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I'm struggling /b/. I'm an awful writer but this is a 100% true story >be me >be 17 >got caught selling weed a few times so parents sent me to boarding school >Went to this school >Fuck this place >I do every drug I possibly can >Anything to pass the time here >I find a girl >She feels the same >Mid year transfer just like me >We start hanging out >I really start to like her >We fuck every night >I start to love her >Me and her spend every second with eachother >Every second away from her is torture >She says she loves me >I tell her I love her back >We become inseparable >Every second, I need to be with her >We love everything as long as we are with each other >This goes on for two months >I realize that I can't live without her >She tells me she feels the same >I know I need her in my life >After 3 months of being in love, she calls me one night >She's in tears >"Don't forget about me anon" >Im confused as fuck >"What do you mean?" >"Don't forget about me" >She hangs up >I can't sleep, don't know whats happening >She gets caught smoking and gets send home >I text her and she says she's fine >For a week I talk to her every day on the phone >One day, she stops texting me or calling me >Literally lost all contact with her >Don't know what the fuck is going on
>I find her moms number and call her to find out what happened >Her mom knew me and she liked me >She's in tears >"Anon, im sorry but she's gone" >"WTF do you mean she's gone" >She had an abusive ex BF >He took her >She's gone >The love of my life is gone >I start flipping the fuck out >I ask her mom if she called the cops >The cops are looking for her >The cops find her two weeks later >She's alive at her ex BF's house >Raped and beaten half to death >Her parents are sending her to a troubled youth camp in utah >I go to tell my love bye >I go to her house to surprise her before she's gone >I get there, parents are waiting outside >She left last night >Three years they're sending her for 3 years >This fucking happened two months ago >Still haven't said bye
It's been 2 months and I don't know what to do. I mean I just turned 18 a few days ago and I'm finishing out my last year here. I can't live my life without her
>>613671398 >>613672071 That sucks, and you can't find out where, can't do anything but wait for her to finish the 3 years. I feel for you /b/ro, I really wish I could add something more, but I've got nothing.
>>613672555 Thanks /b/rother. The reason we post shitty stuff on these threads is to let people hear our problems. We don't do it for a solution, we do it so we can hear either rational, sympathetic responses or an asshole comment that puts our whiny ass problem into prospective.
>>613672555 That image. I need it all the time. I feel alone on a crowded street, no minds to connect with. It's only when I'm by myself do I feel like a person. You Anons are the only people I open up to.
>>613670790 Sounds like a fucked situation. >drop out of school >move to Utah >masterbate and ejaculate into empty 2 liter bottles of soda >amass 10 liters of your ejaculate >give them to her when you finally see her again >problem solved
>>613676243 Well, here we go >have tons of health issues growing up and as a baby >these carry over to teenage years and probably will never end >live in a cycle of physical pain and illness >add in family members, teachers and friends thinking i lie about these things >say I should just man up, yatta yatta >for reference, hypermobility, immune disorders, broken bones, a lot of shit >all this transfers over into mental issues >resulting in hallucinations, depression, anxiety >tfw they wonder what could possibly drive me to be like that >guess my lesson from all this is endure whatever life gives you
>23 >live at home >shit job >quit last week >don't know what to do >friends don't feel close anymore >lonely >rather live in a fantasy land in my head >want to travel the world have get some stories >never been out of my country >no qt3.14 >slowly becoming numb >I want to be cool, interesting and funny >hate how music is now >how sexual everything is >hate corperate ideology and fake management authority >people are faggots and parasites >want to sleep forever
>>613677255 A lot if the images people connect with most are threads of people posting their story, which would be original. Sure there's a lot of captioned pictures meant to invoke feels, but a lot of it comes from people talking about what troubles them. So yeah, there's a point in being original in these threads.
>>613677651 Life is a characteristic distinguishing physical entities having biological processes (such as signaling and self-sustaining processes) from those that do not, either because such functions have ceased (death), or because they lack such functions and are classified as inanimate.
