New feels thread, fucking mods deleted the last one
finished this one after last thread 404'd
powerful feels man
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends.
>>611526723He said yes.
We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said.
>>611526948As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.
He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.
"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly." There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift.
I've posted several times, but this one is the all-time best feels greentext.
1/10 thought of keking out of sympathy but decided otherwise
i feel like these threads are full of the same faggots who didnt get loved enough by their parents. boo fucking hoo.
Because being lonely isn't were there's a lack of people around you, its that feeling of no one understanding you
Why did you have to hug me so passionately? Why did you have to tell me you missed me? Simultaneously you built me up and destroyed me.. It made my fucking day, but I can already tell that its going to ruin my week. it hurts because I'm starting to have feelings for you that you will never have for me.. Don't get me wrong, I am so glad you did. You just don't know how much it meant to me.
You missed me? Fuck, now I love you
I know it's a cliche as fuck thing to say, but I really do think that /b/ embodies the phrase "give a man a mask he will show you his true form".
There are edgelords and misanthropes and other twats out there, but deep down many of us just want someone to put a comforting hand on our shoulder and say "don't worry anon, it's going to be ok".
That's what draws me to these threads. I have my own problems but seeing from the highlight reel that is everyone else's life I feel like I'm the only one in the world. Feels threads remind me that no matter how low I get, there will always be someone on the same level.
Then maybe we can help each other climb out.
You know what pisses me off so much about these threads? Is that all you other motherfuckers have these experiences. I do not have a story about meeting some perfect 7/10 girl at uni. I do not have a tale about how my love was taken from me by death while I was earning 110k a year.
I don't even have a fucking job. To be fair if I did have a job I would use to money to buy a gun and make a hollow point bullet and shoot myself.
Just to wake up everyday is a massive disappointment. 28, male unemployed and Aussie. Yeh what a fucking dream.
Get your shit together dude, you can always find a job. I'm still a student and I got multiple opportunity for a summer job. They are all shitty but I need the money. Get up and search a fucking job, I'm not talking about anything cool, just get a minimum wage job to get started and then you can try and get something better, by getting back to studying if needed.
Toothy Tim is sad that he isn't a great meme.
Please help Toothy Tim, He just wants to be cool.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
read at your own risk.
done dumping for a while
I can care for anyone, I can empathize and sympathies all day long, and I have, but I never truly 'understand' them. Even that in itself gives me a sense of loneliness. Maybe you're just far away from what you think is the 'normal' reality.
My own little story, about how I cant move on and about my ex, spended 3 years of my life with her.
I will never forget, the moment you cried on my shoulder, as i lied to you, everything will be alright.
I dont know where you are right now, but i hope you have a better life with someone you deserve.
I wonder if you ever think about me, as you lay in his arms, wondering, if I think about you, as we were cuddling the first time.
Remember, that one thing you told me?
"In your arms, I feel free from danger, when I am with you, nothing can touch me"
And after all, I was the one who destroyed you in anyway possible.
I dont know if it is love, but after those years of One-Night stands, cheating and living my own life as an adult, the only memories that are worth a thing to me are these about you.
There are no tears left to cry. You are gone and I must live my life on my own. I must start to free myself from you. But deep inside of me, there is something still resisting. Something believing, that someday, somehow, everything will just be alright with us. Even tho, we will never met again till then. Even tho, you will never know I feel this way. Even tho, the pain is unbearable. I will wait.
Nothing left to say.
I miss you.
What's an online relationship?
My gf kissed another guy. I don't know but I felt it coming, I knew it even though I had no clue (I guess I had after all).
When she told me, I don't know why I wasn't pissed, just a little bit disappointed cause I hoped it was not true.
So as I felt nothing or almost nothing, I faked anger and sadness in front of her. I acted like I was surprised and mad. But the truth is, in my head, I was saying to myself: "just keep it going she deserves it, just keep acting so she won't do it again"
>so she won't do it again
It was like I forgave her instantly.
Why is that? I dunno.
I don't have anything worthwhile to say, because it's been said a million times before me.
