Why do you faggots always have to bum me out in the middle of the damn night when I have nothing to do? Fuck off.
Sheeeit its always the dad stories..
Cats and dogs and best friends naw but a dad story gets me every fucking time..
I have a few more Dad stories, let's see...
All the ones with dogs fucking wreck me. I don't know why I come in these threads, I just cry like a bitch and remember the times with my dogs that I lost less than a year ago. Dogs are just the best animals so loyal and sweet even if you aren't a awesome person. Dogs don't care how popular or smart you are or if you are fat or not they just love unconditionally. Bruce and Charlie, I fucking love you guys I wish I played with you more than I did and walked you longer instead of bitching cause it took me away from games. I feel so guilty and sick with you gone. You were good dogs and I will never forget.
took this one with my dad at a wedding c:
That's actually a thing, it's about severity of value. Like if you're happy about something you shouldn't be happy about, and you're telling a person who's rightfully happy about something, a step further if what makes you happy makes the other person unhappy, when you know yourself you shouldn't be happy about it.
so i have this recurring dream
been having it for 4 or 5 years now
>be at funeral
>viewing from 3rd person
>it's empty, the only person there is a priest
>he takes a look at the tombstone
>shakes his head and leaves
this is when i realize it's my funeral
and there's nobody there
i'm so fucking scared of dying alone
and i found someone who made them stop
but then she left me
i hate waking up every night with nobody
what do, /b/?
If someone were to take away all my beloved shit (I.E kill my fam 'n shit), their lives would become a living fucking nightmare
One photo is up. Only one photo has ever been up. My daughter.
She just had a birthday, and i have not one, but two boxes of clothing in her approximate size ready to mail.
I don't know where the ex took her. I am also assuming she's still alive.
In another place, in another time, I exactly know those feels.
>work so hard to be so sad
Best be joking nigger. I know this pic isn't meant for me, but damn does it feel good to have righteous indignity in my chest. I can still feel that!
Should I go or do you guys want me to dump a few more pictures?
Either you're actually emotionally dead, or you don't realize the kid waited all night for his friends to show up to his birthday part — but no one did.
In either case, I sympathize.
I know exactly. I was just a kid when my dog died. I never spent enough time with him, always bitched when I had to go out with him (because fucking video games). I only realized what I'd lost after I'd lost him. I'll meet you on the other side, Caesar.
I have a Mercury Mountaineer. It's a normal SUV, pretty standard. Lots of trunk space, shitty gas mileage, the usual. I've had it for 9 years, since my freshman year in high school. At this point the SUV is beyond repair. It's sitting in my driveway because the starter is fried. The belts don't work, the locks are broken, the gas cap doesn't seal properly.
It sits in my driveway and every time I think about moving it all I can do is cry. I have a new car and it works fine. I take the car to work. But every day I come home and put a hand on my SUV. My freshman year in high school I met a girl named Amy. We dated for 5 years. We were going to get engaged. She loved my SUV because the seat is so high above the road.
And now she's gone. She was hit by a drunk driver at 10 in the morning while walking her dogs. In the hospital I held her hand while she died. One of the last things she said to me was "I always felt like myself in your car. That's where we had our first kiss you know." And now I can't get rid of it. It's such an eyesore and I can't get rid of it. Every time I walk outside I see her sitting in the front seat, smiling at me. I don't know if I can walk outside without that.