>>613678265 What this anon said. You've probably never heard it from any of your family or people who should say it, but there's people out there proud of you for not taking the easy way out, and fighting back, and going on day to day. Keep it up /b/ro.
>>613668073 >Going to jail on the 7th. >Then rehab. > <200 in bank > will be 12g in debt just with rehab > 2g in court > more fees keep coming in mail > family moving, can't stay with them or leave state > cant get a job til after rehab-will be difficult with current charges > can't drive
the next page to this changed my view of superheroes for my whole life, and in so doing changed my view of villains. Who the fuck is a man dressed as a bat, wearing his underpants on the outside, to tell anyone he can help them find their sanity?
I remember the first time I met you. Just another drunk Saturday night at Nick’s apartment. I didn’t pay much attention to you that night because I thought, well, there’s another girl out of my league. Another friend of a friend I’d probably see once or twice again, befriend on facebook, and never really give a shit about. How wrong was I, haha. We kept making awkward eye contact for a while, so I came up to you all confident, trying to think of some smart bullshit to say. Nick has always had a thing for ridiculously smart girls. I remember walking up to you and Lauren, saying hey, and the two of you bursting out laughing immediately.
>>613679627 “What?” Still laughing, you said, “You’ve had ranch on your face for, like, 30 minutes now.” What a first impression. “Awh, fuck.” I started to laugh along with y’all, rubbing my face, “Is that why you two have been staring at me all night?” “Yep,” Lauren said, “Just judging the absolute shit out of you.” Laughter. “Well you’re one to talk with that fuckin’ spilled beer on your shirt!” “Yeah, but I’m not a fuckin’ idiot, at least I know it’s there!” “God damn it,” I stopped rubbing, “Did I get it?” “Nope,” You said, still laughing. “Here, let me help you.” You washed a paper towel and got the goddamn ranch off my face. “You know,” I said, “with you staring at me, I was beginning to think that you thought I was cute.” “Nope, just clueless, haha…There, all better.” “Thanks.” “You know,” you said, “we only told you that because we’re your friend. It’s like…if you had a booger on your face, you’d want someone to tell you.” “Haha, yeah, I feel you.” “But you might have been a little right, though.” “About what.” “Well…you can have ranch on your face and still be cute.” “Oh really?” I dipped my finger in some ranch and put some on your face. “The f-…HEY!!!” “Yeah, I guess that is true.” I said, laughing “Fuckin’ asshole!” Now it was you wiping the ranch off your face, embarrassed, but still laughing. “Riley, get ready. Steph is here, we need to go.” Lauren said. You turned to me, “Hey, I gotta go, I’ll see you around…Michael, right?” “Yeah, Michael. Riley, right? “Yeah.” “Yeah, I’ll see ya. Nice meeting you.” “Nice meeting you.” And you were gone. I remember drinking my beer right after that thinking, ‘Jesus, man. That girl..”
>>613679746 We hung out a couple more times. I got to know you. And holy shit were you cool. Remember the time we found out we liked each other? Goddamn, what a good night. It was at the bar, and I remember going up to Lauren, “Hey, Lauren. Isn’t Riley just…kind of fuckin’ awesome?” “Yeah, no shit. Why do you think we’re best friends? Haha.” “Haha, yeah. I dunno. It’s just.” I remember telling her, straight from my heart, the way I felt around you, “When she walks into the room, there’s just this energy, you know? And suddenly, I dunno, the music gets better, the beer I’m drinking doesn’t taste as bitter. She’s just fun to be around, you know? With every other girl, I’m just fumbling over my words. I can’t even think of what to say next. I get nervous. But not with her. There’s always something to talk about. And what we talk about, it doesn’t even matter because she’s just there. She’s next to me and I get to talk and be with her.” “Holy shit, stop. You’re adorable.” “Lauren, I have a huge crush on her, obviously. Should I….do anything about that?” “Yeah,” we both looked at you. You smiled and waved. “Because she has a crush on you, too.”
