Do you remember the last time you cried? What was the last thing that made you cry /b/?
Also, feels thread
If I cried at everything that hurt me I'd never stop.
So you learn to contain emotion, process it with logic, and get on with more constructive actions.
...a cultural lesson girls and negros would do well to discover.
We kill ourselves because it's better to die young than live long declines of physical misery and feeble-mindedness.
I just feel like I'm going nowhere in life and I don't know what to do to make it any better. I have crippling anxiety, depression and am probably mildly autistic. fml
I'm a 6ft 240lbs scaffolder and rough as fuck.
When Concho died he was the colt of Lexi my favorite horse I cried...... Didn't have to happen. Fuck that vet........
I cry often enough I guess. I am not ashamed. I don't have to be I'm a scaffolder and alpha as fuck.
That movie UP, I cried like a bitch.
I'll cry tears of joy or sadness. I'll also drink any fruity cocktail with an umbrella in it I want.
I worked in mining for years. Depression rates are high. In Australia they encouraged us to talk about shit. It helps.
Scaffolder here, I take a pill for an anxiety disorder. Citlorapram I think its called? I'm on a small dose.
If you are in a commonwealth country get a working holiday visa and go explore.
I have that anxiety disorder from being a meth head for a bit. I was a fucking loser so I got a visa and went to England.
There I met my wife. Was away from Canada almost 10 years.
If you are under 31 (I was 24) just bail. Go adventure.
Only movie that's ever made me cry was Warrior, back in 11' and everytime I watch it. Shit's like The Notebook for men.
Tat is because you have been forcefully removed from your natural environment and anything resembling a natural human life for the entire history of your species. You will be prone to drug abuse and suicide.
Like an animal, in a zoo, that can only rock back and forth and go insane.
don't remember the last time i cried, i couldn't have been any older than 6, i'm 26 now. couldn't cry when my dad died, couldn't cry when my best friend was killed in front of me, and couldn't cry when the woman i loved left me, i can't remember the last time i was happy either
I think i'm broken to a point i can't be fixed anymore
Yesterday. I was watching Mr. Rogers things on youtube.
I broke up with my abusive GF by text message yesterday. Had to do it on the phone or else she would've sweet talked me back. I just feel so fucking stupid guys, the screaming, the bruises, scratches, slaps, and I let it all happen cause I thought I couldn't do better.
This morning a female friend rushed to me for a hug and I shrugged, felt like an abused dog.
I'm just glad its over now.
Oh dude that sucks.
Good for you for bailing. A woman can make or break a man. There is no shame that you loved someone. She was not deserving of that love and took advantage.
Heart break sucks.
I'm that scaffy again and I have had my heart ripped out twice. Man it hurt.
Good luck bro. Hook up with some buddies go out and have fun. My last heart break right after was one of the best summers ever. I just skated and drank with buddies.
Chin up buddy. It gets better.
Last night, I broke up with my girlfriend of 3 and a half years. Shit sucks man.
Your picture is wrong.
The picture is the reason men kills themselves, 5X more than women, not 3X.
Men don't have it better. They are legally second class citizens to women, have no financial aid in times of strife, and no one cares when they fail. The feminisation of all aspects of life, favoring women and feminine behavior is killing men. Men have to succeed to be useful, but they aren't allowed to succeed past women who don;t have any motivation to succeed in the first place.
Men have always cried, always. But as opposed to women who just tear up at every breeze, men see it as an act of confidence. If a male friend tears up and tells me about something hard, I know he trusts me, I know I'm a valuable friend to him. Forcing men to wear their slightest emotion on their sleave isn't going to drive the suicide rate down, giving men the same legal rights as women, and not punishing them constantly for preforming better than women is.
Last two times I've cried were watching Interstellar and admitting to my dad I'm a depressed, anxiety-ridden mess.
2 times in 18 months isn't much, but there isn't much to cry about when literally everything wrong in my life is related to my stupid choices and this depression shit I have. Nobody to blame but myself.
My son was born with a birth defect that he is going to have for the rest of his life.
Hes going to be four in a few months, he will never walk or run like the rest of us. He has had so many operations and hospital stays since hes been alive.
For one moment, a few months back, a part of me wished he was never born so he didnt have to suffer the way he does now.
Good for you. I have been there myself. Had an abusive gf which I stayed with for 7 years. She would often wake me up in the middle of the night by punching me in the face. I felt sorry for her because she was so broken. I couldn't get myself to hit her back since she was so tiny and finally I was at my breaking point and instead of punching a 5,1" 80lb woman I decided to leave.
