Draculstar
2016-02-14, 08:27 PM
From the time I started grade school until about four years ago, I was tortured and physically abused by my peers. I've been locked in a box for hours on end, which happened on and off every day for years. I've had boiling tar poured on my back, I've had my chest cut open so the freaks could "play doctor", and I've had a hot poker stabbed into my belly. I told my parents I was just bullied, and they never knew about the things that really happened.
Then my family moved (I think I was in 7th or 8th grade), and things changed. I made friends, and excelled in school. I met my girlfriend in my junior year of high school. I skipped senior year with a program that gave me a diploma a year early for meeting and exceeding expectations.
At the beginning of this time period I did self -harm, and other stupid things I shouldn't have. I stopped when my girlfriend convinced me to stop...
Last year, at the beginning of my first semester of college, I was diagnosed with cancer in my heart, lungs, and liver. I was supposed to die before my 18th birthday, last December. I was also diagnosed with bipolar disorder and dyslexia, but those weren't really any concern to me at the time.
I was bent up over it, but I was determined to live, and live happily. No one knew except for me and my doctors.
My girlfriend became my fiance, I flunked my first semester of college, and prepared myself for this one. Things got rocky, and I found myself in the hospital. Again, no one besides me and my doctors knew why I was there, and I made sure that if my fiance saw me, it was out on a date or at college, or at her parents' house. My parents never really saw me anyway, since I kind of left them alone for the most part. I found out my girlfriend is abusive in the middle of December, and I wasn't really bothered by it, but she felt terribly guilty. She got distant, and then we started knitting oursleves back together, slowly.
I got better, for a couple of weeks. Things started going okay. We trusted each other, for the most part, despite regular issues that we worked on as we went.
Then at the end of this past month, my fiance cheated on me, with a guy who she knows to be a massive player, but she thinks he "respects her", despite basically asking if she wanted to go have sex in a closet, because she thinks he only has "relationship trouble" because he's been "broken" by his father. She trusts him too much, because she has known him for three years. I don't believe his sob story, but I also don't have any real reason not to believe it. My fiance and I decided to try and work through things. Her friend helped us talk (and she told me that the guy was a player, before we all talked together, and even mentioned to me that she told my fiance that the guy was a player months ago), and mediated for us fairly well.
The cancer has been getting worse, and she just broke up with me yesterday, because she has fallen for that player she cheated on me with before. My doctor told me more bad news, earlier today. I can still walk, as of right now, but my insides are basically super squishy, and I might die if I fall down the wrong way.
Right now, I feel completely inadequate. I feel torn apart. I feel like my entire world has been destroyed, rebuilt, and then given another apocalypse. I feel weak. I feel hollow. I feel beaten and battered and bruised. I feel like I should just give up at this point. I feel stupid to even tell anyone about any of this, but I needed some questions answered, by people who aren't involved.
Is there any way to make sure she doesn't ruin her life with this other guy? I don't care if she is with me or not. I just want her to truly find a happy life, and I know she won't find it with a guy who only wants to have sex with her and dump her.
Is there any reason I should even care about my cancer any more? I'm almost hoping I'll die soon, because things can always get worse.
Then my family moved (I think I was in 7th or 8th grade), and things changed. I made friends, and excelled in school. I met my girlfriend in my junior year of high school. I skipped senior year with a program that gave me a diploma a year early for meeting and exceeding expectations.
At the beginning of this time period I did self -harm, and other stupid things I shouldn't have. I stopped when my girlfriend convinced me to stop...
Last year, at the beginning of my first semester of college, I was diagnosed with cancer in my heart, lungs, and liver. I was supposed to die before my 18th birthday, last December. I was also diagnosed with bipolar disorder and dyslexia, but those weren't really any concern to me at the time.
I was bent up over it, but I was determined to live, and live happily. No one knew except for me and my doctors.
My girlfriend became my fiance, I flunked my first semester of college, and prepared myself for this one. Things got rocky, and I found myself in the hospital. Again, no one besides me and my doctors knew why I was there, and I made sure that if my fiance saw me, it was out on a date or at college, or at her parents' house. My parents never really saw me anyway, since I kind of left them alone for the most part. I found out my girlfriend is abusive in the middle of December, and I wasn't really bothered by it, but she felt terribly guilty. She got distant, and then we started knitting oursleves back together, slowly.
I got better, for a couple of weeks. Things started going okay. We trusted each other, for the most part, despite regular issues that we worked on as we went.
Then at the end of this past month, my fiance cheated on me, with a guy who she knows to be a massive player, but she thinks he "respects her", despite basically asking if she wanted to go have sex in a closet, because she thinks he only has "relationship trouble" because he's been "broken" by his father. She trusts him too much, because she has known him for three years. I don't believe his sob story, but I also don't have any real reason not to believe it. My fiance and I decided to try and work through things. Her friend helped us talk (and she told me that the guy was a player, before we all talked together, and even mentioned to me that she told my fiance that the guy was a player months ago), and mediated for us fairly well.
The cancer has been getting worse, and she just broke up with me yesterday, because she has fallen for that player she cheated on me with before. My doctor told me more bad news, earlier today. I can still walk, as of right now, but my insides are basically super squishy, and I might die if I fall down the wrong way.
Right now, I feel completely inadequate. I feel torn apart. I feel like my entire world has been destroyed, rebuilt, and then given another apocalypse. I feel weak. I feel hollow. I feel beaten and battered and bruised. I feel like I should just give up at this point. I feel stupid to even tell anyone about any of this, but I needed some questions answered, by people who aren't involved.
Is there any way to make sure she doesn't ruin her life with this other guy? I don't care if she is with me or not. I just want her to truly find a happy life, and I know she won't find it with a guy who only wants to have sex with her and dump her.
Is there any reason I should even care about my cancer any more? I'm almost hoping I'll die soon, because things can always get worse.