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I am 14 and my little sister is in the hospital because she tried to overdose on Tylonol but she didnt succeed they have her in intensive care, she will not be comming home for a while though. I miss her so much!

I’m a girl… We have a small family and everyone is happy except me…I don’t know why. I know its a sin and my dad on top of that is a religious person. I masturbate when no one is around. I badly regret it after, but I can’t stop. It’s addictive now. I feel like ending my life itself. I’m falling in depression because of that stuff now. I wished I could live  happily like everyone else. Now I feel helpless n low esteem.

Today, a colleague didnt turn up for a meeting, another colleague rang her to see if she was ok and not involved in an accident. Later that day she rang and I took the call. She let absolute rip. She then rang her manager, let rip at him then half an hour later rang me back and went bazzurke at me – It was nothing to do with – arrrrh, some people can be so flippin rude at times! I’m left feeling what the hell, my manager said I deserve appology and shall have it out with her next week!  Feeling rather furious and very embarrassed like I had done somethin major wrong  and had a megga dressing down! Not nice to start weekend with eh!

I’ve been depressed for a while because I’m a closet gay. It feels like the only times I feel happy/normal are when I forget about the reality that I’m gay. The reality that I won’t be able to have kids (which I want BADLY, to teach them everything I’ve learned in my life, while they are growing up), the reality that I won’t have an average house with an average car, average friends who like average things. I don’t want a life as a single man in a city apartment by himself forever. All my school friends are starting to get married and have kids, and with this day in age, due to Facebook, my life (or lack of) will be advertised. Turning to religion hasn’t helped – even if I accept who I am, there’s still the majority of the world who thinks being gay is at least ‘interesting’. I really hate that!!!!. Even if I run away and start life over (as in new friends and new self image), my family will receive the embarrassment and taunts and gossip behind their backs about me). I’m really smart by the way, I go to university and am studying engineering. But I think I’m so smart that I can’t kid myself into thinking that my life will be OK. I’ve seen the path a gay man takes a lot of times and I can say, it was easier for them a decade ago when they were coming out. Even though the tolerance is higher now, everyone’s lives are put on show for the world via Facebook and stuff. If I delete my Facebook my friends will think I’m antisocial. I also hate that my parents have, and still are, ultimately wasting their time, effort, sacrifices and love on a dud like me. It’s not so much about denying who I am, it’s more about not being able to be who I want to be (have a wife and kids, be seen as normal). For those who think being normal is boring, I say being normal keeps yourself happy and there is no attention drawn to you which is almost always good. If I had to choose between being a noble prize winner, a down to earth celebrity, or a man who lived happily and healthily with a wife and kids, I’d go for the last choice. For those who think that my life is at least better than someone with no legs, or someone in a third world country, I say there are people even more fortunate than me – who can have kids and hold a good job – that are murderers and drug traffickers, throwing their lives away. I can’t drop this and ‘move the f*** on because it’s not something that I can leave in the past. It’s with me for the rest of my life, and the fact that it keeps resurfacing in my mind when someone asks “so you got a girlfriend?”, or if I see a happy couple with kids, adds more pressure to me wanting to stop living like this, as a gay man, or altogether.

I don’t know what I was doing or dreaming about last night, but for some reason, I threw my pillow off the end of the bed. Luckily I had my phone so I could use it as a torch to try and find it.

I gotta get this off my chest, hate my boss, or more exactly, my semi-boss. when i come to think about it – i hate most of my colleagues, but the pay is great…. feeling much better… thanks!

Should I? Shouldn’t I? I think my boyfriend is trying to get me into card games (Magic the Gathering type of stuff). Should I or shouldn’t I?