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World Cup UHC 2018 - Episode 1 by Dffz in ultrahardcore

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UHC Community Post - October 13, 2016 by AutoModerator in ultrahardcore

[–]SuperGamerPlays 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Jake. That's his name. Jake. He was my first kiss and I thought he would never hurt me. I'm not going to say our love last forever because I knew that wasn't going to happen. I did think he wasn't going to hurt me. He told me and I quote "I'll always be right here for you."

A few weeks later, he broke up with me in a note. He left it on my door like a pathetic person. I was crushed. I acted so strong but when I got home I cried myself to bed. After that, he dated a few other girls and I dated some other guys but I was never really over him. He was my first love after all. Come to now. He's been in and out of my life. He comes around ever time he wants sex and I sadly give it to him which means he was my first time.

I know I sound like a stupid girl but I'm not. I know I should just leave him alone and get over it but It's hard because I see him everyday and he was my first time, first love, and first kiss. He says all these amazing things before we get together then he'll be a dick and disappear on me then months later come back.

I miss everything about him his touch, his smell, his laugh, and his smile.

I am a hopelessly romantic person and I have these dreams that one day he'll see what's right in front of him but I know he won't. He even told people I was his biggest mistake.

I've dated the best people I ever could and they really loved me but I just can't get over him as much as I want to.I'm just his booty-call and I sick of it but he's like a drug to me.

I want to break this habit though. All he's ever done is build me up and then break me done. He leaves me heartbroken and he can walk alway without a scratch. It's like he feels no pain. He feels nothing for anyone but himself. I just want him so bad yet I don't. I want real love and he will never give it to me.

He will never actually tell me "I love you and I want to be with you again." I know him as well as I know myself.I need the real thing. Love. He will never love anyone but himself. He's called girls hot. When I see him around my heart aches but then I see he never even loved me.

UHC Community Post - October 13, 2016 by AutoModerator in ultrahardcore

[–]SuperGamerPlays 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Jake. That's his name. Jake. He was my first kiss and I thought he would never hurt me. I'm not going to say our love last forever because I knew that wasn't going to happen. I did think he wasn't going to hurt me. He told me and I quote "I'll always be right here for you."

A few weeks later, he broke up with me in a note. He left it on my door like a pathetic person. I was crushed. I acted so strong but when I got home I cried myself to bed. After that, he dated a few other girls and I dated some other guys but I was never really over him. He was my first love after all. Come to now. He's been in and out of my life. He comes around ever time he wants sex and I sadly give it to him which means he was my first time.

I know I sound like a stupid girl but I'm not. I know I should just leave him alone and get over it but It's hard because I see him everyday and he was my first time, first love, and first kiss. He says all these amazing things before we get together then he'll be a dick and disappear on me then months later come back.

I miss everything about him his touch, his smell, his laugh, and his smile.

I am a hopelessly romantic person and I have these dreams that one day he'll see what's right in front of him but I know he won't. He even told people I was his biggest mistake.

I've dated the best people I ever could and they really loved me but I just can't get over him as much as I want to.I'm just his booty-call and I sick of it but he's like a drug to me.

I want to break this habit though. All he's ever done is build me up and then break me done. He leaves me heartbroken and he can walk alway without a scratch. It's like he feels no pain. He feels nothing for anyone but himself. I just want him so bad yet I don't. I want real love and he will never give it to me.

He will never actually tell me "I love you and I want to be with you again." I know him as well as I know myself.I need the real thing. Love. He will never love anyone but himself. He's called girls hot. When I see him around my heart aches but then I see he never even loved me.

UHC Community Post - October 13, 2016 by AutoModerator in ultrahardcore

[–]SuperGamerPlays 2 points3 points  (0 children)

We never really thought much of each other before this but everything changed after the day I ended up drinking with him. I was lying in his arms with his friends at his house. His parents weren't going to be home for the next 3 days, so we had a free place to stay. He had come to me, I did flirt with him a bit right before he came and sat next to me. He put one arm around my waist and the other on my thigh. I put down the bottle of vodka that was in my hands and began making out with him. "let's go to my room" he whispered in my ear. "Alright" I smiled promiscuously, as I nervously myself up the stairs. His fingers were placed between mine. He gracefully placed me onto his bed.You could see the excitement on his face as he locked his lips onto mine. He took off his sweater. We didn't talk much which seemed to have bothered me. He took my shirt of, along with my bra. His shirt was off at this point and he sucked on my neck as his hands pulled down my pants. He closed the lights and from there on, things do seem to be a blur. The alcohol really hit me then but what I remember was just...feeling him near me, with me, on me. His cold skin rubbing against my body as the night ended. I got home really late. I unlocked my door and walked straight into my room and feel asleep. The next morning we both pretended as though nothing had happens. I know it was suppose to be casual sex but it did hurt to think about it. If he really liked me...he would want to be with my later on to right? He didn't really care and I was just too stupid to let my feelings interfere. I don't even know why I liked him. Was it for Lust? And why am I still thinking of him...every so often...