But I will say this. Men have it harder than any woman ever will. Men aren't allowed a shoulder to cry on.
I've done that. If you can go on and feel like things are the same then do it, but you may well end up becoming overwhelmingly paranoid, jealous and possessive because of it. If that happens you'll have to break up with her.
Well, I don't think it's harder for any sex (or gender or whatever)
But I do think than men accept things are hard and women complain about it and think that everything is easy for men.
Sure we do not have the same problems but you can't say life is easier for a man.
i think i know what you're trying to say, my gf has always been faithful to me as far as i know, but i'm a fat useless manlet, i'm basically waiting for the day she'll fuck with a slim tall alpha guy to pretend to yell at her because i'm "mad" about it, when really she deserves better than me
I lost the love of my life in a very similar way a few years ago... I've never been able to completely recover from it. Our dog is the only thing keeping me alive. I spend all my time working hard to give my money to random homeless people in my town. I have no need for it.
It's all the opposite actually. It's been 7 months now since the incident and I feel like I couldn't care less. Care less about the kiss but also about other guys around her.
Before, our thing was perfect. Fucking perfect: no lies, no worries, no argue, nothing.
Then it happened, she spoiled it all. And I feel like, it won't even bother me much if she does it again cause it's already an imperfection.
I still love her though, I want her to be mine and shit but it's like I don't care about it anymore.
Thanks for your kind words Anon though
Basically, about 2 years ago, my best friend Conor and I had a huge fucking argument. My real dad like the piece of shit he is lied to me about having cancer. But of course, I believed him. Conor said he'd always be there for me, and it annoyed me how he was trying to be there for me. Idek why. The last thing I said to him was that I never wanted to see him again.
Almost exactly a year ago, Conor died. I haven't forgive myself since, and want to die. Just found out I may have a brain tumour. Don't waste your life anons. It's so fucking precious.
Don't worry Conor, we'll be together soon mate.
That's how I feel. I can't fake the sadness because it's real, but I forgave her instantly too.
I don't know why.
The online relationship thing isn't as bad as it could be, she doesn't know this person in real life.
But she would tell him that she loved him and described how she'd caress him and kiss and all sorts of things, when she was sitting right next to me.
She'll be home in an hour. She thinks I forgive her, which I kind of do, but never really fully will... I'm just really really sad right now.
What's a reasonable amount of sex with a girlfriend, once a week?
I've been dating this chick for several months and she's shut down my last few advances. It shouldn't bother me, but its apparently a big deal, and its changing my attitude towards her greatly towards being passive aggressive. Even if I masturbate before seeing her, I still get the instinct to fuck her at least several times a week.
Didn't know what other thread to post in.
This. Fucking THIS.
Whenever I hear some eighteen year old complain about their problems I always find myself thinking, "You have it easy. Wait until it REALLY kicks off." I've also heard people in their 40's say that about us in our 30's. What does that tell you about life?
Honestly dude / lady dude, don't waste your life.
I've been suicidal for the past year, and now more than anything, I just want to live. I want to see Conor again, but I also just wanna settle down, get married, have kids, and just live.
70% chance I won't be able to do that.
Anon, no matter what, I believe in you.
If she's shutting you down, that's the first sign something is wrong.
Be careful, try to talk to her if she's reasonable. Take note of the signs when you talk to her, if she talks in circles, brings up irrelevant things, or just tries to pull your heartstrings, she is going to hurt you.
You have to figure that out between you two, communication really is key.
When I was with my ex we used to have sex everyday, it turned into a routine and made sex kinda boring in retrospective.
Suffering is not a contest. That is something you people should have learned by now.
> be me 20 no college but a HD diploma so I take a job at a gas station that will remain nameless in PA, their false for starting at 12 an hour.
> Time goes by a year passes and girl comes to work there
> She makes my jaw drop, her hair is flame red and her eyes sky blue, a slim frame and a face I think angels would have
> After a few months of shy flirting we begin to hook up
> My life was never better
>Get a call from the folks, my father isn't doing well, he was a high power attorney that believed in a sink or swim approach for his kids (my sisters are both doctors)
> I spend some time with my dad, even get to introduce him to my angel.