Trust me, it gets better. You will feel small and less than a man for a while, but it gets better with time.
Thanks scaffydude, the sole fact that I don't have to text her first thing in the morning so she doesn't go batshit crazy is enough to have me looking up.
Sex was great, but she whispered some fucked up shit. "I'll cut your fucking dick if you ever leave me"
She made me distance myself from friends and family. So I gotta rebuild bridges and I have a lot of making up to do.
My best friend leaving in the middle of the night to move to a city about 5 hours away and not telling me goodbye or anything. I found out when I went over to his house to visit him, and well, he wasn't there.
It's not his fault, it was a very rushed thing that he had little say in, but it still hurt.
See, that's the difference between how we used to be taught to be confident, and how millennials and younger are coddled.
We were told, be honest with ourselves and learn to be comfortable with your own flaws.
These faggot youngins are taught "you're special, you're intrinsically perfect at everything". Then the real world happens, and they can't handle the fact that they suck at most things, like most people ever in history, and they lash out with crazy ideologies like Marxism.
Usually I don't cry I just shed a few tears and then it's all okay again. But the last i was fucking bawling was in november 2012.
My ex left me a year before that. I tried to get a rebound but she didn't feel the same way about me as I felt about her. And then the day came on which I talked with my ex the first time after the break-up.
I was crying for an hour and a half and my nose was crying snots. It was afwull.
2 years ago. had a mental breakdown in the shower of my dorms because I thought 8 was going to fail. 2 years later and not failing any classes. now I'm out and just waiting for my degree to show up and have a company get back to me with a job offer. I'm 20 btw
This really hurts because I have a very poor relationship with my dad. He used to drink a lot, and he's slowed way down, but the damage has already been done between us after years of pointless fights.
My on again off again ex who I've known for years got engaged to a guy friend and only dated a short time before saying yes. She broke up with me for the last time to see him.
I cried a few months ago over my Father being sent to the hospital for a stroke. He is better now. Although for that time I was very worried. I am glad he is home now to enjoy life with everyone.
I cried less than a minute ago. I came here for some laughs to cheer my self up.
Life is not going so well for me right now.
Just a few days ago. I'm moving away to fight fire and cried a little while talking to my mum on the phone. I felt awful cuz im leaving my friends, and at the time I didnt get to have symbolic sex with my ex gf. But I feel great now, since I'll be able to come back, crash with friends. Also I totally had sex with my ex the other night and probably am going to again tonight. And again, with days off I'll get to sleep with her too
>call your uncle and talk about problems
>he asks me if i know a solution to this
>said the solution was my grandma
>she died 6 months ago
>try not to cry
>cry a lot
It happened yesterday
About 1 year ago, when I flunked out of college and became a huge depressed NEET lump of shit.
I did nothing for 6 mo, grew out my hair, and ended up with dreads. Now I work in a call center, no longer nearly as depressed. Still a failure, my life is stagnate, and when it comes down to it I have no reason to live. But I go day to day, I suppose.
Oh yeah, I started smoking pot. That may have something to do with it.
last night. its been a long time since ive cried. its like i cant cry when there's "actual things to cry about" i just try to cry but i cant and then it all gets bottled up and i start crying for 3 hours over nothing and then proceeds to not cry for 4 months. im fucking pathetic and i hate my life
This stuff is great for me. Unless I miss a dose and I get in a fight with my dad; then I get angry and suicidal.
Some time I hate my dad. He acts like things are my fault when it's him who cancels plans. The only time he doesn't do this is when it's literally impossible to push that onto me. Dad, it's not my fault you put things off months at a time, that you make up excuses as to why we can't go to the shop at 3PM when we never work more than a couple hours anyway, that you're too much of a coward to admit any of this even though when asked directly you come up speechless. If you keep doing this, I'm going to literally run away and join the French Foreign Legion because god knows I'm never going to find a respectable job state side. And if you want to throw all my stuff away, including the thousands of dollars in camera equipment I have, fine (I guess). It's not like I have the money to put it into storage for any amount of time.
(but seriously, I could find a years worth of rental money in a climate controlled building and store my most valuable stuff. I'd have enough money at the end of the year to pre-pay for another 4).