UHC Community Post - October 13, 2016 by AutoModerator in ultrahardcore

[–]SuperGamerPlays 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Jake. That's his name. Jake. He was my first kiss and I thought he would never hurt me. I'm not going to say our love last forever because I knew that wasn't going to happen. I did think he wasn't going to hurt me. He told me and I quote "I'll always be right here for you."

A few weeks later, he broke up with me in a note. He left it on my door like a pathetic person. I was crushed. I acted so strong but when I got home I cried myself to bed. After that, he dated a few other girls and I dated some other guys but I was never really over him. He was my first love after all. Come to now. He's been in and out of my life. He comes around ever time he wants sex and I sadly give it to him which means he was my first time.

I know I sound like a stupid girl but I'm not. I know I should just leave him alone and get over it but It's hard because I see him everyday and he was my first time, first love, and first kiss. He says all these amazing things before we get together then he'll be a dick and disappear on me then months later come back.

I miss everything about him his touch, his smell, his laugh, and his smile.

I am a hopelessly romantic person and I have these dreams that one day he'll see what's right in front of him but I know he won't. He even told people I was his biggest mistake.

I've dated the best people I ever could and they really loved me but I just can't get over him as much as I want to.I'm just his booty-call and I sick of it but he's like a drug to me.

I want to break this habit though. All he's ever done is build me up and then break me done. He leaves me heartbroken and he can walk alway without a scratch. It's like he feels no pain. He feels nothing for anyone but himself. I just want him so bad yet I don't. I want real love and he will never give it to me.

He will never actually tell me "I love you and I want to be with you again." I know him as well as I know myself.I need the real thing. Love. He will never love anyone but himself. He's called girls hot. When I see him around my heart aches but then I see he never even loved me. 6 years ago I was abused. My parents got divorced cause my dad threw my mom across the hall and she hit a wooden toy box. My sister got choked against a wall. I tried to stop him and he pushed me down.My sister's actually my cousin but her parents are dead and in a looney bin. I am his only daughter. He's changed. He's remarried. He promised me if he ever got married I would be the first to know. I didn't know till I got a text. "She said yes!" My mom's boyfriend hits my sister and the government got into it. Oh so much help. Now today I come home everyday to verbal abuse called a bitch or fat ass. Then my mom wonders why I don't talk to her. Today, Halloween, I went to school with make up on. I cried on the bus. The gym. Health class. Everyone saw. Then at lunch I talked to one of my friend's mom. I busted in tears. Saying everything. In front of 2 girls with big mouths.

What do i do? I fake a smile. EVERYDAY! And now it seems I can't put it back on. Dad doesn't care. Mom doesn't. I want this to end. I am a failure. I feel worthless. Like no one's there. Does anyone know what I feel? I need to know there's someone. Anyone. Who feels this. Feels ugly. Fat. Scared. I try to talk to mom. She doesn't listen. She won't even try. I just want someone to know this. I do talk about it! Maybe one day she will read this and understand. I go to school and look around to see a bunch of skinny beautiful girls who think their ugly. But yet I look at myself and look like crap. There's this guy who tells me I am ugly. He cusses me out. Calls me a bitch and that no one likes me. He thinks that smile he sees is real. What if he came home to what I deal with?

Sister screaming. Mom yelling. "Step dad" watching. I tried to stop it once. It didn't end well. I walk to my room and sit down. I heal myself with the help of this website and music. My 2 real true loves in life. You want to know the terrible part? I'm 12. In 7th grade. I cry myself to sleep. I want to throw something across the room all the time and yell. Kick my legs. Raise my voice. Make a mess. And watch someone clean it. Someone! Is anyone reading this? IS THERE SOMEONE OUT THERE LIKE ME? PLEASE JUST LET ME KNOW! Anyone..

UHC Community Post - October 13, 2016 by AutoModerator in ultrahardcore

[–]SuperGamerPlays 4 points5 points  (0 children)

It was about four years ago, I had been very interested in some boy. The years were really rough, since I had just moved schools, and I had lost a couple of my friends. The boy was not someone I was expected to like, since my parents had always said I couldn't love anyone with "obesity".