> He doesn't like her because she's low class compared to what he was
>About a month later I get another call from him, it's his death bed.
> He'll only leave me my share of the inheritance, which is in the millions If I leave my "white trash whore"
> I can't go over how much I loved her, but being an uneducated schmuck the money was so tempting.
This still hurts ten years later, I left her crying in our shit tier front yard to get money. I'm in my 30s and a millionaire and every single night I wish I had listened to my heart and stayed.
Maybe not a feel thread worthy thing, but I abandoned my only true love for money, and now that I have , money and nothing to do with my time I've realized money can buy a lot but there's not enough money in the world to stop the dreams of her and what should have been.
Got my girlfriend pregnant by ejaculating on her vulva--no intercourse whatsoever.
Now I will have to drop out of university and her life is also equally fucked.
If it's really getting worse I will definately not make it.
I've kept telling myself it'll get better soon over the last few weeks but if it won't I will not even live to see if life gets worse at 30
Well I'm kinda glad you say this. I'm not the only one after all.
I think you should tell her, everything you just wrote. It didn't get physical but to me it's cheating.
>Tfw my cats died not too long ago.
>The first, Louise, was hit by a car and left to die in the cold on the 23rd of December.
>Not a merry christmas.
>The next one Tiger, died the day after my birthday from old age on the 24th of february.
>Tiger always used to scratch on my door so he could sleep on my bed of a nightime.
>He used to do it every night.
>Eventually I got sick of cleaning cat hairs off my bed so I started ignoring him.
>Then he used to sleep in the kitchen next to the dryer because it was warm.
>They're both buried next to eachother in the back yard.
>Christmas and my birthday will always be a bad reminder from now on.
[spoiler]Never felt more alone than the day I lost my best friend.[/spoiler]
Fuck your bawwing.
Either take life by the throat and throatrape it, or stop whining.
Grew up in a home with alcoholic parents, they fought a lot and often became physical. I was sexually abused by my step brother at an early age.
That pretty much summarizes my life up until about 7 years ago
I tell everyone I like being alone but the truth is that I don't have much of a choice. Sometimes I go out to a bar and momentarily enjoy the surface interactions but the only people who are a constant in my life are the guys I work with. And if I told them they would laugh.
The thing is, most people with "depression" really have no right to feel that way. Too many fucking whiners and pussies that nullify the importance of the condition, especially when it's affecting people who DO have a legit reason to be depressed.
>Bawww I'm 17 and my parents don't hug me enough and kids at school are mean and I feel lost and alone!
>I am a veteran and watched 3 of my best friends get torn to shreds by an IED and I spent 2 years of my life living in absolute terror of dying horribly and now that I'm back home all I want is some basic job to pay the bills and feel some self-worth but no one will even hire me because "lol army useless" so yeah I feel depressed
BUT THEY'RE TOTALLY THE SAME RIGHT GUISE.
Basically, unless you're homeless, you've been to war and back, your entire family died, or you've been violently raped and beaten, you have no right to be "depressed". Shut the fuck up and do something with your life.
It's not about bawwing. It's about letting the mask slip for a lil while. We spend our lives pretending everything is ok and will be ok, but it won't be.
These threads are our rare chance to be ourselves with people who understand. It's not ok and never will be.
>I have actually managed to convince myself
That shouldn't be hard, most people are selfish and don't give a shit about others. Your "past" is probably some boring diatribe about an ex-gf that made you feel sad or some emo bs.
>Basically, unless you're homeless, you've been to war and back, your entire family died, or you've been violently raped and beaten, you have no right to be "depressed". Shut the fuck up and do something with your life.
You're wrong. Just wrong. Depression is an illness and there's no 'right' way to start suffering from it. It's like saying there are right and wrong cancers.
of all days this could've happened to me
>be me 17 in anatomy
>not total loner, but im always talking so i dont seem like the depressed sad kid.
