>i live in a 3rd world country
>my "salary" for a month is 315 american bucks.
>i pay rent.
>i have severe depression and anxiety.
>tfw no gf.
>5'9" and 177lbs, 5" penis.
Yeah, your life is worse, sure m8.
i'm married and i have two kids and i have no idea how to raise them or what i'm doing with my life. i started doing my own business on the side because my salary doesn't do shit but it's extremely hard when you have all these responsibilities. what the fuck did i get myself into
OP here. Here it goes:
>23 years old
>dating a beautiful 10/10 babe
>listens to my kind of music
>everything you could ask for
>something bothered me since day one
>she was perfect, so I always ignored it.
>3 years go by
>finally can't take it
>end our relationship out of no where
>too embarrassed to give her an explanation
>have been crying myself to sleep for the past three weeks
>can't get over it
>not sure if I made the right choice or not
I really just couldn't get over how feminine her penis was. It was honestly just TOO feminine. Every time I would fuck her it was like I was fucking a super girly girl and I just couldn't handle it.
Did I fuck up /b/? Prove your life is worse.
That's how every parent feels man, enjoy every moment because one day they will go out into the world and you'll be missing them. To be honest no one knows what they're doing, just try your best like everyone else and it will be okay.
I only have this one. Nothing nude though.
>bullied mercilessly as a child
>can't open up to people
>never had a true friend
>never had a girlfriend
>managed to move out of my parents house for 5 years
>had to move back and still there
>mother is crazy cat-lady of the neighborhood
>no job for the last 10 years
>family is poor as fuck
>now 51, and spent entire life waiting to finally die.
Actual op here
›be me 17
›parents died in car crash 2 years ago
›live with grandma in low income
›have depression and anxiety (like rest of /b/)
›bullied at school
›want to kill myself but too much of a pussy
instead of waiting to finally die you should get a big backpack and start traveling around your country or around the world. Do it, you're going to die anyways, then enjoy your life bro
this. this is the real sadness.
imagine getting all the stupid shit you yearn for,
all the shit you tell yourself will make you happy if only you had it.
imagine getting all of those things and it changes nothing except you now know a deeper level of sadness.
The worst thing and the best thing I did was get married.
>When people say women stop the sex after marriage it's true. Yeah you may be tearing it up now but eventually she will slow up on giving the tang.
Brother committed suicide two days ago... showed no signs of depression, just graduated with a Bachelors in Computer Science and had two minor degrees to compliment it. Future was really, really bright.
Yea, pretty upset atm, never saw it coming or any hints at any emotional distress/issues.
> was an unwanted pregnancy
> parents divorced when I was two
> moved to Canada, moved around British Columbia and Alberta
> never made many close friends in childhood, moved about 13 times before the age of ten
> was sexually abused by someone who was a hero to me
> mfw they die in a car accident day after Christmas when I was 9
> moved to New Brunswick the following August, made one friend who's my best friend today.
> Bullied quite a bit throughout elementary/middle school aside from a few friends.
> After a few years of not seeing or talking to my father, he calls and I get to talk to him, and I feel that I might actually start having a relationship with my father. He never calls me back.
> My step-dad herniates his back (Things go way downhill from here)
> My step-dad is out of work and bedridden for two years, my mom starts working, both of them get depressed. Living from paycheck to paycheck.
> My step-dad gets addicted to his pain killers (opiates), pretty sure my mom does too.
> My mom decides to go back out West and work, leaving me and my sister with a depressed alcoholic addicted to his pain medication.
> Turns out my mom only worked for 8 months.. She was gone for two years total, so she just took a vacation from the family for the rest of the time. We didn't see any of the money she made, so she just blew it all on herself while my sister and I were pretty neglected.
This is me at 14 years, got six more. Cont?
-be me 12
-parents and grandparents died in childbirth
-live with local hobo under bridge
-depression sounds like disneyland to me
-bullied in the womb
-killed myself but hobo gave rank mouth to mouth
-cant greentext either
> Be Neet living in parents basement
> get sick of it
> go on self improvement campaign
> clean up get job get GF get car move into my own appartment
> get married, buy house, have kids
> still depressed. Realize i traded my old life for a life of slavery.
> wake up every fucking day scrape the beard of my face and drive to a job i fucking hate to deal with people i hate for 10 hours
> come home to my wife if 15 years whos body was completely destroyed giving birth to my children
> argue with teenage children who have no fucking idea what life has in store for them so they think they know everything.