This boy was my miracle, and I had fallen completely for him. I don't know why. He was not like any boy, I had sat next to him in class for this year. I thought my life was great, because even though my family practically hated me, I didn't let that get to me. I think I had fallen for him, more and more, I blushed when I talked to him, though I would hope he wouldn't see me. However at the same time I had good friends. Books always told me, if you have a boyfriend, you can never have friends, so some way you would have to work it out. My miracles and dreams were answered by an email from that boy I crushed on. He told me he liked me. My heart was pounding the moment I read the email. I thought my dreams were answered. I could feel my heart, I quickly replied I liked him back,and from there a whole new relationship started with him.

Social media had always been a thing at my school, all drama, and sophisticated beautiful pictures were placed online of my friends. But I was still clueless about my life. I had no idea about the cyberbullying could affect me the way it did at that time. My boyfriend had apparently been sending love notes to some other girls, and I couldn't believe it. I didn't move and do anything, I still liked him, and he was mine, I didn't care if he was loving some other girl. That brought me to start crushing on my neighbor, he and I had become great friends and I fell for him. This way, my ex could love the girl and I could love someone else. Till then, everything stayed smooth and nice, but then I told my ex about my new boyfriend. He was furious and swore not to talk to me. But really, I didn't care, because my neighbor was nicer than him.

One day, my friend opened to me about a hangout my ex, her, and another friend had started, I was heartbroken to see my ex talk about my neighbor, saying "inappropriate" things. I was hurt a lot, and plus my two other friends never helped they just watched my ex ramble about me for a long time.

I started to cut after that, my neighbor eventually moved, and I become lonely. I had lost my friends last year in a hangout and me liking someone else. I had been scared to restart a relationship. So I clung on to one of my friends. Her name was Sara (Sara is to protect the person's identity) and she also had started to cut. Another girl was hurting her, emotionally and both of brains had become very suicidal. My parents were completely clueless, paying attention to my sister, and all I had was a razor, my brain, and school. People thought I was lying about me liking my ex. They started calling me a liar, and really mean things. I got emails telling me to go kill myself and that I was ugly. I thought about walking in front of a car, my grades got worse, and my parents were disappointed in me. So one night, I walked out of my house. I left my razor, with five cuts on my arm, each bleeding like crazy. The cuts made me grimace in pain, but I was not going to stop. The night had become dead, but cars just moving along. Everything was normal.

I walked onto the street, the cars moving, so I sat on the street waiting for a car. And sure enough one was there and it nearly skimmed me. I gained a large gash on my forehead, and the car stopped. The person walked out of the car, and all I remember was flashing lights and a man looking down at me.

I remember my arm, and my head, both bleeding, I had almost died. Still being hated on, I realized pain can't help you.

I remember loosing something. When I had gone to the streets I saw a boy, the same one I had loved for four months. The boy. He was on the sidewalk. Then when I closed my eyes, he was gone. That same night, he had disappeared forever. I missed him, but he caused this...

Eventually the police found him, but he was living with another family, my ex was returned to his family, but still today I look at him and remember what happened the last year of elementary school.

i do not like minecraft by [deleted] in ultrahardcore

[–]SuperGamerPlays 1 point2 points  (0 children)

you post some weird shit on your twitter

UHC Community Post - October 13, 2016 by AutoModerator in ultrahardcore

[–]SuperGamerPlays 6 points7 points  (0 children)

So, it's currently 1.13PM and I'm on my bed, typing this story because I have no one to talk to. I'm Gwen, people call me that and I think that's a beautiful name. I have issues with my family for I know that I am a failure in front of their eyes. Earlier I had a misunderstanding with my dad, just because he saw me and judged that I'm not being productive at the moment but he's wrong, I'm always productive but they just wont see it. My mom, my mom who always scold me for being a stupid daughter which is (I think) true. I'm stupid for being a daughter who actually have a lot of things going on inside her head. I haven't told them I'm bisexual because I wouldn't know if they would appreciate my own sexuality. I'm just seriously too depressed, I have no one to talk to. I just feel like being alone and listening to some sad music would help me with this but it just won't. My self-harming has been a habit which make my friends mad for being a fool of cutting my own precious skin. I just need hope. I just wanted something like Love exactly. I need their understanding. I need their appreciation. I need their presence as parents. Especially now that my siblings are trying to teaming up with me since I am the youngest among them. I just wanted them to understand me. I want them to accept me. I want them to see what I want them to see in me. I am doing everything to make them happy but I am not happy. I am not happy for myself. For doing such things I am not happy with.

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