>>613679943 My heart was light as a feather. I was so happy. I went over to the guys, and Lauren went to talk to you. I got carried away in a conversation with them. But when you guys needed to leave, I remember seeing you, and both of us were just smiling at each other, not saying anything, just beaming. We just knew. “Hey, listen I gotta go.” You said. “Yeah, hey, uh, do you wanna hang out sometime, you and me?” “Yeah, I’d love that.” We kept beaming. “UGHH, Riley let’s GO!” Lauren said. You hugged me, and I hugged you back…but you held on for that one extra second. And that second felt like forever. When you left, I was floating on a cloud with this fleeting, beautiful feeling. Goddamn, was I infatuated. Speaking of the bar, though, you know what my favorite us moment there was? When we first started going out, this one time I looked at you and said, “Hey Riley, what’s it like?” “What?” “What’s it like?” “…What’re you talking about?” “What’s it like knowing you’re the most beautiful girl in this bar?” You smiled and shook your head. “Awh, so sweet..” You looked at me dreamily and asked, “Hey Michael?” “Yeah?” “What’s it like?” I scoffed, “What?” “What’s it like knowing you’re the biggest faggot in this bar?” Tears from laughing so hard. “Yeah, hey bartender! Get this kid a sex-on-the-beach, he just came out of the closet!.” Jokes on you, bitch. That was the best sex-on-the-beach I’ve ever had, ahaha.
>>613680086 I remember our first kiss. We were at Joe’s place downtown, close to the river. It was nighttime in the high rise, and we could see the whole city bustling below us. “C’mon, I wanna show you something.” I told you. “What?” “My favorite spot in the city.” We walked down Michigan ave. and got to the bridge across from the Trump tower, remember? The city was gleaming in its lights. We stopped right in the middle, the river below us, its rippling waves reflecting the city lights a thousand times over. It was cold, and I loved seeing you in the cold because I love the way your nose gets all red. And you have the cutest sniffles I think anyone could possibly have. You looked out. “So beautiful,” you said. “Yeah,” I replied, looking right at you, “you are.” We locked eyes, and leaned in, slowly at first, but then fast. It was the deepest kiss I’d ever gotten from anyone. And it’ll always be my favorite. I remember there was a saxophone street performer in the background. That moment was perfect. I was so cold, but my heart was so warm.
>>613680311 I remember the first time I told you I loved you. It was kind of out of the blue. I remember I was doing dishes. You came up behind me and gave me a hug from behind. I turned off the faucet and turned around. You kept hugging me, your head pressed against my chest. And I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “I love you.” You looked up, “I love you back, Michael.” And we kissed. For a while, too. We said it all the time, but in hindsight now, it wasn’t often enough.. And you always said in reply, “I love you back.” I began saying it, too. ‘I love you back.’ I remember one day stopping you and asking, “Why don’t you ever say ‘I love you, too?’” “Because it doesn’t make grammatical sense.” “How?” “Well, if you think about it, it only makes sense as a reply if someone says, ‘I love me.’ ‘I love you, too.’ But if it’s reciprocal and a mutual feeling, ‘I love you back.’ It makes more sense.” Fucking English majors, man.
>>613680415 There were all these little moments in our relationship...Like, I remember one night when I was sleeping over, you woke me up at, like, 2 or 3 in the morning. “Ugh, what?” I groaned. “Just come on, follow me.” You led me to the kitchen. “No Surprises” by Radiohead was playing softly on the radio, not loud enough to wake anyone. “Riley, what is-“ “Shhh.” You pressed your finger against my lips. It was dark, I mean, d-a-r-k. We couldn’t see a thing. You grabbed my hands and put them on your hips. Then I felt the warmth of your arms against my neck, and felt you begin to sway to the music. I swayed with you. It was just us in darkness, slowdancing to Radiohead. When the song ended, you stopped. You grabbed my face and bent it down towards you, then kissed my forehead for a long time. “Thank you. That’s all I wanted. You can go back to bed now.”