> I got yoy when I was 5
> You were the only dog left, the runt
> Already named "rory"
> You grew older and my sister dog attacked you
> You couldnt stand other dogs after that you were just a puppy
> You were locked out of the house for houes while I was gone
> I came home and you werent allowed in anymore
> I would go putside and sit with yoy for hours
> I pretended you were human and that I owned a store with you
> You bit my "friend" when hw beat you with a stick
> Everyone hated you everyone ingored me
> I went on vacation to minnesota
> Mom died in my arms while we were there
> I came home and just wanted to be with you
> In middle school you were there when I wanted to kill myself
> 8th grade you got sick
> First you couldnt eat, then you couldnt move
> The vet came and we went out where yoy used to like to sit
> Under the tree she put a needle in your arm
> I watched your blood mix with the purple liquid
> I sat there and told yoy it was alright
> That id always be there for you
> I spent the night digging your grave
> I wanted you to stay
> everyone claimed to miss you and said you were great
> They were liying and they never even paid attwntion to us
> you were my best damn friend and your gone forever now. I still cant say goodbye.
fuck you that hits deep
a year ago i asked for a break between me and my first real girlfriend cause she was always coming to me with problems what i didn't know is i was the reason her friends left her and she was all alone i abandoned her in her time of need after being a horny asshole while she was still a virgin and i was her first relation ship i pressured her and asked for time alone she was all alone and when i came back she wouldn't want me anymore i never fucked up so hard and today im sending her the message" i don't want to be just friends id rather forget about you it hurts too much" those pictures are my life right now. i really fucked it up and now that im trying to get closure i stumble across this feels bad all i want is to move on
Hey guys, to all of you feeling alone in the world right now...
If you need someone to talk to right now, I am willing to talk/listen and help out. No judging, just an ear and advice. It's hard being stuck in a rut, feeling like there's no where to go, and sometimes not even wanting help. Just, don't ever feel alone, because even though I'm just another faceless person behind a computer screen, I'm here to help.
This kind of reminds me of a lesser version of this that happened to me
>I messing around on ps3
>End up adding someone to my friends list
>We play together a little bit once and a while
>One days he gets a mic so I join him
>We are playing bf3 and one of his friends join
>Were having fun so I add his friend
>Then on a daily basis we all lay bf3 for a couple hours everyday
>fast forward a year and we still play together
>Then all of the sudden gta V someone's out
>I'm poor and didn't get it
>They both play it now and I haven't talk to them since
>Sees a dog injured
>Chooses to film it rather than taking it to a vet
It's shit like this why i fucking hate china
>moving because mom didn't want me
>comes to dad
>dad don't gives a fuck about me
>be a creepy kid
>knows too much
>can't comprehend the 'dumbness' of others
>be angry when have to walk with dog
>leave house, joining millitary
>still can't comprehend with others meanings
>gets own flat
>one night I hear a howl in front of my door
>dog sits in front of it
>she walked about 60 miles without even knowing where i lived
> eager to leave and lends me to my car
>drive with her back home to my parents
>no fucking sign of life
>find note on the door
>step into the house
>no music like always when i was there
>dad compuer running
>open word document
>"Son, I'll love you"
>dated three days back
>no dad around
>look at notice
>EMT had left it
>drive to hospital
>dad on life support
>he sees me, weakly smieles and dies
I would definitely take the time out of my life and go. I know I'm going to sound like a major faggot, and I've never really admitted this, but I have a soft-spot for senior citizens and elderly people because my grandparents raised me as a kid. Mum left me and dad's always at work.
>I had a dog when I was younger.
>His name was Scruffy and he was my best friend.
>I grew up with him always following me around making sure I was safe.
>He'd sleep outside my crib every night and he'd eat the crumbs I left on the carpet.
>I used to piss him off by pumping his tail up and down like it was a lever. But he never stayed mad for long.
>One day I got out of the house and crawled for a long time. He was with me the entire way, making sure I was safe. He bit the person that found me because they tried to pick me up.
>He was always there for me, protecting me.
>I grow up, I go to school. He gets older, too. He goes grey and becomes a miserable old man
>I still love him and sit with him every day
>Until one day, I'm 12 years old and about to go to sleep for school the next day.
>He comes into my room which he hasn't done in years and he tries to lie down with me. I tell him to get out.
>The look of utter sadness and rejection that went into his eyes as he looked at me I'll never forget. He knew it was his last day with me.
