enough to kill myself over this, so be >>>> it! >>>> When my parents moved away in early January, they didn’t even tell me >>>> that they were moving. At the time, I was also in the midst of a >>>> severely painful 2-month-long flare-up of the chronic illness that I >>>> have. At least I’m not in constant pain, but when I’m in the midst of >>>> one of my prolonged "attacks" the pain is so horrible that I want to >>>> shoot myself. My illness is incurable and I have a good doctor who >>>> prescribes pain medicine when I have the attacks, yet I still have a >>>> lot of physical pain, and I have horrible emotional pain over being >>>> left out in the cold like a sick kitten. Last year (for the first time >>>> in my life) my father refused to let my mother visit me for >>>> Thanksgiving. I spent the day alone and crying. Then things got even >>>> worse–I got sick over Christmas and my birthday. Once again, this was >>>> the first Christmas and first birthday without my mother. Over the >>>> "holidays", I was all alone, crying, and in horrific pain. >>>> I don’t think I can get through another holiday season all alone. Now >>>> I not only have no friends, I also have no parents. No Thanksgiving >>>> turkey, no Christmas tree, no birthday flowers, no food, NO LOVE. I’m >>>> either alone and crying in my house, or I’m alone and sad walking down >>>> the street or into a store. My work is very solitary, so I won’t be >>>> meeting anyone there. I barely have any free time for "social >>>> activities", and I wouldn’t know where to meet people even if I had >>>> the time. No one out there is going to care about me–I know this from >>>> experience. I’ve found that people are always out to use other people; >>>> the only people who truly care are family, and now my family is gone. >>>> I work, I sleep, I cry–what a life! I really don’t know how much more >>>> of it I can take. Everyone else has someone; I have NO ONE. Thanks for >>>> reading this. >>> Okay maybe I was a bit premature saying "please die". Your story is >>> actually >>> a lot sadder than most of the bitches who come here claiming to be >>> "lonely" >>> despite their husband, children and full fucking life. >>> You did have a boyfriend though, no doubt you picked him for his looks >>> which >>> is why he cheated on you again and again and ended up with a rich woman. >>> You >>> refused to date one of the many nice guys who were interested in you >>> because >>> they did not look anything like the hunky guys in the movies you >>> watched. >>> You see what happens when you are shallow? You end up alone and sad. It >>> might seem like fun in your 20s but you pay for it. And obviously you >>> haven’t learned your lesson. That’s too bad. >>> I spend Christmas etc. alone too. I spend every day alone. I’ve NEVER >>> had a >>> girlfriend. I am probably just like one of the guys you rejected in your >>> 20s >>> when everything was fun and guys were "expendable". >>> Everyone else doesn’t have someone at all. Right now you are living the >>> life >>> of at least 1/3 and probably 1/2 of all MEN your age. Only a tiny >>> percentage >>> of women have to go through it, but the fact you are one of them is good >>> because at least some women get to see what it’s like. It won’t make >>> them >>> any less shallow, of course. They’ll go through their whole lives alone >>> waiting for their perfect hunk with $$$ to come along and "rescue them". >>> Sorry, but that only happens in movies. >> That’s a better reply than your "Please Die". >> Your probably right about this woman. She rejected guy after guy >> because of silly little reasons and now is regretting it. One of these >> guys probably would have made her happy. I don’t buy the lonely woman >> story. All she has to do is put some makeup on, wear a nice dress, >> walk into any bar and she’ll get chatted up by loads of men. > And what if she has never worn make up in her life, has no sense of style, > smokes too many cigarettes, walks and talks like a man, projects all her > jealousies onto other non-gullible women who couldn’t give a sh*t about > her > petty relationships problems with worthless men? > Is she doomed to have frizzy hair for life? A bad relationship with her > mother? Sisters w/ whom she hangs up on the phone when they try to tell > her > the truth? > No one can help her. She just wants someone non-existent to blame her > problems on so that she doesn’t have to face the reality that the problem > is > HERSELF. > Be glad you’re not as gullible and bitter as her.
Damn, no Ya-Ya sisterhood here.
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"Vilma" <v…@hotbox.ru> wrote in message
news:1jykefoazn0xu$.dlg@123hotbox.ru… > On Mon, 1 Nov 2004 14:21:31 +1100, Darkfalz wrote: >>> Hey Darkfalz, you missed out here, being bitter. You had a perfect >>> opportunity to chat up and mate up with Eva and you wasted it whining. >> Er, she’s 30 and she lives on the other side of the planet dummy. > so what’s wrong with 30? Don’t tell my you’re really picky and have a long > list of desirable attributes? Well you could always move if it got > serious > and vice versa.
