The less sandniggers / niggers in this world the more better place it is.
He needs to raise an army to take back the universe
Wow can you even live with that burden?
Man, i know the feel when you cant feel pity for yourself, because you know you were the one who caused "it".
The girl I was in love with for over a year is now dating someone who is just going to use her for her body then throw her away whenever he finds someone better.
It hurts to think that if I wasn't such a coward, things could have turned out differently
I was kinda angry because she spent the entire afternoon bitching around while I was raiding, and when I finally stopped (we won btw) and proposed to do something, she said she was going out with "friends".
ring around the rosey am I right guys
pockets full of posies
just do it
i hate how everyone turns that kind of stuff into inspirational faggotry, but really. just say "fuck everyone else. i'm going to go be happy. get the fuck out of my way"
I miss you so much Katie. It's 6:30am and I can't get back to sleep because that dream felt so real. I wish you gave me the chance I deserved instead of moving on so quickly. Please come back
i think a lot of the problem is people think things like:
>i'll look stupid
>people will laugh at me
>people will make jokes behind my back
but really: fuck them. causing you to be unhappy is the worst thing they can do - but you have to help them do it
Girlfriend of four years just didn't come home one night. Said she didn't feel the same and needed time alone. Ends up she was just fucking a 17 year old and was too guilty to get caught. Blocked me on Facebook and such, deleting all our memories together. The only contact we have is the occasional text message when she needs something. She changed her relationship status the other day. She's not even ashamed to hide it anymore. I sacrificed so much for her. Moved schools so we could finish it together. Let her move it with me. I can't stop loving her and she doesn't even care. I'm so lonely
here is some of :/
>playing Runescape, like 2006 or something
>very lonely at the time, think about suicide constantly
>make a friend in Runescape, levelling attack and killing goblins
>he wals up and says hello
>I always play the same server/area and go to the same place everyday and so does he
>eventually add him on Skype and we talk everyday for like 5 months
>become great friends
>play everyday together, do everything and reach a really high level
Fast forward a few months
>he asks me for a few million gold, I oblige, were great friends
Then I read in chat "scammed lol"
relatable i guess.
when i was younger i played this game called SmallWorlds online. it was full of "girls" (presumably guys) who would pretend to be someone's girlfriend in exchange for in-game gifts/money/etc.
i dabbled in it a bit, but i wouldn't do anything unless i could verify someone was a woman. as soon as you started asking for their skype or if they had a webcam or something like that, they'd pretend to be offended = it was really a guy who'd gotten called out. fortunately, i never really got scammed, but i can see how easy it would be
>Be about 15
>Doing the typical 15 year old thing, hating my dad
>Always drunk, always smoking, eventually starts taking and dealing drugs
>Wake up at like 6am one day
>Mum and dad are walking around and shit
>Front door opens and closes
>Get up and ask mum what happened
>Tells me that my dad's leg hurts and he is taking a taxi to the hospital
>Mum spends the next few weeks in the hospital, always visiting him, coming home to sleep and shower only
>Wonder how she can love him
>Continue to go about school shit
>Chillin' in class
>Teacher gets a phone call, says my sister is here to pick me up
>Sister is in her 20s, can drive and shit
>Tells me we're going to visit my dad
>He's just out of the ICU
>He's lying in bed
>Pale as the driven snow
>We were scottish and my sister was ginger but I never saw anyone so pale
>All manners of tubes and shit in him
>His leg is up on a bunch of pillows
>It's shaking violently
>Like he's having a seizure, but only his leg
>He used to be 6'1 and full of muscle
>Now he's lying there like a fucking ghost
>Instantly feel bad about hating him
>Sit down beside the bed with my sister
>He's asking me about school and shit
>Asking me if I've got a girlfriend
>Asking me how my mums doing
>Asking me everything he never asked me before
>Eventually asks my sister to go the the hospital's shop and buy him a newspaper
>Get up to go with her
>He asks me to stay
>Keeps asking me questions
Need to cont.
Someone lend me a tissue, please.