I'll never admit this to anyone
Last June, I broke up with my girlfriend. We'd been dating for about a year and a half, long distance. It was probably the most important relationship of my life up until that point, but then I suddenly fell in love with another woman, and I couldn't stay with my girlfriend anymore. We sat down and I ended things. Just said I didn't see a future for us anymore. She didn't see it coming, and she was devastated. Never told her about the other woman. We were both crying.
I don't regret it, but it's still one of the cruelest things I've ever done to a person. I feel awful whenever I think about it.
>"Hey youre here!"
>"Wanna hang out with me and some friends later?"
>"Can we go with some friends?"
>"Seriously I don't mind."
>"I dont care i want to have a fun night."
>"Can you run some errands with me."
>"We're are we going tonight."
>"My friends really don't like you for some reason."
>"She wants me to go as her date, you don't mind do you?"
>"I havent seen him since high school."
>"I promise I'll show up."
>"I promise I'll meet you for lunch."
>"It wasn't the best night but we did some fun stuff."
>"I promise I'll take care of you."
Yes I do.
I rarely cry, almost never. My girlfriend tells me she's tired of me not showing any feelings.
Was on sertraline 100mg when I was 15-17. I think that messed my emotions up pretty well.
My father died a few years ago.
I was 25, he was 53.
I grew up with a feminist mother who reminded me every day my father didn't love us, and all men are inherently monsters.
My father drank, and was at home as little as possible.
through my childhood and young adult life, I was too busy working or being resentful to pay attention to my surroundings.
For the last few months of his life, I began getting to know him, and finally hearing his stories, about his youth, about my mother, about life after he met her.
Then he was suddenly diagnosed with cancer, and died within a few weeks.
After his death I kept digging, old photos, old friends.
I realized I had grown into a man alot like him, and being out of the grasp of my mother for many years, I got a clear sense of who she was, and how strong and dedicated he was to deal with her.
I spent my whole life resenting him, and ironically only got to know him after he was gone.
We're trained to view women as complicated, and men as either good or evil.
Give your father the same consideration you'd give your mother, is the best advice in the world.
The exact same thing happened with my cats. Had a male and female and when the male cat died the female one stopped doing anything. She was a fat fuck and after a few weeks lost like 50% of her weight then died.
My mom called me both time crying like a baby to let me know.
That was like 10 years ago
It's hard. He doesn't do anything anymore besides work, drink, and play runescape. He's also on a different schedule than I am, and I'm busy 24/7 with work and school. We're planning on moving down to the coast when he retires in a year or two though, maybe things will get better.
Testosterone produces masculine features, like body hair, a deeper voice, and greater muscle mass. It does not suppress emotions, you faggot. Having feelings is called being human.
My mom tried to do this, supposedly. I can't trust what my mom says abut my dad and dad says about mom though. But they still hate each other, it seems.
I'm sorry you have such a horrible ex. Don't give up on your children
i tell you, test works wonders for emotional balance. i used to be a moody bitch before test. now im usually cool as a cucumber. ive never felt better. my anxiety is gone, i sleep, i jack off 4-5 times a day, and generally my well being is the best its ever been.
3 months ago, but I was drunk.
It would be about 11 months if only when sobber counts.
Antidepressants do wonders, don't they.
Fiance got diagnosed with leukemia a month ago
She comes from the hospital. Really quiet.
>"Anon, it's cancer"
and bursts into tears. Tried to stay strong for her that day.
Cried myself to sleep that night.
Life's shit, /b/ros...
I'm crying right now. I just want the pain to stop. I have died ever day. I gave my heart away and there is nothing left. I am empty and I asked for it. I wanted nothing and I got nothing. Will the happy days return? I am imprisoned in this body and my mind hates me for it. There are people around me but I am alone. What have I become?
Hang in there anon. Get out of the house more, try to sign up for some free classes, and try and have a conversation with at least 1 person every day. Ring the samaratins in the mean time and tell them how you are feeling and get a counsellor. They are trained in helping people. If you don't like the one you get them get another one. They will also be able to sent you for assessment for autism. Good luck anon. I wish you the best =)
actually no i don't get any joy out of hurting anyone, i don't see the point, in fact i try my best to be nice and as kind as i can to other people, it doesn't feel good either way though, all i really have is a vague sense of longing for something, but that's about it
The last time i watched up's intro. It was quite embarrassing cause i showed it to a colleague at work (we're both lawyers- if that helps the mental image) and we both teared up like bitches. We just pretend it never happened
Hey pindoses, you've already seen the latest russian weapons? What can you oppose him? -
And here are some curiosities shown 4 years ago -
We have built in Russia Orthodox Taliban with bearded aggressive fag priests.
