Your Own Personal Hell

Always being wrong, and being forced to share my ideas, and never knowing anyone trustworthy or that cared about me.
If I had to pick one then the second one.
 
A lack of freedom. If life would turn to complete crap for whatever reason, I'll at least have the freedom and possibility to do something about it. Without that freedom I would probably be in my personal hell.
 
My personal hell: Having to become paralyzed neck down. That would ruin everything for me. Losing mobility, having people taking care of me constantly. That would be hell. I wouldn't even be able to comit suicide. Can that really be called living? NO.
 
Not being accepted for whom you are, dealing with people hating you or your family, a school disobeying your own civil rights as a human being, having no entertainment, a migraine hurting you eye, shot needles like one of you guys said, and students asking you annoying questions like "why do you carry your purse?", "What it this?", "Why won't you talk?" or calling you ugly names like "retard" or "loser" (and the teachers do nothing about it)
 
My own personal hell? Well that's pretty tough to describe, in my perspective.

It would be a ping pong machine. Not literally, mind you. I would be the ball and all those gadgets that bounce you around would be the loathing people. They would push me around and hurt me and make fun of me until I drop into the dark, soul-sucking hole at the bottom of the machine.

Basically a world in which loathing circulates in the veins of everyone around me, and loneliness and weakness in mine.

Oh, and don't forget animals being abused and killed around me. I would be absolutely devastated. An utter personal hell. D:
 
My personal hell would be my little girl being took from this world from me either by someone or by natural causes. It would utterly crush me completely. i do not care or see anything happening to me as hell but she is my whole life, same with my fiance if i lost him id break. were a close family.
 
My personal hell? I guess a loved one taken away from me.
Actually, someone I loved deeply passed away almost two years ago, despite my best efforts in trying to comfort her. Now don't think I say this for pity. Seriously. I say it because I'm actually living it. Can't imagine anything worse, unless I wake up the next morning and find out I'm in the real Hell. Now THAT would be the worst case scenario for me.
 
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