The song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5CVsCnxyXg
>>613680648 Little moments like that made up our relationship. I can’t even begin to describe how happy I was when I was with you. I can remember so much of everything. The countless sleepovers, the all-night-long sex marathons. The Netflix season-a-day binge watching of Breaking Bad, How I Met Your Mother and The Office. The Robin Williams/Kevin Spacey/Quentin Tarantino movie marathons. The endless Vines and YouTube videos. I remember the fights, the food, the drinks, the laughs. Meeting your parents for the first time, you meeting mine. The countless inside jokes we never let people in on. The socials with Nick and Lauren and Joe and Kevin and Hannah.. The text message conversations, the Snapchats and selfies. Playing with the dogs. Bringing over food when you were on your period, you making me soup and crackers when I had the flu. You helping me with midterms. The all night study sessions. The naps on the red couch. The coffees. The video games, going to the mall, the movies, the bowling alley with everyone even though we were all awful. The parties. Us spending half our paychecks every weekend at the bar. Going to your musicals. Seeing the Chicago Symphony orchestra. The out-of-nowhere kisses. I remember it all.
>>613680799 I remember the sound of the impact. The boom. And everything happened in an instant. The screech of the tires, the complete loss of control. When the car pulled to a stop. I remember the bloody taste of copper in my mouth, the sharp stinging in my left leg. I remember that smell of the twisted metal, the burning plastic, and the gasoline spilled on the street. That's something I'll never forget.. I looked at you. You hit your head of the car window, and blood was dripping down your face. You looked at me, and with the faintest voice asked, “Are you okay?” “Yes, Riley. I’m fine,” I lied. I held back my tears. I tried my best to not scream from the pain. I didn’t want you to freak out. You started to cry, “Am…Am I okay?” “Yes, baby, you’re fine,” I lied again. I started to hear sirens, “Help is coming, alright, Ri?” “Michael…I can’t see anything.” You looked around the car looking really confused and frightened. “Don’t worry, Riley, don’t worry. Everything is ok.” Then you said something I’ll never forget. “Michael, I can’t do this.” You breathed heavily, and started to fade. You fainted. Tears came flowing out of me. Every time I jerked when I cried, sharp pain on my left side. As the sirens got louder, I started to black out.
>>613680969 I woke up about 5 minutes later in the ambulance. Everything was happening around me like a scene in ER. “Riley, Riley, where is she? Is she alright?” “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to calm down.” The ambulance medic told me. I leaned back and just wept.
Fast forward to 3 days later. I was finally well enough to leave my room. You were the first and only person I wanted to see.
>>613681091 I walked in. Your head was wrapped, and both of your eyes were black. You had tubes in your nose. The pain I felt in my heart seeing you like that was just…insurmountable. It was infinitesimally worse than any physical pain by the accident. Broken bones I could handle…seeing you like that, I could barely do it. You were asleep, so I sat there and held your hand until you woke. I had my phone, and I played “No Surprises,” by Radiohead over and over and over again. I wanted it to be the first thing you hear when you wake up. I saw your eyes open. They were glossy and red. I could tell you were in pain, and just like in the car, the tears flowed out of my eyes to see you like that. “Riley.” “W-Who?” Your voice was soft and scratchy. “Riley it’s me, Michael.” I said through the tears. “Hey…loser.” You smiled. I smiled through my tears, “Hey, Ri. I’m here.” “Mic-ch..ael…are…y-you al…right?” You could barely breathe through the syllables. “Riley, I’m absolutely fine…I love you so much, Riley. I love you so much…You’re gonna be alright, okay?” “Ilove…you.” You inhaled sharply for the last word, “back.” “Just get some rest, Riley. I’ll be here.” You nodded and when you closed your eyes, and tears fell down the sides of your face. I squeezed your hand, and went outside. Your parents, my mother, Nick, and Lauren were out there. All of them crying. They told me that the times you’d come to, you said my name, and only my name. Each of them hugged me, except your father, and went into the room to see you. Little did I know that those were the last words we’d ever say to each other ever again. Had I known that at the time, I probably would’ve said something different.