> My wife is always mad because she had to deal with them all day so she is never good company.
> I dream of skipping town, changing my name, and getting a shit burger flipping job and living in a basement somewhere playing videogames all day.
> probably just going to buy an exit bag off amazon and go out like that though.
> be me 29
> terrible acholic
> cant stay in a rehab
> hide in bedroom
> used to be famous
> too pusy to hero
> waiting for rum to kill me its slow and painful
> got cancer to top it off from this post
are u actually mentally disabled?
>driving home from work three days ago
>see hottie walking her dog a block away
>can almost see through her tights
>she's bending over
>feel my dick ready to pop out of my pants
>start rubbing it through my pants
>get closer to her
>realize she has a hand full of dog shit
>looks soft, gross, diarrhea
>it's spilling out of her hand onto the sidewalk
>she's still bending over trying to scoop it all up
>instantly lose boner
>haven't been able to boner since.
people relying on money to live the happy life. Do what you love no matter what, if you give up you will just be waiting to die. Take DMT and realise what is possible in this life without the need of cultural acceptance and image of " happiness"
I have chronic diarrhea and basically can't do anything because of it. Can't leave the house for long, can't go on road trips, can't go out to eat, can't go anywhere that I will not have instant access to a bathroom.
> My mom only comes back because my step-dad threatens to leave her and us if she doesn't get her shit together. Abandonment feelsgoodman.jpeg
> My mom comes back in time for Christmas of 2011, the whole family dynamic is fucked.
> Sister all this while was super depressed as well, cut herself, and turns out she was also sexually abused by the bastard who did it to me.
> In 2012 I fell in love for the first time. She was with someone else at the time, I confessed my love for her.. She didn't take it seriously. Before this point I also became really good friends with her boyfriend. This situation gets really fucked up.
> Over the course of the summer I get depressed because I'm always hanging out with her but can never be with her. She's generally a very affectionate person, so she'd cuddle with me and do stuff like that.. Torture.
> One night in October I'm hanging out with her and her boyfriend, we have a good time, and then he goes out with a few friends. Her and I were both drinking, and she starts cuddling with me, being abnormally affectionate, I'm in a limbo between heaven, hell, and extreme discomfort. He gets back, and we all go to bed. I sleep in the next room over. And I hear them having sex.
> Cry myself to sleep while sticking earphones in to block out the sound, go home super early in the morning. The following week I start what was going to be an almost 3 year relationship with a girl.
> While this is all happening, I witness parents are starting to waste away, when my mom gets back she's content to do nothing with her life except do opiates. My step-dad works, but has the same problem. Home life is just all conflict, fighting and yelling, both my parents are very depressed.
> During one fight my mom says to me: "You're just like your father"
> Anyway a year or so of this goes by, my relationship with other girl is going well, and I'm able to tell myself that I don't love my first love at all.
Literally NOBODY asked you to continue, faggot.
Well, let me make the actual list
>Crippling bipolar depression
>high anxiety levels due to depression
>Wife doesn't understand and is always in my shit about why I don't talk to her
>no matter how hard I try to tell her that asking me what's wrong every single fucking day isn't helping me talk about it, it makes it worse
>she tells me she can't deal with this much longer and wants to leave me
Don't be such a fucking idiot, being married isn't the miserable part. It's simply a byproduct.
I don't know, most people would consider mine bad I don't give a shit though. I'm 26 now had a liver transplant at 19 and it's been slowly failing aince, just got diagnosed with early onset Parkinsons, doc told me I hit the shitty jackpot, he also happens to be my best friend since Jr high so I pretty much am just prescribed the "don't give a fuck cocktail" of drugs. I don't care though my girlfriend is awesome, I inherited a lot of money, so basically it's just living in a ton of pain until I start to turn yellow and die slowly orrrrrr "tell my girl to get the syringe that's got the green cap on it on the cut out bible"
>being married isn't the miserable part
Then don't fucking say "I'm married, you tell me who has it worse.", Say "I have bipolar depression and my wife wants to leave me because she doesn't understand it, you tell me who has it worse."
>First love calls me one night, says she has very exciting news: she's engaged. (They've been engaged now for about 3 1/2 years)
> So yes. My first love, who at this point I was still madly in love with, tells me she's getting engaged to one of my now best friends. Fan-fucking-tastic.
> Fast forward as this period of my life is actually kind of happy for about two years.