>Next afternoon my mum is late picking me up from school. She eventually comes and gets me. We sit in the car in silence and she tells me
>I burst into tears.
His last night alive he tried one last time to sleep next to me. And I told him to get out. My last fucking words to Scruffy and I never got to tell him how much he meant to me. He's the only thing I can still cry about. I fucking miss him so much.
Bystander effect I guess.
If this was a dark alley, the dog would've been helped, but since there are more people around, everybody expects someone else to help.
>Be me, 16, at a small festival
>Go to the camping
>There's a big bonfire
>Bunch of people trying to topple a steel-and-wood cart onto the fire
>I, drunk, decide to help
>They back away from the cart
>I'm stuck under the cart which now is on fire, the fire creeping to my legs
>Everybody just stares
>I sober up
>I actually had to point to someone and tell him to help me
>He helps me out, and I did not die in a fire
Sometimes I think about ending it. Getting in my car, and throwing it into a pole.
I only have 2 reasons why I don't: I love my car, and I'm to big of a pussy to actually do it.
And my life really isnt even that bad.
I just haven't been happy in years.
Alcohol doesn't work anymore.
Weed makes me feel insane...
I'm out of ideas...
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and yourself, and the person who finds your body, and your fellow anons, and so on...
try to help other people !
we find our true potential in helping others
I know it sounds cheesy but it actually works
maybe because its the hard way ?
im to lazy even for video games
its my fault
i tried to change some times but end up browsing 4chan
I disagree heavenly, faggot
I think we want to be here
Of course, its your decision to chicken out of it on your own
But then you have to pay the prize, that is hurting somebody
Its like murder ergo trated as such in our system of law
Haha, it might
I don't know.
They all continued on with life
They all got jobs, I got fired from mine
They went to college, I got my license suspended
They all got into serious relationships: I drink myself to sleep almost every night.
Everyone has just left.
Sometimes they will message me, either to ask for a favor or a simple "Its been so long, hows it going?" and I know they really don't give a shit. So I just say "Its going fine." and then they don't reply for 3 days...
I don't know what happened. I have 2 friends. I lives in the UK, the other one is to busy with his girlfriend to do anything with me.
Fucking retard, if we all wanted to be here there wouldn't be suicide. I don't remember asking to be born, I don't have a problem with it, but if you want to end it "do it faggot", it's just a question of your misery against theirs, so make up your own mind. Also, what fucking consequences will there be, your fucking dead.
>one is to busy with his girlfriend to do anything with me.
tfw my younger brother is too busy with his gf to go out and be some company to me on the town at weekend, we could look at the shops, buy some clothes catch some lunch and have some fun
I remember I used to read bawww threads all the time. they helped me out in a hard time. Now I have a fiance and steady job. I know your feels /b/ros. I won't say it definitely gets better because that's bullshit, but I will say it can.
For me it started with realizing that the girl who put me through all the pain in the first place wasn't worth it. No girl is ever worth your happiness. Then I met my fiance. Unfortunately I can't give advice about meeting girls because meeting my fiancee was by complete chance, i was lying down on the street with a nosebleed and she stopped to check if I was ok... I got very lucky. I just hope you guys can be as happy as I am one day.
Pic related. It used to kill me. Still does but not as bad.
>Recently break up with my girlfriend due to no magic bullshit and I wasnt content with not talking everyday because Im a faggot.
>Couple days, maybe a week after break up, she has a new boyfriend
>She told me she loved me. She even told me that she still loved me.
>Fast forward to day after she told me, she broke up with the boyfriend from the day before
>Guess what tho....she's back with her verbally abusive ex boyfriend..
>Great. Oh and she says she loves him too.
>Couple days after that he broke up with her because he didnt feel like he loved her (For months he was saying he needed her and loved her and he even cut over her so bad he went to the hospital..)
>THEY GET BACK TOGETHER THE SAME DAY.
>She ends it the same day.
