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Hii !
Jst sm se odločla da bom začela pisat zgodbo. Pač ta zgodba je delno resnična in delno ne resnična. Upam da vam bo všeč. Mogoče bom abjavila tudi Slovenski prevod te zgodbe.
I was barely 9 years old when all of a sudden everyone started hating me, they started avoiding me, they were lying about me. They told me that I was a cow, that I was fat, that I was ugly, that I was stupid, that I didn't have a brain, that I was a calf ... When they kept telling me that, I told them to stop. But of course unfortunately they didn’t stop they kept insulting and teasing me. I started to get depressed over time I tried to pick myself up but it didn’t work. I was falling deeper and deeper. I just couldn't get out of depression if I wanted to. When my 10th birthday came, everything was even worse. When I was 10 years old, my parents started telling me about my mother (the real mother who gave birth to me). I became even sadder because after seven years I really wanted to see my real parents. My grandparents also started telling me the truth about my mom and what all happened to her and why I don’t live with her. All day then I started thinking only about my real family. I was very, very sad. I was right on the floor. And every day I fell deeper and deeper into my already severe depression. I cried for at least 3 hours every day. To my great sorrow, I could no longer concentrate on the teacher's explanation and therefore received much worse grades. This made my parents very angry. They yelled at me every day and told me I was a calf. No one understood me. My parents told me I was a liar ... they didn't want to hear about my depression at all. The teacher noticed my behavior quickly and wanted to help me. One day she called me from the classroom and asked me what was bothering me. I told her absolutely everything. She understood me. She told me to go to a psychologist for an interview. I went to a psychologist and told her everything from start to finish. She understood me. Then she called me several more times to talk but she saw that she could only help me really very very very little. One day, when I left school and came home, my parents told me that I could no longer go to the psychologist for an interview. I took them into account I didn't go there anymore.
upam da vam je zgodba ušeč
ly Aneja
Jst sm se odločla da bom začela pisat zgodbo. Pač ta zgodba je delno resnična in delno ne resnična. Upam da vam bo všeč. Mogoče bom abjavila tudi Slovenski prevod te zgodbe.
I was barely 9 years old when all of a sudden everyone started hating me, they started avoiding me, they were lying about me. They told me that I was a cow, that I was fat, that I was ugly, that I was stupid, that I didn't have a brain, that I was a calf ... When they kept telling me that, I told them to stop. But of course unfortunately they didn’t stop they kept insulting and teasing me. I started to get depressed over time I tried to pick myself up but it didn’t work. I was falling deeper and deeper. I just couldn't get out of depression if I wanted to. When my 10th birthday came, everything was even worse. When I was 10 years old, my parents started telling me about my mother (the real mother who gave birth to me). I became even sadder because after seven years I really wanted to see my real parents. My grandparents also started telling me the truth about my mom and what all happened to her and why I don’t live with her. All day then I started thinking only about my real family. I was very, very sad. I was right on the floor. And every day I fell deeper and deeper into my already severe depression. I cried for at least 3 hours every day. To my great sorrow, I could no longer concentrate on the teacher's explanation and therefore received much worse grades. This made my parents very angry. They yelled at me every day and told me I was a calf. No one understood me. My parents told me I was a liar ... they didn't want to hear about my depression at all. The teacher noticed my behavior quickly and wanted to help me. One day she called me from the classroom and asked me what was bothering me. I told her absolutely everything. She understood me. She told me to go to a psychologist for an interview. I went to a psychologist and told her everything from start to finish. She understood me. Then she called me several more times to talk but she saw that she could only help me really very very very little. One day, when I left school and came home, my parents told me that I could no longer go to the psychologist for an interview. I took them into account I didn't go there anymore.
upam da vam je zgodba ušeč
ly Aneja
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Hoj !
Men je ta zgodba zlo zlo všeč. Zasluži si moj :heart:. Pač ta zgodba me je res mal pretresla pa mal je žalostna ampak je vseeno zlo odlična. Js sm stara 14 pa take zgodbe nikol nebi znala napisat. Morem te pohvalit.
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Men je ta zgodba zlo zlo všeč. Zasluži si moj :heart:. Pač ta zgodba me je res mal pretresla pa mal je žalostna ampak je vseeno zlo odlična. Js sm stara 14 pa take zgodbe nikol nebi znala napisat. Morem te pohvalit.
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ful dobra zgodba:heart_eyes::heart_eyes::heart_eyes:
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Wow!:heart_eyes:Ful dobro! Js sm tud stara skoraj 14 in ne bi znala napisat tako dobre zgodbe v angleščini. Upam, da boš nadaljevala. Spremljam, ker je res dobro.:wink:
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izcedek
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A je to normalno?
Življoo, sem dekle staro 13 let in imam eno vprašanje. Par dni nazaj sem si na snapchatu snepala z enim tipom, ki je 1 leto starejši od mene. Najprej sva se pogovarjala, ko pa je bilo že pozno in sem mislila iti spat, me je vprašal, ali sem že kdaj videla pen*s. Rekla sem mu, da še nisem in naj se ne dela norca iz mojih (ne)izkušenj. Rekel je da s tem ni nič narobe in me je vprašal, ali si želim videti njegovega. Nisem vedela, kaj narediti, bala sem se, da če bom rekla ne, da se bo nehal pogovarjati z mano. Na koncu sem mu le rekla ja. Ni minila niti sekunda in že sem prejela njegovo golo fotografijo. Nisem vedela kaj odpisati, tako da sem mu poslala samo obraz. Vprašal me je, če mu jaz ne bom ničesar poslala. Bala sem se, da se bo nehal pogovarjati z mano, če mu ne bom ničesar poslala, tako da sem mu poslala svoje nude. Izmenjevanje slik se je nadaljevalo pribljižno 10 min, na kar je iz mene pritekel ćuden izcedek prosojne/bele barve. Zdelo se mi je čudno, saj je bilo to prvič, da se mi je kaj takega zgodilo. Ker je bolj izkušen in sem mislila, da bi mi znal svetovati, sem mu le poslala sliko. To sliko je nato screenshotal in me čez nekaj sekund blokiral. Hodiva na isto šolo, zato me skrbi, da ne bi ta slika začela krožiti naokoli. Prosim pomagajte, kaj naj naredim.
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.............le, da je mrož malce bolj prijazen ...
kaj da hel je toooooooo :joy::joy::joy::joy::joy::joy::joy::joy::joy::joy::rofl::rofl::rof
ful dobr sam mogoc bi lahk un del z nozem ...