>be a huge fallout fan
>fucking love the franchise
>so excited for fallout 4
>start seeing all the shit the game is getting
>defend the game against the people shitting on it
>game finally comes out
>I see what a piece of shit it turned out to be
Why did you betray me Bethesda?
Life isn't like a movie. Life is like life.
Everything is fake in movies, This is such a retarded comparison.
There was a time when I wanted all of that, and now I'm just a dull shell of my former self.
I actually hate myself. Not the "omg my mommy didn't buy my XBL this month" hate myself. I hate myself, because of all the stupid shit that I've done to fuck up my life. And I hate other people too, for putting me down despite all the progress I made. No one ever supported me or pushed me to succeed, not even my own fucking parents because they didn't give a shit about me. I had to do everything myself.
Dad went to prison and died there before I was even a man and mom was too busy with my autistic older brother and working to support us to ever help me when I needed it. Not even my own girlfriend gave a fuck about me. The sex was good but our relationship was hollow. Still is. all we do is fight, fuck, stop talking to each other for a day or so and then repeat the fucking process. It use to be that i would worry about her cheating on me, but now I find it hard to care about whether or not she loves me at all.
Now the only thing that makes me happy is money and watching other people fail and become miserable, because when i see a happy person become more miserable than myself it makes me feel happy in comparison to them.
I'll end it soon or so i hope.
I can't take this pain,it's just too much for my fragile mind.
I've felt pain for as long as i can remember. The pain of losing someone,the pain of rejection,the pain of separation,the pain of living.
here are your options :
B)exercise while listening to music.
Man the fuck up /b/
Bad fucking times incoming.
I've only had one gf and the relationship lasted for a month.
What truly broke me wasn't that we broke up,but that the reason we broke up. It was my fault. I was so depressed before the relationship that i haven't focused that much on her but was beinf selfish and all i cared about is that for the first time i was loved by someone. Then one day...she just....called me and said that it isn't working out....and i just...layed on my bed the whole night thinking "What just happened"
Then day by day i slowly realised that i had lost the only person that ever loved me,and the person i had loved the most. I succumbed into the darkness and formed a shell of my former self. Now i am just waiting.. waiting for the moment that will put me off and break me entirely. A moment where i decide to end my life. It'a not like anybody would care. I just want to give myself a reason good enough.
I'm always alone. Noone cares about me anymore. Noone calls me. It's like everybody forgot who i am and started ignoring my existence. I don't know what i did to deserve this. I haven't harmed anyone or anything. Why is it always me who fails? I always end up in my room,crawling in my bed and covering myself with all the blankets i can find. And i just imagine there's a person there...just giving me a hug...empathysing with me and being my friend. One day i won't open my eyes and noone will notice i am gone...stuck in that same position covered with the same blankets forever. Yes...i am alone.
Do I follow my heart or do I let go?
>be friend with girl since we were little kids
>over the years, slowly fall in love with her
>can no longer hide it
>confess everything to her
>she lets me down easy, but also tells me that she has feelings for me too
>a month or so later I move away
>we promise to text each other every day
>everything is going fine for the first few months
>she even says that she thinks she love me too
>eventually the texts, calls, and messages stop
>it seems like she's ignoring me on all platforms
>fall into a deep depression
>at the time, I was also homeless and broke, so that only furthered my depression
>attempt it on 2 occasions
>obviously didn't work
>pussied out of a third time
>this goes on for 4 years
>slowly, very slowly get over her
>no longer depressed
>no longer suicidal
>get a text on my birthday a couple months ago
>it's from her
>she has the same birthday
>she is very nice and tells me to have a wonderful day
>I tell her the same
>chat a little bit
>we decide to talk and play a game on skype
>she invites me to a group call
>alright... thought it was only going to be us two, but whatever
>there's another guy in the call
>it's her boyfriend that she lives with
>get a strange sense of jealousy and anger even though I should be over her
>we play The Town of Salem for about an hour
>overwhelmed with emotions
>tell her I'm tired and should get to bed
>we say goodnight and end the call
>don't talk to her for a couple months
I'll continue one more post. I need to vent, sorry.
what really sad: this is my goal, not my reality. there are people who care about me, people who think good things about me. and I wish they wouldn't. I just want to disappear without making anyone upset.
Don't give that shit up, fight man... Otherwise you'll end up truly alone and that shits worse than any hell you can imagine.