> Now I'm going into second year of university. Decide to room with someone I became close with over my first year (big mistake). At this time, my parents had completely wasted away, my step-dad quit his job, started collecting welfare, doing jack-shit, and my parents stole a bunch of money from me that I was saving for university. My dad pawned my late grandfather's ring that was given to me. Fun stuff. And the house is being sold.
> Move in with roommate, gf at the time comes with to help me move in. On the first day here my gf and I break up in my room while we were unpacking. So, kicking off the new move with some great memories and experiences.
> Roommate prior to moving in with me comes out as trans but fails to tell me of his (now her) crippling depression.
> Over the next few months I'm still trying to get over my now ex-gf, going out dating and stuff.. But that doesn't work. Roomy gets super depressed and shovels all of that shit on me. Starts getting super possessive over me and becomes really entitled to everything ohfuckohfuck.
> I start getting very depressed as well, have had trouble making friends and all I have is a depressed trans person who then decided that they'll confess their love for me. Nope. No thanks.
> Christmas: Prior to, Roomy decides to attempt an hero, ends up in hospital. I'm fully triggered. Christmas rolls around and I visit all my friends in hometown.. So, my first love who is now engaged, who I'm still in love with says she has feelings for me.
I do know, and that's the part that hurts the most. I have fits of rage and sadness and they have to deal with it constantly. Worrying about if they say something that might send me off the deep end or walking on egg shells. That's the part that makes me want to kill myself the most.
I realized you redirected it at me, but you were still calling me an idiot. Don't imply that I'm level-headed, mother fucker. Don't make the switch in my brain go off or you're fucked, son. I'll do your fucking taxes you son of a bitch. You're fucking dead, kiddo.
Save the money for something important. Can't drive a vagina around. Besides, in a year or two you'll grow out of all of your mother's clothing and realize you've wasted several years of your life being a fat disgusting sissy playing dress up and either kill yourself or decide to finally live like a real man.
Why are you still continuing? Nobody is reading your shit and from what I can see in the bits and pieces I glance at, this is a giant "friendzone" story.
Just fucking stop.
and the worst part about the operation is after spending all of that money and suffering all of that pain you STILL wont be a woman and likely live a life riddled with drug addiction and die at 45.
All of this because you cant accept yourself for who you really are. You may feel like you are a woman you may want to be a woman but you were born a man. The sooner you learn that life is shit and we all have to accept things we dont want to accept the better off you will be.
I have two different incurable chronic conditions unrelated to each other, both of which are genetic and the odds of being born with are only 1 in 100,000. I'm not sure what the odds of getting both of them are anymore, because I've had at least two mini-strokes and lost a lot of my memory and mathematical ability. I'm married, but we're both autistic, he works 70 hours a week and even though I'm more responsible than him, he doesn't have time to do what needs doing and I can't pull my weight because I'm more or less bedridden. My autonomic nervous system doesn't work - my temperature swings between too low and too high, my heart rate swings between 56 and 170 and back within minutes, I don't get enough oxygen when I breathe. Every time I go to the bathroom, my heart rate spikes and I pass out.
We've got bedbugs, but there's nothing I can do about it because you have to pack up all your belongings. I can't bend over at the waist since my spine broke (no injury - the muscles and tendons that held my spine together just wore out and it snapped at a joint) and I can't lift more than 10 lbs. And my husband can't do the packing because of the aforementioned 70-hour manual labor work.
I don't even go to the ER anymore; I have a home heart monitor, I just take the pills I have to treat symptoms, then lay in the bed and wait to see if they'll be enough or if I'll die. ER doctors don't recognize my genetic disorders so they just do the same thing, monitor me in case something goes wrong and then get me out of there to free up the bed as soon as they can.
I'm supposed to be on pain medication because my body can't support its own joints, but you have to go through a ton of red tape to get anything legally in my area because we have such a "drug abuse" problem, and the law is designed to protect addicts and pharmaceutical companies at the expense of the genuinely sick people out there.
There's more, but honestly that's enough by itself.
I am addicted to butt holes. Even my own. I can't see a good looking person on the street without thinking about what their butt hole looks like. I could also sit in front of a mirror all day and stare at my own.
It drives me insane.
I have personality disorder, anxiety, depression, cant control my thoughts, cant control my mood, trying to get the fuck away from social contact in any form. Using drugs to accept the feeling of not fitting into this world, only another day, another day, another day, another day, soon I wont be able to keep the days coming.
I'm kinda good looking guy, I have a PhD in physics so no problem to find a job, even if I don't currently have one because I'm wealthy enough to don't care about having one.
