Watch this vid
Did you fall in love with her? Yes you fucking did
>pretty decent looking man
>see girl at uni
>she freaks the fuck out
>you're fucking hot
>friends get jelly, she's a lithuanian gymnast who has the looks and personality of the girl in the vid
>see her around a few times, she always acts super fun and is really happy to see me
>flirty as fuck, whispers in my ear behind her friends that she really wants to fuck me
>i reject her because i want to have a shot with some other bitch
>bitch is a bitch, leads me on
>bitch then sends flirty texts
>i reciprocate, not being autistic or cringy
>bitch fucks around with the context of the messages, shows them to all my friends behind my back portraying me as a creep and a neckbeard
>i lose all my friends
>qt3.14 gymnast has finished her degree
>i am still a virgin
You're all going to die someday!
Including me! : D
Have a good one!
>don't want to live anymore
>don't want to kill myself
>i made fun of weeaboos for years
>only thing that brings me joy anymore is anime
So, I'm having a pretty mixed period in my life. On one end, I finally asked a girl out and she accepted. On the other hand, I can't see how well it would work with her and she's honesty one of the only women I've ever been attracted to.
I'm still lost and bored. I really just want the live in the woods alone but can't escape. I'm honestly considering taking my death in a car fire but don't know how to go about this. My family would get life insurance money if I could pull it off so help please
>not only your parents are paying for your uni, you have basically no monry for anything else
>not doing well in any class because of severe depression
>get a job half time in a decent architecture firm, i told them i did not want to be payed cuz pseudo intelectual
>no QT for you
I'm reading all these posts and I want cry, like a baby.
I am the only one who don't want to live anymore, but is too scared to kill itself? I really often get this feeling that world would be better without me.
Well I'm not going to actually die die, just legally die so my parents and brother can get some money and maybe be happy for a minute and I won't have to worry about all the bull shit that comes along with modern society
Sure, I won't be able to do anything except hide away but no problems either. Plus I want to die in the wilderness so that should be easy in my situation
>never had a good love story, just terrible ones which existed solely online
>went to military school starting in 10th grade and after that, didn't spend much time out hanging out with people
>feel like a failure and that i will never actually feel the affectionate touch of another person
>In love with this woman for years. (Over 8+)
>She's influenced My views, My life, helped me out in many ways to shape the man I am today, helped me get friends and always listens to me when I'm depressed but is a famous artist whom always has guys flirting with her so I didn't say anything then..
>Slowly get to become her friend online but rarely ever see her as she's in another state.
>Pay to go to other state to visit her She agrees to meet up IRL and have some good one on one time.
>Get the balls to finally say "I have feelings for you" after years and years of bottling it up say it Nervous as fuck but finally out...
>Gets rejected and finds out she's in a poly relationship.
>Ask her if it's an open relationship and get politely rejected again.
>After a few months of chatting she now out of the blue loves to talk about the kinky shit she gets up to with her partners in the bedroom.
>I'm always forced to hear and imagine this shit.
>I've already booked in for another trip to visit her..
>MFW I'm going to be forever obsessed with this one girl I will never get and have to hear about how her partners fuck her.
>she's in a poly relationship
>won't fit you in there somewhere
I'd say I do suffer from that. It's more of a "why did I have to be born, and why isnt there something that can at least entertain me until my parents die at which point I'll kill myself" feeling but yeah.
I'm not scared, though. Just defeated, although I accept it. There are things I can't change and life having no meaning to me is one of those things.
So I just exist, trying th do things that might make me feel a little better. Fewer things do it every day.
Story of my life.
You know what? I love you anon. I really do.
Anyway, sorry If I make you cry of something, but, do you feel like suicide is one of the answers to the problems? (I hope you will get the point)
For me, I feel stressed out every day until the point where I breakdown over my computer not turning on the moment I hit the power button. On days where I'm not stressed out, I'm numb and just deeply sad. I don't know how to make myself happy when that's the only goddamn advice I've been given. I've been through therapy, wanted to kill myself, psych hospitals, etc., and I've never changed, I've always been this way, too scared of death but not wanting to live. It's like I subconsciously don't want to be happy. Although, I get bits of comfort in times where I'm alone. But I can't always stay like that.