>Keep seeing his leg shake out the corner of my eye
>Tells me his veins were all fucked up from the smoking and they had to operate
>Shows me his big ass scar, huge one all the way from his angle to the back of his knee
>It's all swollen and purple
>Questions are over, he starts joking around
>Hitting on nurses
>Throwing pillows at paki doctors walking by
>Start to remember when I was younger
>And he would take me to the park
>Play football with me
>Help me with my homework
>Wonder where it all changed
>Sister comes back
>Bell goes, visiting hour ends
>Get up to go
>Asks me to come in close
>Kisses me on the cheek
>His unshaved face scratches my shit
>Mum is getting ready to go see him
>Few months later
>On crutches and not walking, but home
>Mum gives up smoking for him
>He keeps smoking anyway
>Orders her around like a slave
>I thought things might have been different now
>But he starts trying to connect with me again
>Using any excuse he can to talk to me
>Push him away like a cunt
>He's back in hospital
>Finally turn 16, get a job and start helping with money and shit
>In school again
>"Anon, you've to go see Mr Nelson"
>Mr Nelson was the pupil support guy
>10/10, chill as fuck
>Sit down in his office, probably about my attendance or something
>"Anon, there's no easy way to say this. Your dad died today in hospital"
>Just stare at him, slack jawed
>Sister picks me up and takes me home
Need to cont again
>Mother is openly weeping
>She hadn't done that in years
>Not since my elder brother stormed out in an argument
>Think about that
>He hadn't been there for my dad at all
>Me and my sister just sit on the couch with my mum for hours
>See that she's trying so hard not to cry
>I feel sad because they're sad, not because he died
>Feel like a cunt all of a sudden
>In the coming weeks, I keep working, give the money to my mum
>Sister is always over
>Funeral coming up
>Not a word from my brother
>Go to his house
>He's older than me and my sister, for reference
>He's a classic deadbeat
>Rarely has a job
>Has two kids
>Anger issues, and the kids provoke it
>Come into the house to find him yelling at his fiance and his kids
>Tell him to cut it the fuck out
>We go into the kitchen to talk
>Ask him if he'll be coming to the funeral
>He just bursts into tears
>He was crying worse than my mum was
>First time I ever saw him cry
>He starts talking about how me, him and dad would go the football and shit
>Try and comfort him
>Tell his fiance to give him a wee while
>Didn't get an answer about the funeral
>The day comes
>In the church, dad was a catholic
>Service and shit
>Sitting next to my mum, sister on the other side of her
>Don't see my brother
>Priest is talking about remembering the good shit and not dwelling on death
>Go outside to put him in the ground
>Brother rushes in
>Everyone's crying except me
>Wonder why I'm not crying
Fuck, final post next
Rational self interest mah nigga.
>Positive intrinsic value to life
Meditation towards satori mah niqqa.
ITT beta cuck faggots and pussies whining about their lives filled with misery and pain
>Don't find an answer
>Go back inside
>Mum and sister are talking to people, accepting condolences
>Hunt down the priest
>Had never been religous, agnostic
>Ask the priest why I didn't cry
>Tells me he sees my father in me
>Ask him what he means
>Tells me he means physically and spiritually
>Dad used to go to the church, before he had my sister
>Would just sit in on services and not say a word
>Eventually stopped coming
>Priest says he thinks that was him trying to find a purpose
>He says that he found it with his family
>That cracks me
>Go home later
>Helping clean out my dad's stuff with my brother
>Go into his bedside drawer
>Find his bible
>Didn't even know he had one
>Keep it, stick it in my school bag
>Start going to services
>Stop because I have exams and shit
>Always keep dads bible with me
>Read it when I'm sad or mad or feeling not great
>Never read anything in particular
>Just open it up and start reading
>19, move into the city from our wee village to go to uni
>Packing my shit
>First thing I put in is the bible
>At the train station
>Mum and sister and brother are all there
>Wishing me goodbye and stuff
>Tell them it's only a 15 minute train journey
>Mum tells me my dad would be proud
>Feel the tears comin'
>Saved by the train
>Get on and wave goodbye
>Start fucking bawling
>Still read the bible, still visit home, still visit that church and the priest when I get the chance
>Try and live life like my dad would want
I don't believe in god, per se.
I believe what the bible has to say, generally. Doing right by your family and friends, forgiving and forgetting.
I don't consider myself a Catholic or anything, I go to the book because it reminds me of my dad, and reminds me to try and be a good person.
I have this horrible anxiety, I even am starting a new job in a couple days and things are looking up but I've just had this bad dread-like anxiety and self issues ever since the love of my life left me for another guy, I'm still doing my best to move forward but its hard sometimes.
This feel is the worst.
You know when you're having a bad dream and it get's the the climax of the nightmare and you just "Nope" and wake yourself up?