>She's been telling me everything and guess what she says after I hear she broke up with him
>She loves this other guy named Donald or some shit.
>All the while I'm over here feeling like I fucked up from the first time she said she had a new bf.
>Feel pangs of guilt and pain or whatever
>Realize that I never meant anything to her or atleast I dont any more.
>pic realted, this entire ordeal i a gif
It is not the right place to give hints but I have found a great trick for me. Get yourself a club. I've started archery and found this way friends. Move on. Get yourself new friends. ... and please stop drinking.
I don't know how to get you friends. I have lots of acquaintances and get invited to a lot, but that's fragile and nimble. They won't miss me, and will drop me if I ever fuck up my reputation
I'm not much of a club guy. I'm hoping to learn how to drift, and maybe make some friends doing that. I'm not good at it, but when I can manage to kick me wheels out.... it feels pretty good..
And I'm trying. I know its awful for me. It just... numbs me... But it takes at least a half bottle of vodka to do it....
This faggot even puts "easy" in quotation marks, nothing about any of this shot is easy. Imagine you're being forced playing a video game, and this game sucks, it berates and belittles you and the only reason you continue playing is because someone else wants you too, eventually you realize that you're done with this game, so you quit. Is that cowardis, or just stopping something that should have never started.
try not to think of "yourself" too much
you did a great thing today by talking to me and expanding my mind for example
4chan isnt a bad way to start but you have to move on from there
what went wrong when you tried to change earlier ?
hey look everyone, edgy faggots.
i its easy compared to dealing with society, carreer, family...
you are hurt and put your ego above everything else, it doesnt work that way somebody has to make that video game of yours, that would be your ancestors...
you wanna blame them ? for making love and trying to survive ?? accidently you pop out and now everythings about you???
way to go egomaniac...
your not an island anon
im not a native english speaker but i guess you figger it out
I am thinking that it will be the dog that walks her, besides fat people stay lazy and addicted to food. No matter how much weight they lose they'll gain it all again in no time
I'm sitting here at work. Alone. My eyes are getting wet but I can still manage not to cry.
My life is complicated. I'm sourrounded by actual hard pressure in private and business life but I can manage to survive.
I need a release. A ventile. Even if I can not cry ... I think it helps.
I myself have recently started feeling like this, I didn't bother to really try and stay away from others because it seemed my absence annoyed them but now? The only thing I can think about is just staying away from others. It's not because I hate them or what they do but just because I hate myself more than anything else. I had a group of friends from a few of the boards here and I left them all about 3 days ago, they all keep messaging me asking me to come back because they miss me but how can they really? I never thought I was interesting or had the ability to comfort other people. I just don't care anymore, I can only hope I end up dead soon and everyone I know just forgets about me. The loneliness and sadness aren't crushing anymore either, they're just there.
>last year of highschool
>have a best friend who lives 2 streets away
>literally do everything with this guy, so many good memories
>he's stubborn and self-centred as fuck at times
>after 4 years of a strong friendship, friend starts becoming even harder to deal with. He's always acting like he's above me
>try to ignore some of the shit he does but it's really pissing me off at this point
>I start complaining about him to people for an outlet
>Word gets back to him
>Dude doesn't get angry
>No fight, no argument
>Stops talking to me completely
>Won't make eye contact with me
>I never wanted this to happen
>mfw I realise I haven't invested time with anybody else besides this one person
>mfw I now have no friends relatively close to me
>mfw I'm forced to drift between people who don't give a shit about me
>mfw he's unaffected by this
I have waves of these feelings coming, spiced with paranoid thoughts like I think the others conspirate to do me harm. So I get this urge to clear my phone book, break up contacts with everyone and be free of them in a sense. It comes every 2 weeks really intense but I can manage it somewhat till this day. It seems you are at a further stage of depression.
Man up pussys life is just wave of wave of sadness If you don't dive threw each wave you will get washed out to sea.