Qfeaster Stories

Alright this wa about 2 years ago and i just fotten to my moms house in MO from WI by plane. Of course i settled into her new house and spent most of my night snuggling with Daffy(my cat at the time r.i.p Daffy. I will always love you). So later I decide to take a shower late at night but after about 7 minutes my mom starts banging on the locked door telling me to get out of the bathroom and hide in my room. I wrapped a towel around myself, took my clothes to my room, and got See More changed into my pjs while my mom closed the blinds since i had 2 windows almost as tall as me one on the left side of my bed, the other behind my bed. When I asked my mom what was going on she said Daffy had been acting weird so my stepdad took him outside and he saw an african american dude looking into the window of our bathroom and taking pictures. Our bathroom window is very small since our house is kinda encircled by a cliff so you'd have to lay on your stomach to see through the window. Yeah the police were called to my house and i stayed in my room scared that i might see someone. I dont know if they caught him but i hope they did. When he saw my stepdad he ran off but whats weirder was the fact that the night before i came an african american woman had assulted their house by throwing eggs at my moms house. I dont know what happened to her but this scared me for a good week. I hope no one ever has to deal with something like that.

A lot of you know my story... So I won't tell everyone. If you really need to know, just ask me.

I hate it. My mom's back with her boyfriend. I don't like it one single bit. She already knows he's married, he'll never, EVER, divorce his wife just to be with her. She complains to me every single time she has problems with him. She hates him one moment, and then she loves him the next. They've been in this on-and-off relationship and I don't know when it's gonna officially end. She keeps saying that every one of her breakups with him it's "official", but it never is. I feel See More like she starts to neglect me whenever her boyfriend is around. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

I should add something to my past as well. During 6th grade, out of all the things that depressed me, this hurt me the most. My parent abused me. (Again, this is really bad for me to remember and I don't want to say names here). Anyways, besides my classmates bullying me for no reason, my so-called "friends" ignoring me sometimes, and always being left out, my parent abused me at home. I never did self-harming, though. I just wanted to die in that time. With everyone hating me, See More I felt like I wasn't needed for anything and that I should just go away. I remember crying in the restroom every day after school. Almost nothing made me happy. My parent abused me because he/she (I don't want to say who it is) tried so hard to get an A on every homework assignment that he/he didn't realize it was only making him/her stressed out. I know it's hard to be a single parent. I also remember this one time that my parent was so stressed in the morning that he/she gripped my neck so hard, it made a deep mark on my skin and it was bleeding. Now, my parent and I get along well though. He/She doesn't really check my homework nowadays. I pretty much get As on my own. I also gave myself a conclusion to never speak my depression to him/her. I may have looked normal at that time, but deep down, I was literally wanting to commit...THAT. If I ever spoken about this to my mom, she would probably be stressed out again. I don't want that.

My Real Story. I was surprised when Maddy (MMMMMMM6) was so completely honest with everything in her story. I was proud because I knew how much time she would have spent deciding whether or not to post that. I wasn't completely honest in my story because I couldn't quite get all the courage that Maddy had. Now I feel like if I don't do this I will not be able to get it out of my system for my whole life. I've never told any of my friends this. In my whole life I've only ever told See More 2 people. But here it is. When I was 10 my parents split up. I had the stupid mindset that it was my fault. I never quite forgave myself. When was older I certainly knew I was wrong, I still kept believing at the back of my mind that it was my fault. I got on well with my step brothers and my half sisters were adorable. I started to cut my wrists with a razor. I never told anyone because I had such a great life I didn't feel like I deserved to cut. That was until I met Maddy. I wanted to get to know her so badly. At first I didn't know why. I was just drawn to this beautiful girl that was always smiling and laughing. I eventually went to talk to her she was friendly but distant. I spoke her friends and they told me it was because I hung out with the populars. People that had once bullied her to the point that she no longer trusted them or anyone who was with them. She thought they all had the same mindset and she thought that I was one of them, which I was, but not all of them were like the ones she had issues with. A lot of the people I was with were very nice and she had never got to know them because of awful things the others had done to her. I continued to talk to her and earn her trust but I never had her full trust until I told her one of my most well kept secrets. I told her about my cutting and after that she changed. She started to open up to me. That was how our relationship started. I'm proud to say that I no longer cut. Maddy helped me stop. She showed me that she cared. So I stopped. So this is my story. I love you Maddy <3

Please continue to post your stories. Encourage friends to as well. We can all know one another better

Crazy weekend!!!

Please keep sharing your stories. Everyone has a story to tell.