>eventually get a message on snapchat
>we start chatting again like old friends that haven't been separated for years
>this goes on almost everyday for a couple weeks
>the feelings start coming back
>everyday it feels more and more likely that I am in love her again
>she eventually tells me that she's unhappy with her life and her choices
>especially her boyfriend
>I had already knew that she started dating him to move out of her parent's house
>she tells me that she loves me
>that I'm perfection to her
I don't know what to do. I've been playing it cool lately, but I want to be happy and in love with her. I just don't want my heart broken again
My only wish is to simply disalear like i never existed. So noone would have to suffer about it. If that could be possible i would've done it already. Looks like i'm stuck here...waiting for the end.
i always let them down and ruin things for them. they care, and get nothing but difficulty for the trouble. they deserve better.
by disappear, i guess i mean die; i'd really rather just fade out into nothing, if that were possible, but .38 to the forehead is about the best i can do.
You should tell her that she should decide on her own if she really wants to break up with her bf. Tell her you don't want her to cheat on him. Tell her you love her and that you want what's best for her. "If you truly love someone,then set them free to make choices on their own. If she comes back then you'll live happily ever after. If not,then it just wasn't meant to be.
Remember this, despite all the "trouble" you put them through they still care. I can hardly say that about the people I love, people like that are rare these days anon...
Don't throw your life away, get help, tell them how you feel.
Just to put you're "suffering" in perspective
Becoming an hero is quite difficult once you actually get down to it.
Too many obligations in life. Be it someone would miss you for being gone, or it would ruin someone's life if your death was a major inconvenience for them.
Would be so much easier if I never existed, so I wouldn't have been handed these obligations to stay alive against my will.
Sometimes I do wish I were one of those who truly had nobody in life who depended on or cared for. Then my death wouldn't affect anyone at all.
What is the point of living when all of our choices lead to a world of pain? I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel. I just see another tunnel. Why can't there be atleast a small gap between the two so that i can get atleast a taste of happiness? Why do i have to just run through these tunnels until i hit a dead end? I though life was beautifull when i was young. I thought life was a playground full of people to play with... I guess life is a lie and only the ignorant people are able to ignore the truth and enjoy the lie. Ignorance is bliss.
I suppose the only problem is that I can't give her the same things that her current bf can. Mainly, a place to stay. I know she suffers through with him because she refuses to move back in with her parents. I still live with my parents so I can't do that. Joy joy joy.
They had emotional stress for a couple days and were promptly released from it when they died. And their families were proud of losing them, because they died in war.
Some of us have been in this state for years. That doesn't compare. Our families wouldn't be proud of our deaths, because they would have been meaningless, self-inflicted deaths.
Then if she decides to break up with him,tell her to move back to her parents and wait for you to collect enough money to afford an apartment. If she reallt doesn't wamt to move back then ask your parents if she can move in. Or you can tell her to break up with him once you're able to afford an apartment. Those are my only solutions man. I wish you the best of luck.
i'd rather die honorably for a purpose than just wish i wasn't here.
don't you dare try to say i think i'm better than them, or that anyone here does either. we're fully aware of how pathetic we are. fuck off.
Hobbs, his beloved imaginary friend, is in fact a stuffed toy. Calvin doesn't see him that way, however. 'the pills' are presumably Ritalin or something, making him lose his imagination and just see Hobbs as a stuffed toy like the rest of us sad old fucks.
Psychiatrists make you lose your only real friends.
It just means you don't like physical pain.
Which, feel free to correct me but, is completely logical.
supposedly, self-cutting produces a high, from the build up of natural endorphins rushing to the wounds.
i'd shoot myself between the eyes, if i ever really did it. no-reflex kill, people.
From a guy getting out of 2 hard depressions trying to suicide etc - happy meds self harm and all that, one thing that has allways helped me, is not feel pity for yourself, it only brings more pain and it doesnt help anything.
Bullshit, I know plenty mediocre movies which get amazing in the second half, also life is not this perfect picture you expect walking into a movie. Regardless, in life, you're playing the main role. Why would you walk out of something like that?
i really need to get this off my chest
my only friend and i are both severely depressed, but never been suicidal. one day though he tells me that he is. that he wants to die. he tells me his plan and when he wants to go through with it. i know at that point im supposed to call the police, an ambulance or just try and stop him-anything. but i didnt do anything. i told him that if he truly wanted to die, then i would support him. help him if he wanted me to. in the end he didnt go through with it, he decided he didnt want to die after all. even so, i believe that the most basic and important human right is to have autonomy over your own life, and if i could go back i would say the exact same things. i dont regret it. but it weighs me down a lot
I'm not sure how to describe what's wrong with me.