No, I have a short one. One of them is that she’s my age or younger. I don’t wanna date some old hag until I am one myself.
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jack_foreig…@yahoo.com (Left Hand of Empire) wrote in message <news:1e1aa574.0411010715.10235d6@posting.google.com>… > Eva, you don’t have to be totally alone in the world! No one can ever > stand-in for your mother, but you needn’t be totally alone, you’re > here in ASL, and there are some really good people here!
From: Eva (evabarret…@hotmail.com) Subject: Can One Obtain Barbiturates in Mexico? View this article only Newsgroups: alt.suicide.methods Date: 2004-09-18 01:49:13 PST Every now and then, I’ll read about a person who went to Mexico, was able to buy Darvon, Oxycontin, and/or barbiturates, and subsequently committed suicide via drug overdose. Has anyone here ever gone to Mexico and tried to buy pharmacueticals? Do they really sell barbiturates there? Do you have to see a doctor and have a prescription, or can you just buy strong meds over the counter at Mexican pharmacies? Most importantly, is this legal in Mexico and is it legal to bring the meds back into the USA? I’d love to go out peacefully, as opposed to having to do something violent like use a gun. I’ve researched a bit about psychopharmacology, and it seems like short-acting barbitures like Nembutal or Seconal are the way to go. I’m assuming that doctors in the USA never prescribe these? I have a long history of insomnia, for which I take benzodiazapines such as Dalmane or Valium. From what I’ve read, benzos are not lethal and are just a waste of time. I don’t want to try something that will fail and end up in the psych ward! Also, before I researched pharmaceuticals, I tried a couple of overdoses with codeine, Valium, and Xanax (combined with alcohol and an anti-emetic). Needless to say, I ended up vomiting and accomplished nothing except for some temporary short-term memory loss. The LAST thing I’d ever want is to end up in a psych ward (been there before–it was Hell on Earth). Therefore, failure is not an option. Even though I have some Dalmane and Valium, I’m not about to waste my insomnia meds (which I need in order to sleep) when I know that they are not lethal. I’m correct that benzos don’t kill, right? Anyway, if anyone knows about the situation and/or laws concerning Mexican pharmacies, I’d greatly appreciate any advice and/or feedback. Let me know if it might be worth it to schedule a trip to Mexico, or if I’d just be wasting my time and money. Thanks. Eva
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On 1/11/04 10:35 pm, in article 5f9008c8.0411011435.20f83…@posting.google.com, "The Putt King" – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -<ThePuttK…@msn.com> wrote: > "Darkfalz" <darkfalz.use…@gmail.com> wrote in message > <news:2uja89F28d7i7U1@uni-berlin.de>… >> "Eva" <evabarret…@hotmail.com> wrote in message >> news:152cee6d.0410302055.53034051@posting.google.com… >>> Is anyone else here completely alone in life? I have no family and no >>> friends. I know that sounds pathetic, but unfortunately it’s true. I >>> often wonder on why Earth this had to happen to me. >>> Only a year ago, I had a mother and a father. My father has always >>> been abusive, but at least my mother has always been loving and was >>> always my best (and only) friend in life. My mother would visit me, >>> talk with me, and help me out when I suffered through health problems. >>> I had someone on this Earth who genuinely loved me, and it was >>> sufficient to know that at least there was one person on this planet >>> who cared about me–my mother. >>> Socially, I am shy and don’t know how or where to meet people, and the >>> few people I’ve ever actually been friends with in life have ended up >>> betraying me and rejecting me. I had a few friends in grade school, >>> but when I was forced by my father to move away for a year, my friends >>> forgot about me and rejected me when I returned in 8th grade. I had a >>> long-term boyfriend, but he repeatedly cheated on me, lied to me, and >>> eventually left me for a rich woman who could support him. Yet through >>> all the heartache, I had my mother to make me feel better about life. >>> Now, I’m 30 years old and have NO ONE. Never in a million years did I >>> ever think that I (or anyone else) could end up alone without choosing >>> to do so. I always thought that basically everyone has relatives and >>> parents, so how could anyone end up all alone? >>> Well, a year ago my abusive father forced my