>dissecting sheep eyes today
>2 of my friends are there making us a group of 3
>get into partners im left alone
>teacher says a girl on the other side of the room needs one
>she's a big doctor who fan along with her friends
>utter look of disgust on her face
>teacher even notices and comments about how sad she looked to be my partner.
>the three girls next to me get split up so it's a group of two and im with the other.
> doctor who fan is relieved to be with someone else
>spend the rest of class filling notes in silence while my 'partner' does the work.
>later that day in P.E.
>playing gatorball (mix between soccer and ultimate frisbee but with a soccer ball)
>not all that athletic but still try to participate
>want to try to be goalie but so bad kids don't let me
>try laughing it off
>spend rest of the class walking around the field wishing i wasnt me
No, they just don't want to clean up the mess you selfish prick.
Although I do agree with you somewhat I don't think you understand that depression is an illness where something is wrong in the brain. Of course some people have a reason to be depressed but you don't necessarily need one.
I dont know if someone is in my same position
For to many years i have been living like a fucking husk, no giving a fuck about anything or anyone, not personal desires...nothing.
One day i meet this girl, she maybe a 6.5/10 a little chubby, but a really cute face, the more time i spend with her i started remembering what was important, raised my grades, starting going extra activites for college, then i realized is was in love with her, the felling gone so long ago came back just to fucking punch me in the face.
Damn i love her so much, she's kind ,to this point she's a 15/10 for me, but she has a boyfriend, and i cant with this anymore, i want to forget, to dont care anymore, i cant fucking sleep, all i do is think about her, hoping she send some text to me or something, but ir never happens...it would never happen.
Im falling and i dont have anything to grab to.
lol here comes the self-appreciative circle-jerk from the emofags
ok boys, keep talking about how sad you are and how everyone should feel sorry for you and make exceptions because you're fucking WEAK and can't get your shit together
tell everyone at work how their lives are so much easier and better than yours, and how you're feeling "depressed" and need to go home early 3/5 days every week and they can pick up the slack and do all of your work
keep letting your family members down and further isolate yourself because you are literally too WEAK to say "fuck this shit, I'm going to fix my life"
That's all it takes. ALL IT TAKES. WILL POWER. Don't even fucking DARE compare it to cancer you goddamn troll piece of shit, the two are not at all the same.
>Tell me a funny story
>So she did.
>And he smiled.
>Tell me a sad story
>So he did.
>And she consumed his pain.
>Tell me a story
>And they laughed.
>Always finishing each other’s sentences.
>Tell me you love me
>And he did.
>And she fell into his arms.
>Tell me you’ll never leave me
>And she did.
>And he felt whole.
>Tell me… tell me I’m all you ever needed
>And so he heeded
>Telling her all,
>And she smiled one last time,
>amidst the glass and darkness
>on that dark road.
>Tell me… do you see me now?
>Where I can never reach you?
>And the ghost of her memory said so.
>And he smiled
>and he placed the flowers at her grave.
>And walked away – woefully empty.
>Missing her so.
Stop calling it an illness, no illness can be cured with conscious decision.
A person cannot simply decide to stop having cancer. They can't decide to stop having Parkinson's. They can't decide to stop having Crohn's Disease.
Calling depression an illness is insulting and belittles those who suffer from real mental illness, like bi-polar or schizophrenia. You can find a physiological indicator for ANY mood, of ANY type, in the human brain. There will inherently be a difference in chemical levels if someone is sad, the same as if they are happy. To simply state "A, therefore B" is a fucking fallacy, and it's why actual medical doctors are so reluctant to treat people with "depression". It's not a real disease, and doesn't deserve to be treated as such.
inb4 semantics about disease definitions and other whining faggot apologist bullshit
>because you are literally too WEAK to say "fuck this shit, I'm going to fix my life"
And here you demonstrate how little you understand depression. I guess you're lucky cos it proves you've never suffered from it.