Don't worry, I'm not going to cry. I sometimes do whenever I feel especially defeated but not tonight luckily.
And thanks. I know I'll never meet you, and If I did, we'd never know who was who. But I love you back.
Suicide, to me, is a viable option that I am not overruling, just putting on the back burner for now. I'm going to play along but if something doesn't start making me feel good again I don't think I can just "exist" for the people around me much longer.
My tank is running low and when it dries up I'll find a way to kill myself.
I have given my all to this one girl. 4 years together and she ends up cheating on me. Haven't been the same since and every girl after that has left me for one reason or another. Perhaps it's not meant to be with me
I tried really hard to get better with friends and a psychologist in HS. I've never really gotten better though. I still have the same life issues and the same Mal-adaptive coping skills. I'm still trying though
I'm at a fork in the road. I can probably get this girl to go with me and I think I will cause I want to try a relationship before I die.
Material things lose their fun to me but so do people so idk
I understand that feeling, i never knew how to explain it but what you said was perfect. I feel like im just existing for others.
In the end no one cares if im happy or not.
Just wanted to say thanks for helping me find the words, love you also anon
Jesus christ the cringe. We all know you wrote beautiful yourself. In fact you probably planned this conversation hours in advance, and couldn't wait to drop your smart little bombshell, could you?
Qua-dubs of feeling have been empathized
well... it's just sort of normal, pretty light flirty conversation with a girl, but i understand. i mean if you're in a feels thread to begin with you're probably not having the best time in life
I already knew what the filename was going to be
Even though it's a nignog, I always thought this was the saddest video I've ever seen. Knowing that the woman could undoubtedly hear the gunshot as the elevator left the floor is the worst.
The point is you can change yourself. That quote does not signify why you are changing your self. If it's for you, and you feel happy doing it, then good for you.
However, if you put yourself through whatever to "sculpt" yourself for society or because you think it will make you feel better than that's misguided and you will what little time we do have.
I said I love you because I like to know that someone one in this world will feel some warn in its chest. I hope you will fell better with that thought that some anon really loves you. We need to stay strong.I hope you will.
tbh this picture has always gotten me.
respond to this post with what you would say to her
Hi, you've reached the voicemail box of anon. Please leave a message after the tone.
I wish this would happen but at the same time I know I wouldn't do anything about it. Hell, I never did before.
I discovered recently that my 5 year old son is psychotic.
Something seemed off about him ever since he entered school, but last spring he was caught torture-killing the pet guinea-pigs at school. Things have gotten even worse since we’ve tried to get help for him. He’s not receptive to or medication or social services. His personality keeps getting more aggressive. He’s alienated us and the rest of his family and friends. He’s turned into an exceptionally good lier. He tries to starve himself, pull his hair out, and suffocate himself with grocery bags when he doesn’t get his way. Sometimes he wakes up yelling and foaming at the mouth in the middle of the night. It’s really bad.
We’re trying to homeschool him, and so far it’s been a disaster. We aren’t getting through to him. We’ve decided to give it until the end of the year, and then if it doesn’t work out we’re sending him off to a boarding school. This will be a considerable strain to the finances of our middle-class wage, as the psych services are already putting us over the edge. But we can’t think of anything else to do.
We’re going to have to live with this for the rest of our lives, and I just can’t come to terms with this.
Shit like this is why I still come to /b/. I have to balance out my insanity with other insanity, and somehow that makes it more OK.
Isn't there some way you can just like..give kids like this away
This is why you don't needlessly reproduce. If you aren't a genius engineer or something, why would you create a child? Why?
I hope you realize that you cannot love him, you cannot protect him, you cannot shield him or you are just killing other people. The world needs to know who he is from an early age. People like this turn to violence against humans at a rate of basically 100%.
Well, I'll guess I could just get it all of my chest here, maybe that'll make me feel a little bit better.
Tl;dr : I felt like shit for ten years
Since I've been a kid (around 7-8 yo.), I felt the same way, every day.