mother to move 3,000 >>> miles away from me. I haven’t seen her since. My mother is completely >>> financially dependant on my father, and she obeys his every command. >>> Basically, my father has forced my mother to choose between having a >>> daughter and having a roof over her head. She chose the latter. My >>> mother knows how terribly unhappy and lonely I am as a result of being >>> abandoned by her, but every time she starts to feel guilty, my abusive >>> father makes her hang up the phone, so that she can avoid having to >>> think about me. Then he’ll start in with his "brainwashing" routine so >>> she won’t feel guilty: "Eva is worthless, you owe her nothing. If she >>> can’t handle being alone, that’s her problem." My father tells my >>> mother that if I’m "messed up" enough to kill myself over this, so be >>> it! >>> When my parents moved away in early January, they didn’t even tell me >>> that they were moving. At the time, I was also in the midst of a >>> severely painful 2-month-long flare-up of the chronic illness that I >>> have. At least I’m not in constant pain, but when I’m in the midst of >>> one of my prolonged "attacks" the pain is so horrible that I want to >>> shoot myself. My illness is incurable and I have a good doctor who >>> prescribes pain medicine when I have the attacks, yet I still have a >>> lot of physical pain, and I have horrible emotional pain over being >>> left out in the cold like a sick kitten. Last year (for the first time >>> in my life) my father refused to let my mother visit me for >>> Thanksgiving. I spent the day alone and crying. Then things got even >>> worse–I got sick over Christmas and my birthday. Once again, this was >>> the first Christmas and first birthday without my mother. Over the >>> "holidays", I was all alone, crying, and in horrific pain. >>> I don’t think I can get through another holiday season all alone. Now >>> I not only have no friends, I also have no parents. No Thanksgiving >>> turkey, no Christmas tree, no birthday flowers, no food, NO LOVE. I’m >>> either alone and crying in my house, or I’m alone and sad walking down >>> the street or into a store. My work is very solitary, so I won’t be >>> meeting anyone there. I barely have any free time for "social >>> activities", and I wouldn’t know where to meet people even if I had >>> the time. No one out there is going to care about me–I know this from >>> experience. I’ve found that people are always out to use other people; >>> the only people who truly care are family, and now my family is gone. >>> I work, I sleep, I cry–what a life! I really don’t know how much more >>> of it I can take. Everyone else has someone; I have NO ONE. Thanks for >>> reading this. >> Okay maybe I was a bit premature saying "please die". Your story is actually >> a lot sadder than most of the bitches who come here claiming to be "lonely" >> despite their husband, children and full fucking life. >> You did have a boyfriend though, no doubt you picked him for his looks which >> is why he cheated on you again and again and ended up with a rich woman. You >> refused to date one of the many nice guys who were interested in you because >> they did not look anything like the hunky guys in the movies you watched. >> You see what happens when you are shallow? You end up alone and sad. It >> might seem like fun in your 20s but you pay for it. And obviously you >> haven’t learned your lesson. That’s too bad. >> I spend Christmas etc. alone too. I spend every day alone. I’ve NEVER had a >> girlfriend. I am probably just like one of the guys you rejected in your 20s >> when everything was fun and guys were "expendable". >> Everyone else doesn’t have someone at all. Right now you are living the life >> of at least 1/3 and probably 1/2 of all MEN your age. Only a tiny percentage >> of women have to go through it, but the fact you are one of them is good >> because at least some women get to see what it’s like. It won’t make them >> any less shallow, of course. They’ll go through their whole lives alone >> waiting for their perfect hunk with $$$ to come along and "rescue them". >> Sorry, but that only happens in movies. > That’s a better reply than your "Please Die". > Your probably right about this woman. She rejected guy after guy > because of silly little reasons and now is regretting it. One of these > guys probably would have made her happy. I don’t buy the lonely woman > story. All she has to do is put some makeup on, wear a nice dress, > walk into any bar and she’ll get chatted up by loads of men.