I do that all the time when shit goes bad irl and it doesnt work
damn it anon, look what you did. god i miss my dog
no, no, no, it was when Homer's mother comes back to see him after she abandoned him as a kid. When she has to go on the run again, Homer see's her off and then just sits on his car and looks at the stars.
I have pretty much zero social skills and I feel as if I'll never get anywhere in live because of it. How come everyone else gets to make friends. and talk to girls. and tell jokes, and tell stories, and just be great company? Why can't I?
Talk to more people. The more you do it, the easier it gets. You drop a little less spaghetti each time.
But I have no idea what to say. Whenever I get near someone I don't really know my mind goes blank. I don't know what people want to talk about, it seems everyone already has their friends and know what they want to talk about and I'm just not in on that.
This will be my first hello, and my last goodbye, fellow anons. I've been here since early 2013, always lurking, never talking, visiting the feels threads nearly every night.
Life... it's taken a turn for the worse. Insane debt, a few months of unpaid rent. Water's been cut off, and electricity probably will be too soon. I have nobody to turn to for help. Nowhere to go. So, after I've posted a few feels pictures, I'm going to find a nice field to sit in, and I'm going to cut myself up until either I die, or... well, until I die.
Well its contextual pal, i mean, you talk about whats going on at that moment. All i'm saying is, take those first few steps by talking to strangers. You might look like a fool the first few times, but it gets easier.
The problem is, people with bad social skills tend to just lock themselves away and that makes it much worse.
This describes my life perfectly. I don't feel so alone anymore.
If you really, really don't have any other way to go, anon, don't go slowly.
Go out with a giant fucking bang.
Look at what that anon posted earlier about suicide and not caring
does someone has the one with the japanese anon who overworked himself and wanted to commit suicide?
It also included something with a german co worker who noticed his problems
Please...someone gotta have it....i need some hope right now
been there m8, forced myself to learn about football and sports in general so now I have some common theme to talk about with people... It works, at least with guys at work... I still spill my spaghetti though
Life is what you make it. You can choose to enjoy the good parts and ignore the bad parts. Some people refuse to agknowledge that Ignorance or not giving a shit is actually a skill. When something happens your innate response is to 'feel' something that relates to what happens. When someone cuts in front of you at McDonald's; "What the fuck bro?" or you can just acknowledge this guy is a dick, maybe wasn't thinking and know this situation has absolutely nothing to do with you unless you involve yourself. The term think before you do/speak is misunderstood. Truthfully, before the given sitaution, think how you can make this benefit you. You are on your path and other people are on their's, if they want to affiliate themselves with you, they are coming with you because of a common goal. Refuse to acknowledge anyone who strays you from your path of becoming a better you. All relationships are mutual. Analyse everything and be cynical, it's not necessarily a bad thing.
Thank you so much, actually brought me to tears heh.
I've run out of good feels images, so this will probably be my last one. Goodbye, I love you all.
the loneliest feel is not getting a reply on your post
here you go...wonder what these two are doing today.
Some Anon said it was posted at the end of 2015 so it isnt that long ago.
If you're still here, don't go.
Stay with us a little longer.
Play one more game of Fap Or Sleep?
Call another person a nigger.
Start another Shillary thread on /pol/
I love you, anon
This always fucking triggers me so hard.
So goddamn stupid.
Written by a 17 year old edgelord, who clearly never even met anyone even lightly depressed but thinks he's enlightend and understands the whole world
Look mate where ever you go just know that anon cared.. we gave an anonymous love, one without consequence or regret, all for you.. we gain nothing from it but we do it anyway because.. Well because we care anon. We care.
i know I shouldn't, but, anyone has the greentext where some guy said he meet his gf in a party, while he sauce in his face etc etc, and they danced to Radiohead's No Surprises in the middle of the night, and she had an accident? I REALLY need it, thanks.
I love this girl, but I've cut contact with her twice now, because everything about her when I'm talking with her, or just chilling with her, screams that she doesn't want to be there, doesn't want to talk with me. Twice now she's said that's not true, but I think actions speak louder than words. Should I even try talking to her again? She won't change, and it'll still be the same half-assed conversations.
this exact scenario happened to me this morning
i was dreaming of a girl
i've loved this girl for a few years but never talk. i am content with never talking to her and have accepted the fact (beta i know).
dream we talk, alone, two or three times in this one day.. it was such a detailed dream that even the conversation had little awkward moments like they would in real life but overall, went really well...
in this dream she liked me as much as i liked her
when i woke up she didn't..
i lay in bed for an hour staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazily and listening to the early morning rain..
and have never been closer to killing myself
This made me think.