Ho, and my girlfriend died a few years ago. In my arms.
I'm poor, trans, introvert, cave-dweller in a 3rd world contry pretending to be 1st, going to a really good free University studying CS, but this country is so shit economicaly/socially/technologicaly, that it's a statistical fact that I'll end up jobless, with no way of living in my own house or even surviving alone in the near future. My parents combined make no more than 10-14K, while they pay rent and everything else. If just one of my parents died I would die within a few months. Also, capital controls have ruined any chance to find cheap stuff online, while prices keep increasing and salaries drop, and all of economy is near a complete halt.
How does one leave their country with almost no cash? FML
>disabled since childhood
>autism spectrum disorder
>victim of sexual abuse and violece
>sodomized in 1st grade by molester
>sodomized by same guy 2 years later
>molested by mother
>witness horrible acts of violence
>dad beats mom
>dad makes mom prostitute in Vegas
>leaves us kids with grandma
>life starts to stabilize for me and sis
>mom comes back 2 yrs later
>takes us kids from our stability
>parents are druggies/alcoholics
>get beat so bad Im brusied all the time
>Get paddled at school all the time
>one time it sent me to hospital xrays
>parents start to get straight
>things are going better
>go to private school for troubled kids
>very therapeutic and helpful
>make friends and show improvement
>mom moves again
>thrust into public school and failing again
>get in trouble with law
>age 12 and on probation
>move to Arizona
>Get in more trouble
>incarcerated by age 15
>staff in DOC tries to have me killed twice
>keep me past my sentence by 6 months
>Abused by staff and threatened
Want more? It gets worse.
>little friends because neurotic
>turned to drugs so I could fit in
>ended up becoming dependent
>slowly turning out like my deadbeat dad like I always knew I would
>only completed a year and a half of college because most of it was spent dicking around chasing rabbits
>moved back in with parents cuz friend introduced me to heroin and it caused a nervous breakdown
>slowly rebuilding my life but feels like every step of the way has booby traps
>obtain no relief from knowing people have it worse than I do, in fact it just makes me feel worse about myself and the world around me.
>cant adjust to being free
>start smoking lots of weed
>get shot at in drive by while skating
>lose friend to similar
>start selling drugs
>friend owes cartel money
>he is locked up and cant pay
>I have to broker the deal
>Have armed meeting with cartel
>the leader is woman named Alma
>She and about 10 Mexicans show up
>Give her some cash and guns
>very tense time
>get set up by informant
>friend gets shot in my car
>leave the biz
>get married with girlfriend
>wife cheats on me and takes kid
>no note or nothing
>come home to empty house
>had been working legit job 2 years
>wife comes back
>wife violates the rules of the swing
>cant shake images from mind
>get fired from job
>move to shit neighborhood
>mexican terrorize us
>cops dont do anything
>after 12 calls, police ask me
>why do you live here anon
>house gets firebombed
>fuck the [email protected]!
OP here again, another few things I should mention about how hard my life is.
>tfw can only get off to CP of my sister
>am cis scum and not able to take responsibility for my racist white ancestors mistakes.
>tfw no one understands me besides reddit and tumblr
or its just a blatant insult to OP for this entire bait thread. This is totts a bait thread.
Hai, I am Denny R. I am an educated 28 year old Asian male living in London however I am originally from Scotland. I am a math and physics geek with a wild side I desperately want to release. I like to fantasize about having a cute girl fuck me up the asshole. Just the thought of a woman pegging me drive my mind crazy with excitement. By the way, I am still a virgin. Yup, I am almost wizard status here. I don't really know why but I haven't had any luck so far in the love department. I am not attracted to or the least bit interested in Asian women in anyway. I have mommy issues so my dislike of Asian women might have something to do with that. Sadly, I am near the point in accepting the reality I will be a virgin forever. Here I am thinking about how enjoyable it would be getting pegged and yet I have never even kissed a woman. The peg thing is so far away for me. :-(
Pic related: It's me!
Not too far from "the average white American male"
You've got a job....
40lbs ain't so bad....
What's the fucking problem?
Plenty of women for you... Be realistic about your standards bro!
OP here, I literally can't stop sucking cocks. Be nice though cuz im suicidal.
My standards were set way high back in high school. Nothing had measured up to that chick who gave me the heart boner. Sure I've caught plenty of tail but Noone has been as good and unconditional love feeling as back in high school.