And what if she has never worn make up in her life, has no sense of style, smokes too many cigarettes, walks and talks like a man, projects all her jealousies onto other non-gullible women who couldn’t give a sh*t about her petty relationships problems with worthless men? Is she doomed to have frizzy hair for life? A bad relationship with her mother? Sisters w/ whom she hangs up on the phone when they try to tell her the truth? No one can help her. She just wants someone non-existent to blame her problems on so that she doesn’t have to face the reality that the problem is HERSELF. Be glad you’re not as gullible and bitter as her. Pat
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -evabarret…@hotmail.com (Eva) wrote in message <news:152cee6d.0410302055.53034051@posting.google.com>… > Is anyone else here completely alone in life? I have no family and no > friends. I know that sounds pathetic, but unfortunately it’s true. I > often wonder on why Earth this had to happen to me. > Only a year ago, I had a mother and a father. My father has always > been abusive, but at least my mother has always been loving and was > always my best (and only) friend in life. My mother would visit me, > talk with me, and help me out when I suffered through health problems. > I had someone on this Earth who genuinely loved me, and it was > sufficient to know that at least there was one person on this planet > who cared about me–my mother. > Socially, I am shy and don’t know how or where to meet people, and the > few people I’ve ever actually been friends with in life have ended up > betraying me and rejecting me. I had a few friends in grade school, > but when I was forced by my father to move away for a year, my friends > forgot about me and rejected me when I returned in 8th grade. I had a > long-term boyfriend, but he repeatedly cheated on me, lied to me, and > eventually left me for a rich woman who could support him. Yet through > all the heartache, I had my mother to make me feel better about life. > Now, I’m 30 years old and have NO ONE. Never in a million years did I > ever think that I (or anyone else) could end up alone without choosing > to do so. I always thought that basically everyone has relatives and > parents, so how could anyone end up all alone? > Well, a year ago my abusive father forced my mother to move 3,000 > miles away from me. I haven’t seen her since. My mother is completely > financially dependant on my father, and she obeys his every command. > Basically, my father has forced my mother to choose between having a > daughter and having a roof over her head. She chose the latter. My > mother knows how terribly unhappy and lonely I am as a result of being > abandoned by her, but every time she starts to feel guilty, my abusive > father makes her hang up the phone, so that she can avoid having to > think about me. Then he’ll start in with his "brainwashing" routine so > she won’t feel guilty: "Eva is worthless, you owe her nothing. If she > can’t handle being alone, that’s her problem." My father tells my > mother that if I’m "messed up" enough to kill myself over this, so be > it! > When my parents moved away in early January, they didn’t even tell me > that they were moving. At the time, I was also in the midst of a > severely painful 2-month-long flare-up of the chronic illness that I > have. At least I’m not in constant pain, but when I’m in the midst of > one of my prolonged "attacks" the pain is so horrible that I want to > shoot myself. My illness is incurable and I have a good doctor who > prescribes pain medicine when I have the attacks, yet I still have a > lot of physical pain, and I have horrible emotional pain over being > left out in the cold like a sick kitten. Last year (for the first time > in my life) my father refused to let my mother visit me for > Thanksgiving. I spent the day alone and crying. Then things got even > worse–I got sick over Christmas and my birthday. Once again, this was > the first Christmas and first birthday without my mother. Over the > "holidays", I was all alone, crying, and in horrific pain. > I don’t think I can get through another holiday season all alone. Now > I not only have no friends, I also have no parents. No Thanksgiving > turkey, no Christmas tree, no birthday flowers, no food, NO LOVE. I’m > either alone and crying in my house, or I’m alone and sad walking down > the street or into a store. My work is very solitary, so I won’t be > meeting anyone there. I barely have any free time for "social > activities", and I wouldn’t know where to meet people even if I had > the time. No one out there is going to care about me–I know this from > experience. I’ve found that people are always out to use other people; > the only people who truly care are family, and now my family is gone. > I work, I sleep, I cry–what a life! I really don’t know how much more > of it I can take. Everyone else has someone; I have NO ONE. Thanks for > reading this. > Eva
The best thing to do is go and get help. Do it soon. A Doctor would be a good start. Good Luck !