>>613681192 Your wake was nice. It was difficult to go through all the pictures of us, but I managed. Oh, as a side note, you were a really cute baby. They let me pick the music. Talking to family and friends wasn’t difficult. Many tears were shed at the beginning in private with everyone, but it ended up being not that bad of a time. It was a beautiful day to have the worst day of my life. Your mom offered that I could stand in line with them to shake people’s hands, but I denied. I couldn’t have done that. Your mother is a strong woman, you know. So is your dad. At the wake, your father and I both had tears in our eyes and he gave me a firm long handshake. He told me, “You know, I never liked you…but now I wish I had. Because you made my little girl so happy.” I broke the handshake and hugged him. It caught him off guard, but he hugged me back.
>>613681352 Everyone you knew was there. Hell, even people you hated were crying, saying you were their best friend, which our group found pretty fucking ironic. But I remember just being at that wake, after hearing so much shitty advice. I was ust done with it. Nick came up to me and said something I'll never forget. I'm paraphrasing here, but it was something like, "Listen man. You're my best friend, so I'm not gonna bullshit you. I'm not gonna give you advice and tell you that it gets better over time or anything like that," he looked at me, right in my eyes and said, "all I can be is here for you. And that's what I'm gonna be. I'm not gonna pretend I can make it better, because I can't. I'm not gonna pretend we can bring her back or anything, because we can't. But I'll tell you what I can do. I'll be here for you, man. Always. If you ever need anything-.." I bawled my eyes out at that point. Real, honest words, Riley, for the first time in a while. Remember that Family Guy quote Nick and I used to say all the time amicably? This time when we said it, we meant it. Darkest humor I've ever heard in my life, "Cmon, man. Let's go drink until we can't feel feelings anymore."
Short Story time >get first pet ever, a jet black cat named Midnight. >be in first grade at the time >know nothing about cat care >love the fuck out of that cat while my dad takes care of him >dad comes back from vet with midnight one day. >Midnight had been sick recently >turns out he had feline leukemia >died less that month later >i was maybe five or six, and my first pet had just died >midnight was still a kitten. He was less than a year old. >never fully appreciated him until he was gone I couldn't even type this without crying. Midnight was too young. I know cats die, but still, that really messed up six-year-old me.
Anyone else in this situation or ever been in it? >Start talking to girl like 8 months ago >Conversations are meaningful, when they end I feel sad that Im not talking to her >Constantly think of her, like at least once every 5-10 min. >I can tell she enjoys my company and our conversations, but she never initiates. I don't know what to do, keep talking to her and spending time with her? Abandon ship? Tell her how I feel? Not an advice thread but its feels for me because Im physically hurting right now.
Its been shit for the last couple of years. I can't seem to find a "real" job so I'm doing what I can, bussing tables and working in a drug store 50 hours a week. I blew off high school, I blew off college, I couldn't handle grad school. I'm too messed up to handle a relationship or even have sex. I screwed up, and I want to fold my hand and try again.
>>613681484 After everything, it was me, Nick, Lauren, and Hannah drinking at the bar. We bought everyone a round. They paused the music and everyone got quit for our toast to you. Nobody dare sat in your favorite barstool.
I visited the corner where we crashed the other day.. I always find a way around it when I’m driving…I just can’t revisit the memory sometimes. It’s been months, but there’s still broken glass and chunks of plastic on the street from the cars.
I think about us every day. There isn’t a day that goes by I don’t think of you. But I really need to say goodbye. I’m taking down most of the photos of us around the apartment…I just can’t bear to look at them anymore, Riley. Don’t worry, you’re still tagged in all the photos on facebook. There’s one picture I’m keeping, and I got it framed. It’s the picture of us from the bar, the night I found out you liked me. I miss you.
pic related: the picture from the night I found out she liked me.
>>613682180 mild concussion. from hitting my head off the window. 2 broken ribs, one fractured. left side.