I usually can't but I was going for a drive around town to get my mind off things but started crying when I realized I was going to place that reminded me of my ex. Ended up at her house and say in my car, went for a walk around the neighborhood she lives in and saw her in the window closing the blinds and switch the light off to sleep.
It was the first time ive seen anything of her in months and it made me so happy but the second she left the window frame I wanted to drive into the river
Remembering mom, she died 4 months ago.
I think I cried two weeks ago over it, in private. I don't show my sadness in public because of a mixture of OP's pic and my trust issues. I hate feeling vulnerable almost as much as the Klan hates niggers.
The only one not related to me that knows I'm going through anything at all is my best friend. We're like brothers after knowing each other over half of our lives. He's the only one I talk to about my feelings except for you guys, since I feel relatively safe behind the mask.
I agree with you, if I live long enough I'll probably kill myself, because I've seen that being old sucks. All the pain, medication to keep your body from failing, the forgetfulness, the lonelyness as all your friends drift apart and die.
More than one person has lived over 100 in my family. I will outlive everyone that I currently love.
If I have a gun, not by much, though.
I cried like a week ago for no reason. I came home from work, rested my arms on the counter and then buried my head in them and started crying. Then I sat on the couch and stared off into space for 30 minutes.
When my grandpa died, all I could think was all the opportunities I'd passed up to talk to him, spend time with him, and get to know him better.
Every time he saw me it felt like he had hand-picked a conversation topic for me. He loved politics and current affairs and he loved being able to discuss them with me because most of our family doesn't really talk about things like that, so we always had a great debate about whatever was in the news or whatever was going on in the world.
Whenever I reached milestones in my life, my mother (his daughter) would tell me "your grandpa would be so proud if he were here." And it seemed strange to specify him.
I didn't realize until his funeral that I was probably special to him in some way. Standing out there in the field, looking at the farm that he helped to raise, watching my cousins scatter the ashes in the grain. One of my uncles came up and asked if I would like to scatter some of the ashes, and I just silently shook my head. I didn't feel like I had any right to.
That's when I started crying for the first time in years. I remember my sister was there and she hugged me and just let me get it all out of my system.
I feel like there may have been some kind of relationship there, something that I could have cultivated. I could have gotten to know him better, spent more time around him, really been someone he was proud of. But I just never bothered.
Strange. I'm still at the mood-swing part. One moment I'll be happy as fuck for no apparent reason then I'll feel hopeless. But at least the urges to kill myself are gone so it's a good start.
I'm sitting in my psychologist's waiting room listening to Alanis Morrisette hooked up to an MP3 player with Window's 98 speakers. The meanie poo told me to get off my happy pills.
When I got home I found out what position I was concieved in. It was doggie and I was a birthday present delivered by my father to my mother in their birthday suits. Oh the travesty makes me ball my eyes out. On the the bright side at least they both had appropriate celebratory attire on. And it was vagina doggie okay, at least I wasn't a butt baby. The thought of such a possibility also makes tears well up in side me
To top it off Mum dropped my conepiece down the sink.
I shed tears because there is no longer any reason left to live. I will kill myself tonight after I post an inconspicuous attention seeking status post on my facebook. I hope someone will secretly tell me nice things and save me from my fate. Oh dear life!
P.s- #Kidshelpline have told me to stop calling.
>father passed away
>grandmother died 6 months later
>realize I don't have anything in common with most of my family
>stopped taking their calls
>stopped answering their text messages
>stopped showing up for holidays and birthdays
my girlfriend hit a fox cub when we were driving to the shop. i got out and looked, it wasn't even dead yet, it was half crushed, barely alive. i put it out of its misery.
my gf was really upset. i kept it together to comfort her, then snuck off to the toilet when we got back to have a little sob.
i fucking love foxes. feels bad man.
She hurt my son pretty bad. She left one day without notification. While he lives with some mates out in som bumed down place in Missouri. Shes living the high life in sunny california. If i see her, shes getting what shes owed.
I remember this one, this couple in New York was going to be wed, but the guy found out she fucked the strippers at her bachelorette party, and put her on blast in front of everybody.