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -"Darkfalz" <darkfalz.use…@gmail.com> wrote in message <news:2uja89F28d7i7U1@uni-berlin.de>… > "Eva" <evabarret…@hotmail.com> wrote in message > news:152cee6d.0410302055.53034051@posting.google.com… > > Is anyone else here completely alone in life? I have no family and no > > friends. I know that sounds pathetic, but unfortunately it’s true. I > > often wonder on why Earth this had to happen to me. > > Only a year ago, I had a mother and a father. My father has always > > been abusive, but at least my mother has always been loving and was > > always my best (and only) friend in life. My mother would visit me, > > talk with me, and help me out when I suffered through health problems. > > I had someone on this Earth who genuinely loved me, and it was > > sufficient to know that at least there was one person on this planet > > who cared about me–my mother. > > Socially, I am shy and don’t know how or where to meet people, and the > > few people I’ve ever actually been friends with in life have ended up > > betraying me and rejecting me. I had a few friends in grade school, > > but when I was forced by my father to move away for a year, my friends > > forgot about me and rejected me when I returned in 8th grade. I had a > > long-term boyfriend, but he repeatedly cheated on me, lied to me, and > > eventually left me for a rich woman who could support him. Yet through > > all the heartache, I had my mother to make me feel better about life. > > Now, I’m 30 years old and have NO ONE. Never in a million years did I > > ever think that I (or anyone else) could end up alone without choosing > > to do so. I always thought that basically everyone has relatives and > > parents, so how could anyone end up all alone? > > Well, a year ago my abusive father forced my mother to move 3,000 > > miles away from me. I haven’t seen her since. My mother is completely > > financially dependant on my father, and she obeys his every command. > > Basically, my father has forced my mother to choose between having a > > daughter and having a roof over her head. She chose the latter. My > > mother knows how terribly unhappy and lonely I am as a result of being > > abandoned by her, but every time she starts to feel guilty, my abusive > > father makes her hang up the phone, so that she can avoid having to > > think about me. Then he’ll start in with his "brainwashing" routine so > > she won’t feel guilty: "Eva is worthless, you owe her nothing. If she > > can’t handle being alone, that’s her problem." My father tells my > > mother that if I’m "messed up" enough to kill myself over this, so be > > it! > > When my parents moved away in early January, they didn’t even tell me > > that they were moving. At the time, I was also in the midst of a > > severely painful 2-month-long flare-up of the chronic illness that I > > have. At least I’m not in constant pain, but when I’m in the midst of > > one of my prolonged "attacks" the pain is so horrible that I want to > > shoot myself. My illness is incurable and I have a good doctor who > > prescribes pain medicine when I have the attacks, yet I still have a > > lot of physical pain, and I have horrible emotional pain over being > > left out in the cold like a sick kitten. Last year (for the first time > > in my life) my father refused to let my mother visit me for > > Thanksgiving. I spent the day alone and crying. Then things got even > > worse–I got sick over Christmas and my birthday. Once again, this was > > the first Christmas and first birthday without my mother. Over the > > "holidays", I was all alone, crying, and in horrific pain. > > I don’t think I can get through another holiday season all alone. Now > > I not only have no friends, I also have no parents. No Thanksgiving > > turkey, no Christmas tree, no birthday flowers, no food, NO LOVE. I’m > > either alone and crying in my house, or I’m alone and sad walking down > > the street or into a store. My work is very solitary, so I won’t be > > meeting anyone there. I barely have any free time for "social > > activities", and I wouldn’t know where to meet people even if I had > > the time. No one out there is going to care about me–I know this from > > experience. I’ve found that people are always out to use other people; > > the only people who truly care are family, and now my family is gone. > > I work, I sleep, I cry–what a life! I really don’t know how much more > > of it I can take. Everyone else has someone; I have NO ONE. Thanks for > > reading this. > Okay maybe I was a bit premature saying "please die". Your story is actually > a lot sadder than most of the bitches who come here claiming to be "lonely" > despite their husband, children and full fucking life. > You did have a boyfriend though, no doubt you picked him for his looks which > is why he cheated on you again and again and ended up with a rich woman. You > refused to date one of the many nice guys who were interested in you because > they did not look anything like the hunky guys in the movies you watched. > You see what happens when you are shallow? You end up alone and sad. It > might seem like fun in your 20s but you pay for it. And obviously you > haven’t learned your lesson. That’s too bad. > I spend Christmas etc. alone too. I spend every day alone. I’ve NEVER had a > girlfriend. I am probably just like one of the guys you rejected in your 20s > when everything was fun and guys were "expendable". > Everyone else doesn’t have someone at all. Right now you are living the life > of at least 1/3 and probably 1/2 of all MEN your age. Only a tiny percentage > of women have to go through it, but the fact you are one of them is good > because at least some women get to see what it’s like. It won’t make them > any less shallow, of course. They’ll go through their whole lives alone > waiting for their perfect hunk with $$$ to come along and "rescue them". > Sorry, but that only happens in movies.
That’s a better reply than your "Please Die". Your probably right about this woman. She rejected guy after guy because of silly little reasons and now is regretting it. One of these guys probably would have made her happy. I don’t buy the lonely woman story. All she has to do is put some makeup on, wear a nice dress, walk into any bar and she’ll get chatted up by loads of men.