Basically I'm unable to feel emotions (with anger as an exception. I've never really been happy in my life and I'll probably never be. I feel contant boredom in whatever I do, have no motivation to work or to even stand up in the morning. Everytime someone talks to me about something I'm just listening and pretending to be interested, eventhough I'm not and I just give this kind of chuckle at the end to show them that I'm intersted so they don't think I'm a prick or something.
I feel depressed most of the time but it's just a thing nobody knows about since I'm pretending everything is fine. People just see that I'm not really motivated or anything in that manner.
The thing tho, I have an apprenticeship to earn some money and also a girlfriend. So my life isn't really bad, it's pretty decent tbh. It's just that life itself is really tiring and I'm not really in the mood to actually change anything about it, and I'll probably wont be able to.
Sure, half way the movie there is a 50 percent chance it will be good.
You can walk out, and later read that actually the movie was really good near the end, and you just rewatch it.
Life is only one chance, and if there is a 50/50 chance that it may be good at the end, you should take that 'risk'
Just my humble and faggy opinion, feel free to hate.
You did the correct logical thing.
The whole thing with friends + suicide irks me a bit though.
If I went up to a normie friend and claimed "If you wanted to kill yourself I'd let you", and the normie friend found me weird, is that not illogical? He wants me to oppose something that he wants to do.
At least I'm not calling people negative adjectives on 4chan.
dude, fuck off. you are not obligated to stay in this thread where you're obviously not feeling it. fuck off, we're depressed and miserable, you're clearly not, so just FUCK OFF
An elderly gentleman who has been like a grandad to me (since I never really knew either of my real grandpas)
Is very ill, I keep a straight face but I don't want him to pass, he taught me so much
there dumped what i got...all are quality reads.
just because they were proud doesnt mean they were happy. it DOES NOT mean they were OKAY with it. you think they just shrug that shit off and get over it?! NO. GO AND FUCK YOURSELF.
war is not a couple of days. being enlisted and being able to die any day does not last for a few fucking days. They were tortured emotionally. but you know who had it worse because they couldnt know how well their children were doing? their FUCKING. FAMILIES.
all they knew was that someday, their children would come home alive... or get a soft knock on the door.
Context for the pic: this man witnessed and survived the horrors of the Hiroshima bombing, and spent a great deal of his insignificant savings on building a playground for children, in a site destroyed by the bomb. it was only later that he learned that the site - and he himself - were both fatally irradiated as a result of the atomic bomb.
8/10 made me KEK, but on a serious note, why do these things happen to the good people
What would you choose?
>Mr. Anon, we deeply regret to inform you that your son Corporal Anon Jr was killed in battle defending the country
>Anon, your son was found dead at the beach. It seemed that he killed himself by drowning. He left a note outlining his hardships in life. What kind of father are you for abandoning your child like this?
One is better than the other, and I don't think it's the latter.
Would any parent be happy with either of those? No, definitely not. But one of them is easier to life with than the other one.
I've been browsing feels threads for years. The above video is the saddest thing I've seen. It really puts life in perspective.
I'm ok. I've been going through this phase for a while now.. I can't seem to figure out who my real friends are. Girls fuck me over but I don't care all too much because bitches, but my friends too? I've slowly become a lonely sack of unhappy shit and I didn't even see it coming.
Fishing he loves fishing, what has pissed me off is he has a biological son and daughter and neither have bothered to visit him, his POS daughter is waiting on a delivery and that's why she can't visit.
As soon as he is out I'll take him sea fishing
Assume you don't have any.
That way you don't lie to yourself if you truly don't have any, but if it turns out that you do have one, then it'll feel better than if you were expecting it.
>went to drug rehab
>everyone is gathered and offered to sit in a chair in front of the whole room
>across is another chair meant to be empty to represent someone you wish you could talk to
>a woman in her 40s sits down and starts to talk to her mom
>shes angry and defensive, but also sad and weak
>her mom had gone lengths far as to lobotomize her daughter to "fix" her
>as she cries she mentions the broken bowl that was fixed with gold, how its even more beautiful
>couldnt help but feel conflicted and wonder if she could fix herself
I don't have a porch
I don't smoke
I fixed my sleep cycle
I had many girls and fucked up every relationship myself. I have now been alone for 5 years
shit pic not even feeling
The point is that you wish for someone to be there for you to pick you up from the shit of life but there isn't, and instead you keep doing your own thing and continue your miserable existence.