That feeling os something I can't explain, it's a mix of me hating myself, hating almost everyone (or just not caring about them), being scared of death, thinking that suicide is the answer from times to times, but not having the balls to actually kill myself. It's some sort of constant void inside of me, like nothing is worth it, with random peeks of sadness.
I've been feeling like this since I was 7-8, as I already said, so it's veen around 10 years now, and the more time goes on, the more I feel like this. I've only been happy when I was younger than 7-8, so I don't really remember it, and a year ago, when I had a girlfriend, she was the only person I ever loved, it lasted 4 months then she dumped me through text like I was a pile of shit.
So that's about it...
>haven't told my mother i love her for months
>realize one day that if she suddenly dies i will have not told her in a long time
>can't tell her for some reason
>keep seeing things about dead parents and want to treasure them while they are still alive, but too embarrassed to say this kind of thing
>feel guilty for all i've put her through over the years
>still can't express to her how i feel
just do it. Call her right now. Say "mom, i just realized i haven't said i love you in a long time. So i love you." you won't regret it, there's nothing weird about loving your parent. talk to her while you can, anon. Some of us wish we could.
For many years I've had to endure life. I don't want to die, yet I do, a constant battle of will. It's awful, I haven't enjoyed anything I'm just venting, I don't feel special or different, just depressed. Thank for I didn't go down the faggy emo route. But, I've been enduring life, not living it, just pushing on. For so many years shitty things have happened, and I was told it'll get easier and to live through it. I shut my mouth and did that, and afterwards, it's easier to deal with, but I'm more depressed than I was before, and I don't want to do that over and over again. What the fuck am I supposed to do? How can I enjoy life when it seems like I can't? I've been getting so much treatment and nothing's changed. It's like I don't want to be happy when I really do. So, what do?
fake, story concocted after the incident because he matched the profile of a beta.
I've thought about suicide every day of my life since I was 12 years old. I visually imagine it and dream about it. I am 34 years old.
I have a chronic pain disorder, I have depression and heavy anxiety. Every day of my life is pretty much hell but you know what...It's pretty easy to not commit suicide. And other people care about you, so how can you?
So in other words,fuck that fat 26 year old fuck. If he really existed and that's really his story, fuck him even more-- he would've been filtered out anywy in ages past, a fucking worthless pussy.
The fact that you married some guy with tattoos on his neck and immediately pumped out a baby shows that you were never good enough for me. Our relationship was actually just about sex, never love..I realized that later, dating way higher quality women.
Have you guys ever seen that YouTube series, Arby 'n' the Chief?
I plan to probably live that way. Just spend several years dicking around on video games drunk until I decide life's become too painful and kill myself.
Being a weeb and enjoying anime are different.
Do you own hundreds of dollars worth of merchandise and obsess over the characters?
If so, you're a weeb snd should off yourself.
If not, you happen to enjoy Asian cartoons. I love One Punch Man, always loved DBZ, used to enjoy Naruto, but I don't have a fucking Leaf Village headband or a shirt that looks like Goku's.
now that's a feels thread :v
I barely feel much of anything anymore.
I always had high anxiety through high school and college, which devolved into panic attacks by the age of 24 or so, which I medicated with alcohol and Xanax.
After a few career missteps I became more depressed and ended up in the psych ward once in 2014 and once in 2015 for parasuicidal behavior (xanax and alcohol overdoses)
I've been clean for awhile and am not actively suicidal but I have lost a lot of my emotions. I am on an antidepressant. I cannot cum very often or get an erection. I have almost zero sex drive; I go on Asian threads or whatever and feel nothing.
I feel nothing toward other people except a vague and blunted sense of duty toward my job and my parents.
I guess it's better than being suicidal and panicked and in the psych ward but it sure as hell sucks compared to when I felt more normal in my early twenties.
This is a feels thread, not a ylyl thread
I know that feel. I try to take my stress out on video games, but when a first person shooter from the 90's crashes on my modern computer, I go apeshit. Back in middle school and high school I would flip the fuck out over stupid pranks my friends pulled on me.
Life fucking sucks, man, I've been thinking of taking up a job as a fire lookout. You're alone on top of a mountain for the summer, great views and a lot of free time. Also, no goddamn people near me
just a hug, sometimes with you relaxed against her. sitting down with your head in your hands and she puts her arm around you and hugs you close. all holding you.