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From: Eva (evabarret…@hotmail.com) Subject: Which Kind and Caliber of Gun is Best? View this article only Newsgroups: alt.suicide.holiday Date: 2004-01-14 03:13:42 PST Thanks for any replies. I don’t know much about guns at all, but find that I may need to buy one soon. I have a painful chronic illness, financial problems, lack of employment, complete loneliness, no family or friends, etc. If all of that isn’t enough to make a person consider suicide, I don’t know what is. I just found out that I’ve lost everything. My parents left me to move 3,000 miles away; now I don’t even have my mother to care for me. She and I were always best friends. My mother had always promised to love me FOREVER–this just tells me that nobody ever tells the truth and I can’t trust anyone. Now it looks as though I may very well lose my house and my health insurance. Things really couldn’t get any worse! So, I’m thinking about getting a gun for self-deliverance. First of all, should I get a handgun or a shotgun? I’ve never even shot a gun yet, so I’m assuming I should probably get a handgun. Should I get an automatic or a semi-automatic? What caliber and make of gun should I get, such as Colt 45 or 357 Magnum or 38 Special? I want to insure that I die, but I’d also prefer that it not be overly messy and gruesome. I’m going to go to a gun range to practice, but is the sound and the recoil of firing a gun pretty terrifying at first? That’s what a few people have told me. Also, when I go to the gun shop, should I say that there’s a rapist in my neighborhood or something? I feel as though they might ask why a woman feels that she needs a gun. From the one time I was at a gun show, it was all men there. Also, the gun laws in my state are just about the strictest in the nation. I’ll have to go through a long waiting period and train for a handgun safety certificate. I also think that I need to buy a safe to lock the gun in. This is going to come to a lot of money, and I don’t even know if I’ll have the guts to use the gun. The local shooting range doesn’t rent guns, so I have to buy my own, even just to practice shooting. I guess it can’t hurt to have it around. Lastly, what is the best way to fire the gun in order to insure that I die, rather than be disfigured and/or in a coma for life? I think I read to put the barrel of the gun in my mouth, pointing upward toward the top of my skull, and then pull the trigger. Is this the correct technique? Should the trigger be upside down or right side up? Thanks to anyone who responds for the information. I’m still in the phase of just thinking about it. But if my illness deteriorates even further, I’m sure I’ll be glad to have the gun around as an insurance policy. Guns usually work, right? Every now and then I’ll read some real-life horror story of someone who tried to shoot themselves but lived and was messed up horribly. Perhaps these people used either the wrong kind of gun or the wrong technique? I hope so. There needs to be a somewhat easy way out for those of us who are suffering terribly and are a burden to whatever family we used to have. Thanks again in advance for any replies! Eva we must be soul mates.
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Eva, you don’t have to be totally alone in the world! No one can ever stand-in for your mother, but you needn’t be totally alone, you’re here in ASL, and there are some really good people here!
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On Mon, 1 Nov 2004 14:21:31 +1100, Darkfalz wrote: >> Hey Darkfalz, you missed out here, being bitter. You had a perfect >> opportunity to chat up and mate up with Eva and you wasted it whining. > Er, she’s 30 and she lives on the other side of the planet dummy.
so what’s wrong with 30? Don’t tell my you’re really picky and have a long list of desirable attributes? Well you could always move if it got serious and vice versa.
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"Darkfalz" <darkfalz.use…@gmail.com> wrote in message <news:2uj9r7F2aqiaqU1@uni-berlin.de>… > Please die.
yeah, you took the words out of my mouth.
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> any girl can get a bf but she can’t get his respect. your mother chose > to be with an abusive man and so did you. meanwhile, there are > millions of lonely nice guys.
Yup, this pretty much sums it up for any "lonely" woman.
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"Darkfalz" <darkfalz.use…@gmail.com> wrote in message <news:2uja89F28d7i7U1@uni-berlin.de>… > Okay maybe I was a bit premature saying "please die". Your story is actually > a lot sadder than most of the bitches who come here claiming to be "lonely" > despite their husband, children and full fucking life.
It’s a lot sadder than most of the guys’, too, damn it. > You did have a boyfriend though, no doubt you picked him for his looks which > is why he cheated on you again and again and ended up with a rich woman. You > refused to date one of the many nice guys who were interested in you because > they did not look anything like the hunky guys in the movies you watched.