Pic related somewhat
The pic seems highly irrelevant, but it does remind me of that ATi and NVidia collaboration project, pic related
Don't worry dude, the first one is always the hardest to get over.
It won't seem like you can get over her right now but you will as time passes.
The feel you're feeling has been felt by everyone, and I really mean everyone.
it gets better
I may just be a random anon who doesnt know much and you may not even be here anymore, but know that life has its ways. I hope you can turn yours around for the better, because everyone deserves that.
This reminds me of that pic where OP had some who was an LoZ fan, the friend gave him a sort of scrapbook of LoZ, but OP never opened it until years after the friend died.
And on the front page was something like "Hey anon, I don't think you'll find that it's very much, but I wanted you to have this since you've always been there for me".
He's like a companion to my grandma who is now in a dementia home
They lived together for years after meeting at a bowling green
He helped me rebuild my first home and gave me advice about everything and even my first car.
Just to put your "happiness" in perspective
Be me a few months ago
37 yr old virgin living at the comfort of my moms care
Never had to work a day in life or go to college
We live in the ghettos so its not luxury
Mom always took care of me because dad died 35 yrs ago
Mom never remarried because she didnt want another guy in her life that will not love me like his son.
Mom is already getting old and sick now
She dies of natural causes
Dont understand why she has to die and why we have to get old
Fall into a cycle of depression
Go to a mental hosp and stay there for a month because of suicidal ideation
They finally think that im ready for the world but i have no where to go and no job experience
Come back to psych ward again after a week
See myself in this revolving door of helplessness and wanting to be dead
fuck fam, I only started going out at 19, I spent 19 years on my fucking room playing vidya, and you can guess how much I regret it now.
I shoulda listen what my father used to say, to go out and leave my room, now it just hits me hard going out with 2 or 3 friends and seeing shit ton of youngsters grouped up and drinking all together
Do you seek happiness? Do you want the secret i have used for years just to cope? It is very simple.
Be happy. Misfortunate moment? Be happy. Cat dies? Be happy. Fail exam? Be happy . Just tell yourself that
no matter what happens. Smile as you spend another night alone , when you just experienced a huge loss , smile.
Because the mind is quite powerful. If you keep this up, soon you will truly convince yourself you 're in joy.
You can go on from school or work and no matter what happens you 'll still be happy.
Because its not just a mask of a smile that you keep up, any one could do that. What's happening is mind over
body , with this new cheery demeanour you can walk, being genuinly alive.
Until of course you are at home at 3 in the morning, surrounded by your fucked thoughts , starting to remember
how sad you are, no extra room in your mind for fututre positive outcomes, you have time to think about everything
you experienced since birth. All the time in the world is yours, you acknowledge, you realise as devils take control,
but of course the next morning comes with a whole new set of distractions and you can feel 'happy' again.
Its 3 in the morning , and i feel like dying.
you're going to run away from yourself and you cant do anything about it, you will be haunted by yourself and your inner thoughs til you end yourself or die in the far, distant future
enjoy the fall, anon, no one will really enjoy being with you ever
you'll pray, ask god to save him, to bring him back to you. you know that it won't do anything, but you'll try anyways. because he's going to die and there's nothing you can do about it
dont you, sometimes feel empty or alone?
well, I do
actually I am here for the exact opposite.
I have a nice job, my own apartment, a girlfriend, good friends.
but now I am on vacation and ust want a few days alone without talking to anybody
i should be making phone calls, anon. i hope you appreciate me going out of my way like this to help you through this difficult time in your life
also, your dog is going to die and there's nothing you can do about it
Because it's something unpredictable.
I'm used to playing the same vidya all day. I know what happens when I get shot. I know what happens when I shoot the other guy in a specific location. I know where all the weapons are on the map and how to get the good vehicles.
But social interaction is a truly open-ended experience where anything can happen. And the things that happen are, for me at least, things that I never experience, yet always see other people speak of.
I would greatly appreciate if anyone else has felt this way or has any advice.
> Be me 21 years old this summer
> One more year before I graduate from college
> Feels like the door to my youth is closing real soon
> Wants to suck it up and ask girl out I've been into for past year
> She is leaving to study abroad for the next semester so I'm fucked unless I do something
> Don't do anything
> Summer goes by and I generally hate myself through it because I feel like I'm wasting my time
> Living in a city far from home. Spending all my parents money on a film education.
> I have a lot of friends here, but I still feel crippling loneliness because I feel I can't open up like I can here, or with my good friends back home.