>ofc I've never felt this though
Hey /b/ros. I have my story from the last feels thread I was in about my cheating ex + best friend. Should I post?
Hey, this might be a bit l8 into the thread, but does anyone have any movie/tv show recommendations that hit you in the feels
I recently graduated uni with shit degree every job I get goes bad except this stupid part time job I've had for years and go back to when other jobs fail. Sad thing is its the only place I feel accepted but it won't pay my school loans so I'll have to leave it for good soon
Will check this one out
Any that deals with loneliness (whether on the topic of friends or of a significant other)
I'll be here if you want to ask questions or whatever. Or if you want more proof that I am OP from story, i can post pictures of her and i. You're not getting her Facebook/Instagram/etc. Don't ask.
Thank you. I'm sorry. I think it is better to never had than to had and lost. I've stopped every girl that tried with me, sometimes I regret it, sometimes it seems like the best choice ever.
should i share a story?
I married the girl I love.
>she walks down the isle
>god, she looks so beautiful in her white dress
>she walks up to me and smiles
>I smile back, albeit nervously
>my friend is standing next to us
>I look at him and he smiles
>Ask him if he has the ring
>he says yes
>I tell him that he may now kiss the bride
>he kisses his new happy wife
I married the girl I love, but I am not happy.
yeah, go ahead. :)
>be me, 3yrs out of college
>white collar stressful job that i absolutely hated, most of my friends moved away, not interested in any of the girls in my life
>daily a zx12r, pretty liberal with the throttle, but also fairly responsible (opening it up only on deserted roads, etc.)
>Anyways, in a pretty bad mental state
> get back from the bar one night after drinking heavily with friends (around 1 am)
>decide to go rip around on my zx12, and I understand and am ashamed of how drunk I was when I got on the bike
>but atm, I literally had a death wish.
>got on the bike with the full intention of blasting around at 150-200 mph on the highway and back roads
>generally stay at double the speed limit
>so depressed and fed up with my life
>not exactly intentionally trying to die, but going to ride far beyond my abilities, and far beyond sustainable without a fatal crash.
>took the bike out, turned up my earbuds to deafening levels, put on Ja Rule
>remember tearing through my town in first gear at like 11k rpm
>was completely deserted on the highway, I was low in the RPMs merging on in second gear (like 2-3k rpm), drunken grimace on my face
>went WOT, full race crouch
>remember hearing the engine begin to spool up, like it sounds like a fucking jet-engine whirling up to speed
>when this bike was made, for a brief amount of time, was the fastest production bike ever made, and it sounded like it
>tame, but with steadily increasing noise until around 6k. Then the thing just takes off like a hyena with its ass on fire
>couple of seconds later, I'm at 150 mph, fourth gear, upshifting.
>170 mph. Ja Rule is drowned out by the rush of air around my helmet as I raise my head
>I have become a part of the bike, ready to hold the throttle pinned until I died
>didn't care about my work, I didn't care about my friends, I just wanted to chase that adrenaline
>and also not go back to the monotony of my daily life.
>around this time, I blew by a police charger in the center lane
>he had seen/heard me coming, I guess, because he was probably already doing i would say 110 when I passed him
>lights come on, but I just keep it pinned, blowing by cars. One of them swings to avoid me in the same direction I swing to avoid it
>I pass within a few inches of the bumper
>It's been like 5 seconds but the red and blue lights are already pretty far back, and receding into the distance
>slow down a bit and exit the highway doing a good 100 mph on the off ramp
>rear wheel is sliding around, I still have no idea how I managed to not lose it
>I think mostly I was just committed/fearless, so my grip on the bars was light, throttle was generous
>I was ready to die if the bike wanted to throw me, and I guess thats why it didn't throw me.
>made a few more turns to make sure I lost the charger
>as I came down from my speed high, I had like a sudden rush of what the fuck are you doing, just quit your job, don't fucking kill yourself, etc et
>there is like a weird moment when the adrenaline fades? this was like that, but also included my suicidal thoughts.