That’s what’s been said about you, you know. > You see what happens when you are shallow? You end up alone and sad. It > might seem like fun in your 20s but you pay for it. And obviously you > haven’t learned your lesson. That’s too bad.
All the rats in a big house one day held a council and decided to do something about the cat. After much debate, someone finally proposed putting a bell around the cat’s collar; this way, there would be plenty of warning before-hand. Unfortunately, the next question was how to attach a bell to the cat’s collar. Many of us know why we’re alone…we don’t know what we can’t seem to do anything about it. It’s not just learning the lesson…it’s somehow putting it into practice. > I spend Christmas etc. alone too. I spend every day alone. I’ve NEVER had a > girlfriend. I am probably just like one of the guys you rejected in your 20s > when everything was fun and guys were "expendable".
And maybe you aren’t. Maybe this is your soulmate right here. Why don’t you e-mail her instead of wasting time with the personal ads? > Everyone else doesn’t have someone at all. Right now you are living the life > of at least 1/3 and probably 1/2 of all MEN your age. Only a tiny percentage > of women have to go through it, but the fact you are one of them is good > because at least some women get to see what it’s like. It won’t make them > any less shallow, of course. They’ll go through their whole lives alone > waiting for their perfect hunk with $$$ to come along and "rescue them". > Sorry, but that only happens in movies.
Actually, it happens a lot more than you think. Lots of women are getting married, and if they’re only as shallow as you think they are, then they must be getting just that.
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> Hey Darkfalz, you missed out here, being bitter. You had a perfect > opportunity to chat up and mate up with Eva and you wasted it whining.
Er, she’s 30 and she lives on the other side of the planet dummy.
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -evabarret…@hotmail.com (Eva) wrote in message <news:152cee6d.0410302055.53034051@posting.google.com>… > Is anyone else here completely alone in life? I have no family and no > friends. I know that sounds pathetic, but unfortunately it’s true. I > often wonder on why Earth this had to happen to me. > Only a year ago, I had a mother and a father. My father has always > been abusive, but at least my mother has always been loving and was > always my best (and only) friend in life. My mother would visit me, > talk with me, and help me out when I suffered through health problems. > I had someone on this Earth who genuinely loved me, and it was > sufficient to know that at least there was one person on this planet > who cared about me–my mother. > Socially, I am shy and don’t know how or where to meet people, and the > few people I’ve ever actually been friends with in life have ended up > betraying me and rejecting me. I had a few friends in grade school, > but when I was forced by my father to move away for a year, my friends > forgot about me and rejected me when I returned in 8th grade. I had a > long-term boyfriend, but he repeatedly cheated on me, lied to me, and > eventually left me for a rich woman who could support him. Yet through > all the heartache, I had my mother to make me feel better about life. > Now, I’m 30 years old and have NO ONE. Never in a million years did I > ever think that I (or anyone else) could end up alone without choosing > to do so. I always thought that basically everyone has relatives and > parents, so how could anyone end up all alone? > Well, a year ago my abusive father forced my mother to move 3,000 > miles away from me. I haven’t seen her since. My mother is completely > financially dependant on my father, and she obeys his every command. > Basically, my father has forced my mother to choose between having a > daughter and having a roof over her head. She chose the latter. My > mother knows how terribly unhappy and lonely I am as a result of being > abandoned by her, but every time she starts to feel guilty, my abusive > father makes her hang up the phone, so that she can avoid having to > think about me. Then he’ll start in with his "brainwashing" routine so > she won’t feel guilty: "Eva is worthless, you owe her nothing. If she > can’t handle being alone, that’s her problem." My father tells my > mother that if I’m "messed up" enough to kill myself over this, so be > it! > When my parents moved away in early January, they didn’t even tell me > that they were moving. At the time, I was also in the midst of a > severely painful 2-month-long flare-up of the chronic illness that I > have. At least I’m not in constant pain, but when I’m in the midst of > one of my prolonged "attacks" the pain is so horrible that I want to > shoot myself. My illness is incurable and I have a good doctor who > prescribes pain medicine when I have the attacks, yet I still have a > lot of physical pain, and I have horrible emotional pain over being > left out in the cold like a sick kitten. Last year (for the first time > in my life) my father refused to let my mother visit me for > Thanksgiving. I spent the day alone and crying. Then things got even > worse–I got sick over Christmas and my birthday. Once again, this was > the first Christmas and first birthday without my mother. Over the > "holidays", I was all alone, crying, and in horrific pain. > I don’t think I can get through another holiday season all alone. Now > I not only have no friends, I also have no parents. No Thanksgiving > turkey, no Christmas tree, no birthday flowers, no food, NO LOVE. I’m > either alone and crying in my house, or I’m alone and sad walking down > the street or into a store. My work is very solitary, so I won’t be > meeting anyone there. I barely have any free time for "social > activities", and I wouldn’t know where to meet people even if I had > the time. No one out there is going to care about me–I know this from > experience. I’ve found that people are always out to use other people; > the only people who truly care are family, and now my family is gone. > I work, I sleep, I cry–what a life! I really don’t know how much more > of it I can take. Everyone else has someone; I have NO ONE. Thanks for > reading this. > Eva
you’ll get used of the loneliness in a few years. its not a big deal. growing old is the real terror. even dogs can make friends with humans. you likely have an attitude problem. if you were sweet and deferential someone would want to be your friend. any girl can get a bf but she can’t get his respect. your mother chose to be with an abusive man and so did you. meanwhile, there are millions of lonely nice guys. your bf went with a rich woman? that is novel and brave of him. most guys will give up all their possession in divorce to be with a younger mate.