> I could have had a nice job making videos with friends at this school run video production company
> I was extremely qualified having spent 2 quality years volunteering there
> When the seniors finally graduate I don't apply because I'm dumb
> My roommate (also a film major) applies and even though I know deep down in my soul is qualified, but wouldn't have got it if only I applied
> Walk into his room while he is away today and see photo of him and happy coworkers
> Can't really go back and volunteer because it hurts too much knowing this could have been my life while in college with these amazing people and have a good place for future video/film resume stuff
> School starts today 8/22/2016
> Sees this feel thread and I can't help but think how much this song applies right now to my feelings (1 of 2)
I for one don't; quite the opposite, actually (inb4 >still posting on 4chan). My interaction with people is only limited to making some sort of deal (ie I want something or they do want something from me); once that's dealt with, I wan't the person to not interact with me anymore. No idea how I came to this; it wasn't always like this, I used to crack jokes left and right and be quite outgoing.
Fucking made me end a 2-years relationship with a girl that used to (and still does) love me more than anything. But it was the same with her - ok we got the shopping done, watched a movie, whatever, now there's no need for you around me, I want to be left alone. Same goes for family, friends (most of them ex friends by now), coworkers, fucking everyone really. I shudder inside when a cashier in a grocery store tries to make small talk instead of just doing what we're supposed to do and leaving each other alone. I somehow lost the ability to hold a conversation.
It wouldn't be a problem if I knew it would last a lifetime - I'd just embrace a online creep lifestyle (probably becoming a new fridgebro) and not give a fuck about anyone. But I can't help but feel that the shuttering loneliness will eventually get me, and really hard, too.
(2 of 2)
> Open up facebook and see the girl I have liked has a new profile picture of her and this other guy.
> Comments read with friends of hers saying stuff like "get it girl!"
> Immediately check her relationship status on fb, but it's not there at all.
> Assume that just like every other girl I've liked in college I stomach the emotions and continue existing while holding that loss close to hear
> Remember how when I last left my home while there a bit for summer my mom cries in my arms how much she loves me and misses me
> I'm not talking about "Oh you are gone and I miss you son" the situation is more like "My marriage is failing and none of your sisters love me and I spend my days unloved and don't know why I am still in this house"
> Remember how my mom tells me I better make the most out of school because I'm the last thing in her life that has any value to her
> Want to make her proud
> Want to make her proud
> Want to make her proud
> I can't even right now... I feel like I might as well drop out and get a shitty day job
> I actually have good grades though and only need another year so I feel like I should graduate and apply to a graduate school
> Hope to extend my college experience a bit more
> All I really want to do though is make films/videos and shit and live a modest life
> Remember how teachers and principal in high school thought I had a bright future and that they can't wait to see my film in theatres
> I sit here and think about how I can't even apply to stuff like that job after I worked so hard towards it and didn't even apply
> Think about how I worked so hard at getting to know that girl I like and how others would tell me there was something between us from their perspective, but I didn't apply.
> Thinking really hard about my life in school now that I have a year left, but that I'm going to ruin my last year of college by not applying to myself because I have all these goals, but I am horribly depressed
Dialectic behavior therapy twice a week. One group session and a one on one with a specialist.
Or drink and throw yourself into art. Normal people are sacks of shit. Mental illness is a symptom of genius.
In the year 2012, I met a girl named Alice. I was younger. At the time, I was at the ripe age of thirteen, was still optimistic, and was very, very single. It was test day. I couldn’t tell you which one, but it was the kind of standardized test that forced me out of the safe little bubble of my private christian academy and into the world of public school, if only for a short while. I had woken up bright and early that morning. Mom made a breakfast of apple vinegar kale and fried bologna. As I took my seat and arranged my pens and pencils and erasers on my desk in preparation, she caught my eye. A pale girl with black hair and blue eyes was sitting at the desk positioned off of the front right corner of my own clutching a Monster energy drink and a cup of coffee. I, both dumb and prepubescent, was completely captivated. I watched with fascination as she poured the can into the cup of coffee muttering, “This is how I die.”
“Hey,” I attempted to say. In reality, it was some jumbled mess of sounds that sounded completely incoherent. All I received was in return was a confused look. I spent the rest of the test struggling to hold my naturally weak focus, but I kept daydreaming about this girl that I knew nothing about. I suffered through the remaining questions and attempted to make my escape. I was far too embarrassed to say anything to her a second time. I was on my way out the door when, for reasons I can’t fathom, she grabbed my arm. “Hey,” she said with the sweetest smile I had ever seen. “My name’s Alice. What’s yours?”