We were going through a green when a drunk driver ran a red light. He did not survive. The official COD for Riley was a cerebral hemorrhage in her occipital lobe, hence the whole "i can't see anything" moment. If they had done a CAT scan, they would've seen. :/
>>613677651 >slowly becoming numb >I want to be cool, interesting and funny >hate how music is now >how sexual everything is >hate corperate ideology and fake management authority >people are faggots and parasites >want to sleep forever
> tfw when Im asperguer's > tfw when I never fit it anywhere > tfw when all I have is /b/ > tfw when I realize that all I do is come here and read, never write because even here I don't know what to do or what to say > tfw when /b/ is not different than any place in the world
>>613683181 I understand, I mean I had somehting happen recently that has no real comparison to the magnitude of what you went through. I am 18 and my girl got raped by her Ex. She was taken for a few weeks hostage. I saw her once after she got raped until she got sent away. The hardest part was thinking that she was thinking I didn't care. It wasn't not being able to see her, it was her feeling deserted. I feel so bad about it.
I need some help /b/ros. I'm a very sensitive person, but I live in a family that constantly hurts my feelings and insults me. Everybody gives me shit for acting like I don't care, but it's the only way for me to make it through my day without breaking down. I'm 15, do you have any advice for me?
girl I like broke up with her boyfriend that I'm pretty sure she never liked anyway shit she told me implies he doesn't really like her either.. >tfw I still have no chance >tfw you CTRL+F and open all the feels threads
So /b/ check this out. So i've known and hung out with this chick since we were in elementary school. Anyways recently we started hanging out again after years of not, come to find out she had a significant other or known as married.We had fucked in the past a couple of times in highschool so it was pretty shitty to find that out. Some of you might think it is weird to be hanging out with a married woman but i will explain. Her husband lives a long ways away from where we are. His reason mostly to be in a place with a more of his family(california). Anyways he cheated on said girl and now she is moving back with him really soon to cali. I know how this dudes father is and he is an abusive fucking piece of shit and i figure he will turn out the same way. I'm just really pissed and know that things won't work out between them. I really should've done something in the past when we were in highschool but i never did and it is hard to see someone you still care about in a fucked up relationship. What do? :(
Just stick around incase shit and beer bottles hit the fan, but if a girl cheats on her other with you what does that say for her? had roughly 3 girls sleep with me and tell me they had bf's afterwards (one secretly broke up with hers then started dating me) you don't want those ones.
>>613684443 tbh 16 days is longer than I expected it to last >spends time with her, ignores her the entire time >avoids any physical contact with her just looking at his profile pics on facebook he looks like a dick
I need some help /b/ros. I'm a very sensitive person, but I live in a family that constantly hurts my feelings and insults me. Everybody gives me shit for acting like I don't care, but it's the only way for me to make it through my day without breaking down. I'm 15, do you guys have any advice for me?
>>613685833 I wish I could. She moved away to japan (her dad was deployed) when i was only in the 3rd grade. The culture barrier over there, coupled with the fact I don't even remember her last name, makes it virtually impossible to track her down. Its not like Facebook is as common over there it is over here.
I know my story could be worse, /b/, but i just feel so empty and disconnected. Sorry for the length >Was diagnosed with moderate to severe Crohn's disease back in summer 2005. >This illness, plus going to middle school (little kid problems, eh?) made me on edge. >Tried to seek consolation with classmates and people who I thought were friends. This pushed them further from me. >Had a high voice for a pre pubescent kid, knew how to dress well, and didn't see the point of dating in middle school. This meant to many of my peers that I was obviously a faggot. >The Crohn's also led to a lot of ostracizing. Called me period boy because I shit blood. >After the period boy incident my Crohn's was mostly under control (tricare is helpful as fuck), save for yearly flare up patterns. >Parents decided to give me a fresh start by sending me to a private school for high school. >Problem was I had already developed a tough skin. Didn't give a fuck about clique boundaries and was considered an "asshole" because I didn't sugar coat anything. >Some people liked this attitude while others didn't. >More rumors were spread, which led to more ostracizing. >Managed to make it through high school though. >Now I am a sophomore in college. >Stick to a few old friends. Make some new ones. >Due to my major though I secluded myself in a cave of notes and stress. >Stress led to a major flare up, which led to my doctors taking me off the medicine I've been on for 5 years. >Lost 30 pounds in 2 months. >Lost potential to make great grades, so my GPA is at risk. >Finals are this week and my friends are having a ball due to easy majors. Guys I just feel hopeless. This disease will be the death of me, and I just don't know what to do. I'm studying my ass off but it just seems so pointless.