I cried two weeks ago when I heard the proclamation of independence being read outside the GPO in Dublin, marking the centenary of the beginning of the independence of 26 counties in Ireland. 100years ago to the hour. Brilliant
>this whole thread
I think I'm going to phone my dad. It sure has been a while.
I had a similar situation anon, except for a couple of details - my GF and I weren't long distance, and I just fell out of love with her, not in love with another woman. But I had to do the same thing, sit her down and break things off and she wasn't expecting it at all. In fact she was having a great night but I just couldn't hold it in anymore. I still feel awful too, but on the plus side, I'm about to finally move out of the apartment we shared for the last three years, and I think that'll help me move on and think of her less.
last year I was diagnosed with severe depression, two weeks later
My best friend died and now I can't feel shit.
From time to time things hit me like a bad smell and I just fucking cry.
I try to be there for my girlfriend who deals with severe anxiety and was raped and had to have an abortion at a really young age.
All the anniversaries fall within the same two week time frame.
April 18th was the last time I cried.
damn son, foxes are my fave animal, even if they are vermin, i love those little fuckers
The Sun's Gone Dim... And The Sky's... Turned Black...
Cause I Loved Her... And She Didn't Love Back...
The last time I really cried was when my father was really disappointed in me.
Long story short, my parents are farmers, and I've been driving tractors since my feet could reach the pedals and such. Anyway, one year when my dad bought a new big plow (pic related), after a long day in the field, I was tasked with unhooking the plow from the tractor, and I fucked up big time. Due to the design of the plow, it easily tilts over if not disconnected properly, and it's a fucking pain to get it up again so it stands on its own.
I fucked this up twice, so my dad had to call in the neighbour twice to get it back up again. Never have I been so ashamed of myself, the job is so fucking easy, you follow a simple procedure, and you're done. So fucking easy. And I fucked it up twice in a row. This might not seem like a big thing, but I cried for myself for an hour that night, thinking I'd be disinherited or something worse.
sure i'll belive you anon, nobody ever lied on the internet! besides i'm 5'4 and would still whoop your ass, i'm in essex in england though, if the country and close to me we can meet up and fight if you like though, would be a laugh and after i've kicked your ass we could go for a beer or something
Only fictional stuff makes me cry
Pic related was the last thing that got me
The only Christmas present my Nan gave me was a used toothbrush (I'm talking rock-hard bristles) and a fave washer. Santa Jesus obviously didn't get my Christmas list. Lazy shit must of drank too much eggnog again, I bet Mrs Clause is having the jack of his emotionally fueled alcohol dependence. I cry so many tears of saddness for all of everything and life.
a few years back on the day fred rogers died, i went pittsburgh symphony orchestra show at heinz hall and right after the show ended they brought a lone piano out on stage and the pianist came out and did a very simple version of the "mr rogers neighborhood" theme song. not a dry eye in the house and one of the loudest, most instant, and immediate standing ovations ive ever seen
well my right arm is broke, but not in a cast, if you're in essex and can get to harwich we'll have it out if it makes you feel better anon, be warned though i'm a black belt in a few martial arts and a good scrapper, so with one arm and a good size difference at least you'll be a good match for a bit of sparring
was leaving home to go back to grad school after spring break. didn't want to leave my puppies. felt lonely and scared looking toward the future. being afraid of flying doesnt help.
so i guess 2 months ago
i might cry soon though because i'm graduating and starting a new job
im a 28 year old male by the way
My Mum overdosed when I was 7 years old. Whilst Mum was having her stomach pumped, I was forced to stay at home with my Grandmother who can't speak any english and watch Martha Stewart for 14 hours. I cry many.
On the other hand I'd take that any day over the five years I was forced to watch Maternity Ward by mother. I now have major depression and also major burst of crying. It's a major issue.
welcome to the club
>pic related - my dad's face when he remember's who his son is
>Yesterday, playing kickball with my buds because reasons.
>About 1000 ft away, people are testing g their tennis ball air cannon.
>Cannon goes off.
>Black kid near us yells "I can't see it!"
we all look up
>I shit you not, two seconds later the ball nails one of budz in the center of chest and he collapses, exasperated.
>Nigger yells (nigger is five ft away) "sorry!!" at bud
>I collapse from laughter
>Tears pouring from my eyes I'm laughing so hard
>I'm not the only one, half of budz are same
You don't have to cry for sad reasons /b/
Gay as fuck.