>then I remember being lost in my thoughts, still going like 25 over, and misjudging a simple turn
>last thing I remember thinking was "I want to live" and "holy shit my rear tire is now completely on gravel".
>woke up around 4 am laying on the side of the road. Ja rule was still fucking playing in my helmet
>I had a pounding headache, could tell I was still drunk, and my right leg wouldn't bend
>visor was completely road rashed, so opening my eyes was a wierd experience because for a bit I couldn't tell if my vision was fucked
>find my bike, laying about 50 yards away. I limped over to it, adrenaline beginning to kick in
>realized if I called this in, I was getting a DUI and probably also a felony evasion ticket if the cop had called me in earlier
>bike was in bad fucking shape, the instrument cluster wasn't working at all, the headlights were both smashed completely, and the fairings were toast
>key was totally bent in the ignition, but luckily it had been pushed to off, so there was a chance the battery might still be good
>turned the key on, and nothing lit up. Heart was fucking pounding. Cycled the FI button, and head it fucking prime
>I was kinda just in disbelief as it fired up, ready to take me home, bent handlebars and all
>limped it home while trying not to vomit, got home, threw up all over the ground outside from pain, and crawled inside, slept on my floor
>next day I quit my job over the phone
>went to an urgent care clinic, got fully taped up/gauzed, and the next month I left the east coast, and I will never go back
>so much happier now, and also won't let myself be put into a position again where my job takes over my life and destroys my sanity
>for a while I had some serious guilt about driving drunk and I'm glad I didn't hurt anyone but myself.
Lifes but a waking shadow
a poor player,
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
and then is heard no more.
No matter how hopelessly they struggle in the light, they all die without meaning.
Amazing are his or yours skills,
but see...be it you or anyone,
it's impossible to become anything.
Human life is so meaningless...
>No matter how hopelessly they struggle in the light, they all die without meaning.
nice story man.
I'm glad you're okay.
Funny thing though, as soon as i posted my story, she messaged me man. shit isnt lit.
I'm sorry that there were times that where it seems like I didn't care. But really I was too afraid that if I did show too much then you would have left me. I really want us to be something, but in the end, I won't blame you for leaving. I love you
I think about her every day. I think about her when I go to sleep. I have everything going for me but all I want is her. I'm just going to ride my motorcycle to the beach this weekend and shoot myself. I've been on here for 8 years lurking. It's been a good run guys. Through all the ups and downs you've always been there.
I've read this before. Always sad. Every time
I always thought that eventually we would find our back to each other someday like in those shitty romance movies we'd watch. I thought it was just a phase... a break. But then you faded away over time, less phone calls, less texts until you were completely gone. The last thing you ever told me was that you loved me... that we would be together again, that all you needed was time. It's been 2 years and I'm still waiting like a fucking moron still trying so hard to let go, trying so hard to stop loving you. But I just can't...
i can relate to this on a personal level
i have had multiple girls in to me but at the time they dropped hints, i didn't ever get it
>Have a Gf 3 happy years,
>he leave me because literally "You are a very good person. You must be loved and appreciated by other person better than me"
>she was perfect, beautiful, smart, sweet, kindly .
>The true is that this doesn't bother me until that I ask for a real reason for the broke
>she tell me: "The only reason for stay with you is by pity because is unfair that someone like you a really good person still alone all this years".
Don't look the life like the same
>had a friend from high school. not anyone close but we were on good terms; always have been nice to each other irl
>years pass and she becomes a SJW based on her posts
>made a post on facebook about the incident in which the "passable transvestites" card was removed from Cards Against Humanity for somehow being particularly offensive
>didn't even say anything anti-tranny
>she blocks me over it
I really just feel sorry for her.