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Is anyone else here completely alone in life? I have no family and no friends. I know that sounds pathetic, but unfortunately it’s true. I often wonder on why Earth this had to happen to me. Only a year ago, I had a mother and a father. My father has always been abusive, but at least my mother has always been loving and was always my best (and only) friend in life. My mother would visit me, talk with me, and help me out when I suffered through health problems. I had someone on this Earth who genuinely loved me, and it was sufficient to know that at least there was one person on this planet who cared about me–my mother. Socially, I am shy and don’t know how or where to meet people, and the few people I’ve ever actually been friends with in life have ended up betraying me and rejecting me. I had a few friends in grade school, but when I was forced by my father to move away for a year, my friends forgot about me and rejected me when I returned in 8th grade. I had a long-term boyfriend, but he repeatedly cheated on me, lied to me, and eventually left me for a rich woman who could support him. Yet through all the heartache, I had my mother to make me feel better about life. Now, I’m 30 years old and have NO ONE. Never in a million years did I ever think that I (or anyone else) could end up alone without choosing to do so. I always thought that basically everyone has relatives and parents, so how could anyone end up all alone? Well, a year ago my abusive father forced my mother to move 3,000 miles away from me. I haven’t seen her since. My mother is completely financially dependant on my father, and she obeys his every command. Basically, my father has forced my mother to choose between having a daughter and having a roof over her head. She chose the latter. My mother knows how terribly unhappy and lonely I am as a result of being abandoned by her, but every time she starts to feel guilty, my abusive father makes her hang up the phone, so that she can avoid having to think about me. Then he’ll start in with his "brainwashing" routine so she won’t feel guilty: "Eva is worthless, you owe her nothing. If she can’t handle being alone, that’s her problem." My father tells my mother that if I’m "messed up" enough to kill myself over this, so be it! When my parents moved away in early January, they didn’t even tell me that they were moving. At the time, I was also in the midst of a severely painful 2-month-long flare-up of the chronic illness that I have. At least I’m not in constant pain, but when I’m in the midst of one of my prolonged "attacks" the pain is so horrible that I want to shoot myself. My illness is incurable and I have a good doctor who prescribes pain medicine when I have the attacks, yet I still have a lot of physical pain, and I have horrible emotional pain over being left out in the cold like a sick kitten. Last year (for the first time in my life) my father refused to let my mother visit me for Thanksgiving. I spent the day alone and crying. Then things got even worse–I got sick over Christmas and my birthday. Once again, this was the first Christmas and first birthday without my mother. Over the "holidays", I was all alone, crying, and in horrific pain. I don’t think I can get through another holiday season all alone. Now I not only have no friends, I also have no parents. No Thanksgiving turkey, no Christmas tree, no birthday flowers, no food, NO LOVE. I’m either alone and crying in my house, or I’m alone and sad walking down the street or into a store. My work is very solitary, so I won’t be meeting anyone there. I barely have any free time for "social activities", and I wouldn’t know where to meet people even if I had the time. No one out there is going to care about me–I know this from experience. I’ve found that people are always out to use other people; the only people who truly care are family, and now my family is gone. I work, I sleep, I cry–what a life! I really don’t know how much more of it I can take. Everyone else has someone; I have NO ONE. Thanks for reading this. Eva