There is a very strong correlation between being physically attractive, having good sex life etc and being intelligent. The idea that jocks and meatheads are getting all the girls while the really smart nerd geniuses can only ever love their lubricated hands is a myth manufactured by..., I don't know, probably by Jews.
Anyway, if you are not outright physically repulsive and can't get a woman, it means that you are most probably just dumb.
This year my Mum asked me for Heroin for her birthday. On her birthday I accidentally dropped the spoon. In that moment I knew I had ruined her birthday.
I am a terrible son. What other son's on this planet drop's their mother's birthday spoon and consequently the mix it contained? I'm such a shit person. I forgot the torniquet too damn it.
Even before I dropped the spoon I realised I'd forgot the birthday candle to go with the Heroin.
I now conclude I must be an autist.
P.s- the cat preceeded to enter the room and lick up the Harry on the floor out of the spoon. I'm not only sad and an autist but I made my cat a heroin junkie. He hasn't been responsivenin three days. Mum reassures from her experience that this is normal and that my cat is sure to be off the planet having the most awesome magic carpet ride ever! Jealous and sad *tear*.
/b/ I have something to let off my chest. I am truly fortunate in life. I got great family, intelligence enough to get good marks with less studying (engineering and math double major) when my peers are struggling, enough intelligence to read texts ahead of me and assimilate information fast, a naturally fit body, an acceptable financial condition, etc... But there's one thing I never had, emotional stability. As a kid, I was always the outcast and had serious trouble socializing with people, always bullied and cowardly to stand up for myself. That stayed up till my adolescence where it took a turn to the worse. All in all, got myself into some deep depression, started cutting (I feel like a faggot when thinking about it) and ended up fighting with my dad and having a deep mental breakdown. That was the beginning of depression wearing out. But to be honest, I'm always thinking of bad things, still totally emotionally unstable with women loving any and every girl that just treats me as a human with the least bit of attention, and end up feeling like a piece of shit. Idk /b/, idk whether I'm happy or sad, but I sure feel ungrateful. Sorry for the rant. This thread made me feel that I should let out my feelings for a day, and acknowledge them so that I may ignore them for the days to come. Thanks for allowing this, /b/
I know, the only place that has got it worse is England with all the politicians riding kids in care comes and hospitals and letting their celebrities do it to. Poor god dam britfags
The last time I really cried was when my cat died, since then, I can only shed a single tear, whatever it is that make me feels bad...
I m like you, should be happy from what I have, never had emotional stability, huge regret of stupid things I did at my worst time
I wish I could tell you it get better, but I don t know if I really think that, or just believe I think that
Last time i cried, was when i was thinking 1 year ahead, i thought of what would happen to my dog, she is my best friend. And im afraid, since im the one she loves the most of the whole family, that she will be so lonely when im gone, for a year.
Been told for as long as i can remember, that im a very emotional person. I used to express my feelings alot, especially crying, when i was a kid. I was a mothers boy too. So ever since my mother died, i changed regarding to feelings. i dont express my feelings as much anymore, and i can not cry anymore, not after crying myself to sleep for a year straight. But about 2 years ago, when my cat died. My cat which i had, had for about 9 years, when it died. i just sat silenty, and then suddenly i just broke out in tears in front of my dad. I still miss that fucking cat, i loved it /b. she was my first pet.
I worked at a reception hall and there was a prom yesterday. There was this kid with some friends. He help a small plastic box with this inside of it. I asked him if his date showed up. He said no, just waiting for her. This was around 7:30(midwest). An hour went by and his date still didn't show up. And i just thought nothing of it, i only thought about how much i hate my job. 9 oclock rolls around and his date finally showed up, he tried to give this flower braclet or whatever its called to his date. Never was able to get to it as this girl was being dragged around by her friends. Turns out this fat fucking dyke wanted this girl to be hers. The fucking dyke bullied him to walk away, literally decked him in the fucking face, and nobody fucking noticed. His friends tried comforted him, he didn't dance, he didn't eat and he gave it away. Then the girl went up to him. And what did this kid did? He let is slide, talked to her and they both walked away laughing. Now its 11:30 and I'm walking out the door. I looked down and saw this. I picked it up and took it home. Poor kid.
Wherever you are kid, i hope you look back at this and laugh tears of laughter.
>comes to a feels thread looking for tits
>>/s/ is right over here buddy
Nope just tired of not being able to speak from my experience and getting all the tits or GTFO . Shouldn't have to work so hard just like through history because men still think it's their god given right to insert sex everywhere