Been in a relationship for 9+ years...out of those years married for almost 4. I moved to Indiana 2 years ago with my wife so she could go to grad school. Things were rough for me, but great for her. I struggled with depression and anxiety, but tried to make the best of it. I worked part time as a delivery driver at dominos (my anxiety and depression made it hard for me to work full time and there wasnt really anything out there for me). We made enough so that with my pay and her stipend we were okay financially. Nothing amazing, but not starving. We had a lot of ups and downs together, but ultimately it seemed like moving away was really great for us. Up until the last semester when things got really shitty with her grad program and she got hella busy and very flustered. She hasn't always been super kind to me (especially when she is unhappy), but I have always forgiven her because when things are good, we laugh and love a lot. Things had bad really rough for her that semester and we had been talking about the idea of an open relationship...I could tell she had the hots for some dude in her program and I was feeling neglected and she wasn't being a very loving wife, so I went ahead and said fuck it lets give it a shot. She met up with her fuckboi a few times and I had the promise of meeting someone new as well, so I was hopeful someone else might be able to fill the hole in my heart.
She graduated in May this year, and we really didnt plan for what happened after...except coming back and staying with my folks while we tried to get on our feet back in Arizona. My parents home is incredibly broken. I have an alcoholic brother that is a complete jackass and my parents home is in shambles, but they have always been loving and supportive of us. Her parents hate me and have always told her to not marry me/leave me because I haven't been super successful with finding a career or what I want to do for a living and also because I struggle with depression. I was also having an identity crisis and thinking I was a transgender person, so I work makeup from time to time...which her parents found out and had a meltdown and told her to leave me because they thought I was going to have gay sex and give her aids. I have since given up on the whole "trans" identity, but they won't let me live that down.
The whole open marraige thing was originally supposed to be just for casual sex, but she has pretty much been carrying on a relationship with the dude from Indiana. I found one girl and had sex with her a couple of times, but honestly it was lackluster and I didnt really feel what I wanted out of it. Although my wife was fucking and carrying a relationship with another dude, she blew up at me one day and had a meltdown because I had met that girl that we had agreed upon. She hit me when she lost control of her emotions. I was pretty sad about that. I told her we needed to end the open relationship or seperate because she was being incredibly immature about the whole agreement. She begged me to stay and I let it slide. The weekend before my birthday a few weeks ago, she paid for a plane ticket and an airBnB for this dude so they could have some time together for that weekend. She promised me that everything would be fine between us and it wouldn't cause any issues, so I said what the hell. After the fact, I felt pretty emotionally hurt and respectfully communicated this with her, to which she told me that she didn't want to close the relationship and continued to send a shit ton of texts, and snapchat texts. I could tell something was up so I looked through her convo with the dude and saw that she obviously didnt respect my feelings enough to stop talking/sexting with this person. I also found out that they had sent physical mail to each other and I was never aware/okay with this. I told her this can't go on, and she told me that things between us have changed and she doesn't know what she feels anymore. A few days after that I dropped her off at the airport so she could go to a wedding in her family. The next day while she was gone, she told me she needed a seperation. It has been hell for me ever since. I'm a very codependent person and I even stayed in the Crisis center for 24 hours the following day.
I graduated 4 years ago and got my BA in Linguistics, but I fucked up and was naive about getting my BA thinking it would just grant me a magical career. FF to now and I'm trying to figure out a better career for myself, but am working as a delivery driver just so that we could have some money until something greater happened for us. I know I could've planned things better in my life, but no matter what I have always been there for her emotionally, physically and just always very supportive of her and her choices.
We have always had so much love for each other, even when things have been at their worst we usually pull through. This time I don't think its going to happen.
What's the best form of action if this picture describes how I feel yet I have most things people would literally kill for?
but why didn't you ever accept my apologies? why do you leave me without an answer? i know i was a bad person but when i realized it and changed, why didn't you accept my apologies? you were my closest friend and i gave my all to you. i cared about you so much and i've sacrificed so much for you. and every day i'm left hurt thinking that we will never be able to relive our favorite memories, because you hate me now. and you'll never forgive me for the mistakes i made. and that hurts me. thinking about you hurts me. our memories hurts me. and the thing that is the most painful of all, is knowing that you don't want to have anything to do with me anymore. that's what hurts the most.
that's the pain of loosing your best friend
Big difference between liking anime and being a weeb.
Know that feel though. It seems it's the only time I'm happy, I stockpile stuff to watch in the future. Helps feel not so alone.
My condolences, anon.
I recently went through something similar about two weeks ago.
Shit hurts when you find out she's lied and talked some serious shit with you, but I can't image what it feels like to have her cheat on you.