Well since Logan posted his story I thought I may as well post mine. This is the truth. I know a lot of you probably already know it or have heard about it but I'm going to say it in my words. After Logan and I broke up when he moved schools I met a boy named Alex. I thought he cared about me more than anyone, even more than Logan had. I spent heaps of time with him after school just hanging out. We talked for hours and I started to like him. I could relate to everything he said See More and he was always there for me when I needed to talk to him. The problem was that he had a girlfriend and he was also 2 years above me. His girlfriend would kill me if she found out that i had feelings for him so i started to avoid him. That was fine until one day he kissed me. I told him that we shouldn't kiss because he had a girlfriend. That's when he started to get violent. He would slap me if I didn't kiss him. Then he started to punch me and suffocate me. But then he would tell me that he loved me and I was so confused that I believed him. Then a day after I got back together with Logan, I was at school about to go home. I had my phone in my hand and as I promised Logan I was going to call the police if Alex touched me again. But then two senior boys who I had seen around but never spoken to grabbed my phone and pushed me into a supplies classroom. That was where Alex raped me. After that I wasn't quite the same and I might not ever be the same. Thank God Logan still loved me even through that. I don't quite know what I would do without him. I love you Logan. x And that is a big part of my story. Please don't hate on me though. It took me a lot of courage to post this.

I first became a book nerd I second grade and read all of the Harry potter book then and in third grade I read most of the classics and all of the warrior book that were real eased at that time.
In fourth grade I met my best friend @PikachuKetchum and I met @Turtlefluff but she wasn't my best friend till fifth grade. They are the main reason why I joined qfeast.
I have many funny short stories but this is the main story of my life as a book nerd

I don't really have much of a story. I've always been pretty lucky with friends. I seemed to get them quite easily, but I've seen so many acts of bullying happen and I've had to stand up for so many other people, but I'm glad I could be there for them. My parents split up so I have quite a few siblings, but they are mostly half brothers and half sisters but we have become so close that we never call each other that In year 8 I met Maddy (MMMMMMM6) who is my girlfriend now. But See More when I met her I realised that she had to be the most beautiful girl on the planet. She was always looking out for others, hardly ever herself. She was always smiling and laughing. So one day I decided that I would talk to her. Even though we were always in different groups and would never hang out together I decided to talk to her and I'm so glad I did. We eventually became really close friends after finding out that we had a lot in common and we fell in love. Then I had to leave our school because I couldn't afford to go there anymore and we decided to break up because we thought our love wouldn't last if we couldn't see each other everyday but we were so wrong. I got back together with Maddy a day before something really bad happened to her (I'll let her explain it in her own story if she wants) but I'm so glad we did. Now we have a strong relationship and I couldn't see myself living without her any other way.

Pretty good today!:D

Today was horrible! I'm crying by just THINKING about it!:((

Well, in truth this is everything that's going on with me at the moment:

http://www.qfeast.com/story/vcy9aT/The-Truth-behind-High-School

I was always awwwwed and poked for being a little cute kid (thanks parents -_-) and it made me feel like a doll. I hated it. So I was violent and tried to be tough instead (didn't really work, I was only in year 3 ) I beat up boys (or they let me, I don't really know) but in year 5 I sort of stopped. Don't know why. So I grew up and got older, less cute. Found some new friends. Became the thing I am now. I am very confused about what personality I actually have, because of pretending See More for so long. I don't want to be spoilt and bossy and aloof (like most people who knew me as a kid in school up to year 5 thought of me) . I don't want to be a tough girl. I've seen who they become in my class. So yeah, not sure what I am. It's not a big dramatic hard story. But it's true.

So at school people sometimes say "Hey, why are you always depressed?" Or "You don't talk much do you? Why not?" And so I suppose I'll tell yo peeps.

Some of you Kay know that I'm bipolar. If you don't know what that means it means I change emotions really quickly. Most of the time my emotions are mad, depressed, or neutral. I only smile when I'm with my friends when they make me laugh. When I'm in one of my depressed phases people know not to bother me because sometimes I'll See More snap and start crying or just cuss them out or something. My bipolar depression issues were a big problem in 5th and 6th grade for me. So my parents took me to see a psychologist. I went there about three or four tines and I haven't seen him again yet... anyways my parents thought I was stressed from the change to Middle School but that wasn't it. Idk what it was actually and I probably never will.

Also I don't talk a lot because I have a speech implement which alters my way of pronouncing some letters. I used to get brutal teasing about the way I spoke and eventually I just learned to keep my mouth shut and talk as little as possible. I don't smile not only because of my bipolar depression but also because it scares people away so they don't tease me an ymore

I KIND OF HATE TODAY!!!

First off, my used-to-be-a-crush is kind of being a bit jerky to me. I mean, we DO get along well, but right now I'm trying to annoy the heck out of him so he can tell me why he likes me!(Comment below if you want me to explain that story). Otherwise, today is pretty good. X-(

Thankyou to everyone who has already shared their stories. Please continue to do so, I find them really interesting and I'm sure I'm not the only one.

Ehhh, I have some pretty interesting stuff to share. Stuff I haven't told anyone. Even my closest friends. If youwanna hear something comment below.