This was the beginning of the most important friendship I have ever made. I kept her a secret from my friends and parents. In retrospect, I wish that I had told someone. In secrecy, we spent every moment that we could afford to spare together. We were inseparable.
She had a way of looking at things that I had never considered- a view she was determined to share with me. I had never been happier. That isn't exactly saying much, but even so, everything was perfect. I would soon learn, however, that all good things come to an end.
In the summer of 2013, Alice was sick. She told me it was meningitis. It was supposed to be no big deal and at the time I was too stupid to look it up for myself. She said she would be sick for a couple of days and then snap out of it. I made her promise she would be okay.
“I’m going to be fine. Now, stop worrying you big loser.” I remember the feeling in my chest when the doctor walked out of the room with that solemn look on his face. I never saw her face or heard her voice again. She was gone, and I was left feeling alone and full of hatred. I hated myself for not being able to help her, but I hated God more for taking her. I grew cold. I stopped believing that the world was a place where good people were rewarded and bad people got what was coming to them. I became cynical and nihilistic. Things began to matter to me less and less. I refused to find beauty in a world that could be so cruel. I never really recovered either. I still struggle with smiling on some days. Above all, I decided that life wasn't fair.
The day I lost Alice was the day I lost my faith in the world. My fear of death was erased and my sense of morality was twisted. Life had stolen the dearest thing I had ever known, and I have never forgiven it.
>See feels thread
>Read through all the stories
>Everyone pretty much bitching about not getting vagina or being bullied
>Most problems solvable by not being stupid and leaving the house
>No real life problems
Jesus Christ, I thought r9k was a containment board for you faggots.
Really, unless you're persecuted by external forces, you only have your own sad fat ass to blame.
meaningless death is what i fear most
Just wait until you're in your 30's and you've missed out on 20's love.
>No watching youtube to try to figure out how to make a romantic meal on a budget of $25, and then fucking it all up, only to have her say how much she appreciates that you tried.
>No taking her to a family wedding, and having all your relatives remark about how gorgeous she is and having everyone ask if you two will be next?
>You'll never know what it's like to have a pregnancy scare, only to find out a few days later that she's not. You're relieved of course, but part of you is disappointed too.
>There will be no one there to give you a big hug after you graduate college, or finally get a good job. And you'll have no one to watch graduate or get a job.
>Likewise, you'll have no one there when you get passed over for a promotion, or flunk out of school.
>You'll have no one to lie in bed with, in that shitty, one bedroom apartment, and dream about a better future with.
>And then you'll turn 30. Maybe your parents send you a birthday card. Maybe you have a friend or two to get drunk with. But you don't have her. And you never will. You're in your 30's. 20 year old want nothing to do with you. 15 will send you prison. And other 30 year olds? They've all got a kid or three. They aren't looking for love or romance. They are looking for fathers.
This is your life now, welcome to it.
My last girlfriend cheated on me and left four months ago and since then I've been suffering from bouts of chronic depression which I've been masking with ironic humor. I have terrible anxiety and smoke weed which doesn't help. She told me we were going to go far together, and that 2016 was going to be "our year". I tried for two and a half years to become the perfect boyfriend for her, studying her likes and dislikes and shaping myself for her. Two years, wasted. I wanna fucking die.
It's not women that are shitty. It's not some rigged game. It's just the way shit works out for some people. Some people find love. Some people don't. Most don't. And it's not about getting laid either. That won't make you happy. You could have every single woman on earth wanting to jump on your cock, but at the end of the day, if they don't care about you, it won't make you happy.
If everything is awesome, nothing is.
We try to achieve greatness, yet when we do, we wish there was something more.
Hugh maybe just wanted a simple life after swimming in all that money and pussy.
Maybe he only found out just now,
but if he had, he probably would have wondered what it would have been like to be a pimp,
and felt like shit because he never found out.
No matter what you do,
you'll always feel as if you made the wrong choice.
Because that's how human beings are.
Always looking for more.
Always needing the other side of the medal.
Always, always, always.
Yes, brother. The shittiest part is that I'm in a sexless AND emotionless relationship. Man, fuck this. I can't even remind when was the last time she said she loved me, and honestly I still fucking love her more than anything in this world. Man, her smile is still the most beautiful I've ever seen... Sorry for being faggish, /b/ros, but I am crying to sleep every day because of her. Kinda needed to exorcise this...
Similar situation, shouldntve acted so high and mighy or acted like i was better than him just because he was an alcoholic. Just fuck man. Fuck me i really missed out. Fuck.