You know when an anon comes in here and says they're going, everyone shows all their support, begging them not to go?
I figured out why we do that.
Despite being such a generally toxic community, spitting and pissing on everything that comes within reach, we reach our hands out to each other when we're at our lowest.
We do it because we've been there too. Everyone here has thought about it, wanted it to do it, maybe even tried. And everyone one of us wanted someone to talk to them. To tell them not to do it, that they were loved, that there were other options. We do it because we know how it feels to have no one, and we don't want others to feel it.
God bless your souls, anons.
we always mask our feelings everywhere else, but feel threads are our little safe heavens you know?
its like our little shrine where we can always come whenever we need someone to listen or just weep with us.
The thread is going to go soon.
But remember this, anon.
I'll always be here, always with a shoulder to cry on and an open ear for hearing all your problems.
You are loved anon, even if it doesn't feel like it.
I hope our paths meet again at some time, probably in another feel thread, just remember, there is atleast one person that worries about you, that loves you, i wish you the best of luck.
I love you /b
Don't lie to him, no one loves hims. NO ONE LOVES YOU, THAT'S WHY YOU'RE KILLING YOURSELF. Sociology defines suicide not as a biological process of an individual losing its life, sociology defines suicide as "severing social relationships." BECAUSE no one loves you, you are severing your relationships with those people around you when you commit suicide.
>Was a huge 240 lbs fat ass before
>Girl I liked rejected me for that, and kept talking to me to get close to my basketball player friend
>Always joke around that shit with our friends over beer, about how he betrayed me.
>I pretend its nothing, I grew so fucking insecure about that.
>Decide to get shit done.
>Did not eat, went to the gym 7 days.
>Forced myself to a healthy life style. lost 81 lbs in three months.
>Fit, a bit lean now. Trying to build up muscle
>Girl still doesn't like me.
>Varsity friend asks me to chill
>okay. Go to his house, but lights up a cig first.
>Went in his house
>We ended up talking and shit and watching basketball.
>He ended up getting smashed
> Tell me about how he'll never ever look at the chick twice because he loves me like a brother and will never betray my trust
I have never, in all my years of lurking here and in life, seen such a display of love. Albeit an anonymous one it is pure nonetheless. So I'm going to go slam some sleeping pills and vodka then pass out now because honestly I know that it's not going to get better tonight. Love you anon.
Its amazing how one of the most feared corner of this side of the internet, one being known for its incredibly dark past can still show signs of a dim light among the hate we spread everyday, i like this thread, this thread is a good thread, keep it up /b/ros.
>Few weeks later, I'm learning manual trans and this girl calls me
>Decide not to answer to be a fag
>4 miss call. Then call her back.
>"Hey anon! This is Apple. Your friend asked me to call you since he wants to-"
>"Put him on the phone please."
>This guy acts like nothing's fucking happening and that it's totally normal.
>He's probably fucking with me now.
>Park the car, he ended up telling me discreetly about a chick he wanted to fuck
>Right besides the woman I love.
>Angry, depressed. But kept it under a stoic facade.
>"Kay, love you faggot. Take care."
>Few weeks later.
>Didn't get invited to this girl's 18th birthday
>Probably because I stopped smiling everytime
>My best friend teases me and this basketball friend about it. Do not care still.
>Until I found out that he fingered her after class.
>He told our friends.
>Did not fucking relent.
>Went near his house and start smoking.
>Finds he and smiles. "Hey anon, you wanna go out and-"
>Punch the shit out of him. kick his groin.
>Feel alpha as fuck
>He started to cry. Feel even more Alpha.
>Insult the shit out of him because I'm fucking alpha cause after all those months of dieting and shit, I had the means to beat the shit out of him.
>Then all that disappeared.
>The woman I love went ot him, crying, and asked him who did this.
>It didn't matter that I was physically, intellectually or even physically superior.
>She loved him.
>And that made me the biggest beta, ever.
No. This is one of the worst threads on /b/. We have lost a lot of /b/rothers in these threads, and I'm sure I'll be here when more leave. Anon, these threads can be darker than the worst rekt thread, because people come here to die.
I FEELS I WANT SOME SPURDO SPARDE GAME
SOMETHING LIKE SPURDO JUMP
Nah man. Thursday night I was here. One of our /b/ros came out to his family and got disowned. We spent an hour talking to him, then he told us he had the train schedule. I dont want any more of you fags to leave me, but just know I'll be here if its time.