the only friend I've had in years is bored with me now
I don't know why the fuck I bother with anyone
people don't want me around, I'd be better off dead
it's very obvious how immature you are, mentally. depression is not a competition and neither is pain, and neither me or anon would ever tell someone their lives were easier than there's. If you truly think all it takes is power, then that would be like trying to revive a day old corpse
>was abused by my mother's bf
>She sent me to live with dad
>dad and step mum kinda abused me
>can't remember that time in my life
>fast forward to this week
>see alcoholic grandmother
>she talks about what my dad and step mum did to me
>started remembering shit
>deal with it okayish
theres a hint od truth to this but problem is that when your mind turns on you.where's your willpower? when you just say "fuck it" it isn't followed by "imma gonna fix my life" it's followed by a gunshot.
>It's easier to be a victim than to take responsibility for your life
This is the crux of it all. We live in this world where it's better to be a victim than to be an individual, because if you're a victim you now belong. You have a group identity. You're a sufferer of "depression" and have a common bond with other weak-minded individuals who want to excuse their poor decision making. Some people are inherently stronger than others, that is a fact. That is why many people do not "suffer from depression", they merely feel blue or pissed off now and then. They are strong enough to overcome these emotions and work past them. But weak people are not. And being weak, they seek security with others. Hence the idea of a group identity.
In admitting their weakness, they have successfully transformed it into a tool for social manipulation, wherein the weak are now a forceful group of bullies who seek to "shame" anyone who doesn't perfectly align with their carefully defined projections of "health".
Everyone gets depressed, get over it. If you can't get over it, live like a shallow husk of a human being. Don't drag others down with your bullshit, fuck off and go die in a forest like they do in Japan or something.
You know /b/ros, what gets me every single time, is the fact that we're all going to die unknown. After 60 years, we will be wiped out from existence. That's what fucking gets me. And yet here we are typing away on some animu board. Fuck guys...
Not all depression comes from being a victim. Very few do. Most commonly mild depression is caused by loss and eventually you do move on from it.
In the extreme cases the cause is mental illness, disability or worse. And, well, good luck getting over a untreatable mental illness by taking responsibility.
>>It's easier to be a victim than to take responsibility for your life
Most people with problems don't want solutions (especially solutions involving effort on their part). They want sympathy.
Again, excusing your weakness. I felt horribly depressed for years and hated my life.
But I got past it. I made a CONSCIOUS DECISION to start eating right, exercising, stepped out of my introverted comfort zone, and got a job. It all gets easier from there.
But if you aren't willing to take that initial step to help yourself, you're weak. Weaker than the rest. As such, you deserve less as you contribute less. Until you accept that your life is your own, you will be a slave in your own silly mental prison.
So sick and tired of assholes whining about their problems, then ignoring every ounce of help you offer them. Then, after months or years of trying to help this person, you finally get sick of their constant disappointments and selfish behaviour, and stop hanging out with them.
Then it's all "why is everyone ignoring me?! why won't they listen?! I just want a friend!! BAWWW!!"
I have skin cancer and will probably be dead by the end of May. When I told my girlfriend, she left me. All my friends left when my skin scabbed over and bled uncontrollably. My family used to come and visit me in chemo.
They stopped coming so I stopped going. Now I hurt inside and outside - until I come here. You faglords make me laugh and make me feel at home.
thank you and fuck you.
I am glad you were able to find the door out of depression, but bare in mind, it is all extremely different for every person. No two people are the same. Some will try to find the way out and other's will not. Not because one was stronger and the other wasn't, but because one could still see some of the light, and the other could not. Some will find the way out, and will heal from the pain they went through. Other's will sadly learn, that there is no way out.
>If you disagree with the new progressive unscientific definitions of depression you just DON'T UNDERSTAND IT
There it is. It's always this. If someone calls bullshit, you just say "nah you're ignorant you don't understand it!"
People do understand, and a lot don't accept your garbage arguments and self-pity festivals. Shape up mister, and get your shit together.
>Calling depression an illness is insulting and belittles those who suffer from real mental illness
He calls bi-polar disorder an illness but apparently bi-polar depression is not. According to his logic.