
0utsider
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- Dec 9, 2020
- 37
I can't seem to remember the last time I've felt secure in life, or happy with my current situation. Never have I ever woken up in the morning and thought to myself "I'm looking forward to living another day". I look to the future and see nothing but hopelessness, and see nothing but regret in the past.
I've always been an antisocial person since childhood. Parental abuse didn't help much either. We moved from the US to my homeland - a third world country - when I was at an early age, nine years old. I had a hard time adjusting to the people there. I couldn't make any friends because I had nothing in common with anybody. I wanted nothing more than to go back to where I belonged. For the next eight years, I was bullied, taken advantage of, and treated like shit. I would cry to my parents and hope they would comfort me, but they would just tell me that I was weak, and a disappointment. My grades started going down and I had behavioral issues from trying to cope. My family would beat me, blame me for the way I was, and tell me they wished I was never born.
One year ago, I worked hard to join a university abroad, and I hoped to improve myself and live a better life. I sacrificed so much. I got into a really good college, moved to the country, and almost got settle in before the pandemic hit. I didn't even get to experience a month of classes before I was told I had to leave the country. Now I'm back, living in my worst nightmare, chained down by citizenship, all opportunity taken away from me by circumstances outside my control. Miserable and alone. I can't even get into a half-decent college in my home country now because my education records don't line up with their system.
I don't know what to do anymore. I've stopped hoping for anything. I didn't ask for life or the suffering that comes with it. I just want peace. I want to stop feeling like the walls are closing in on me every second of every day. Just make it stop.
I've always been an antisocial person since childhood. Parental abuse didn't help much either. We moved from the US to my homeland - a third world country - when I was at an early age, nine years old. I had a hard time adjusting to the people there. I couldn't make any friends because I had nothing in common with anybody. I wanted nothing more than to go back to where I belonged. For the next eight years, I was bullied, taken advantage of, and treated like shit. I would cry to my parents and hope they would comfort me, but they would just tell me that I was weak, and a disappointment. My grades started going down and I had behavioral issues from trying to cope. My family would beat me, blame me for the way I was, and tell me they wished I was never born.
One year ago, I worked hard to join a university abroad, and I hoped to improve myself and live a better life. I sacrificed so much. I got into a really good college, moved to the country, and almost got settle in before the pandemic hit. I didn't even get to experience a month of classes before I was told I had to leave the country. Now I'm back, living in my worst nightmare, chained down by citizenship, all opportunity taken away from me by circumstances outside my control. Miserable and alone. I can't even get into a half-decent college in my home country now because my education records don't line up with their system.
I don't know what to do anymore. I've stopped hoping for anything. I didn't ask for life or the suffering that comes with it. I just want peace. I want to stop feeling like the walls are closing in on me every second of every day. Just make it stop.