>>613684729 I know man the thing is since our time hanging out recently she has still showed interest, but she never cheated on him or anybody else for that matter. I will wait and by the time they are no longer together i will be there and i know with pretty good certainty that she would give me a shot. It's just crazy how almost exactly alike me and her are and that's what drives me mad is that we should've been together to begin with but i was too fuckin retarded and busy gettin high in highschool to do anything about it...
if this is true I'm deeply sorry (you never know on /b). i hope to have something with a girl that you had one day. and i hope someday, probably not any time soon, but someday you will find someone to make you this happy again. riley will be happy for you too, wherever she is, i'm sure. love is just everything.
I got a story >Be me driving one evening in November 2008 >About to make a deal to make some money >Best friend calls, says she wants to hang out >I tell her that i'm busy and i will pick her up later >She says "No, i'm bored and want to be with you >Tell her fine and that i was on my way >Pick her up, she looks gorgeous as ever >Tell her i had to make a quick stop >She says OK and smiles >30 minutes later, we make it to location >Park across the way because i didn't want her to witness what i was doing >Tell her i'll be right back >She smiles and says "Be quick!" >I get out the car and walk to the meet >Few minutes later hear loud bangs >WTF.jpg? >Run back to my car >See best friend lying on the floor with small pool of blood >GodNO.exe >I lift her up, she's still alive >See gunshot wounds >She has a weak smile as she looks up at me >I reach for phone and call for an ambulance >I start to panic as i'm holding her, giving info to dispatch on the phone >She tries to speak >Tell her please don't talk, feel tears rolling down my face >Feel her hand touch my face >She tells me that she always loved me >Start hugging her tightly >Dontdothistome.png >What feels like hours, an ambulance shows up >I let her go so the medics can do what they can >I know shes gone, she was limp when i laid her down >Watch them try to save her >Continue to stare, minds blank >Feel the tears flowing like a waterfall >MFW i realized i should have picked her afterwards like i wanted >To this day, i blame myself >I miss her
Guys I need your help. I met this chick and I think I scared her off by being too much of a pathetic loser >Be me >Bitch wants to hang out >aitecool.png >We hang out and shit, it's all going well >End up at a park at night and no one is there >Giving me subtle hints she wants the D >Notice these hints and decide not to do it because 2nervous >Next day, talk about cringe worthy shit and now she won't text back Not the best story but how do I fix this and give her the peen
here's a story I got from work >working at a steel working company >new safety guy has been here for a year and is your typical safety nazi >everyone kind of hates him >one day during a meeting after he finishes explaining something, he asks if anyone has any questions >one old salty dude raises his hands and asks "why are you such an ass hole?" >everyone laughs >even safety guy laughs >safety dude says "funny story behind that actually, let me tell you why I'm an ass hole"
>Safety nazi's story, paraphrased with greentext: >working for construction company >trying to make them get their act together >dude that's been there for ~20 years named bobby ain't having none of that safety bullshit >safety nazi warns bobby many times to stop fucking up >finally one day bobby get's his 3rd strike for working above X feet without a safety harness/landyard/catch line/whatever the technical term for rope that doesn't let you fall is >tells bobby he's fired, go home >bobby throws a fit, tells him come on man it's christmas in two weeks, please just one more chance, I wont fuck up anymore I'll be the first one in a harness every day >safety nazi folds and tells bobby one more chance >two days later bobby, is working up on something and apparently just pretending to wear his safety harness, he wasn't actually tied to anything and was just doing it for appearances to keep safety nazi off his ass >bobby falls 20ft and cracks his skull, dies before paramedics arrive >safety nazi tells us that was the first death in his career as a safety person >he makes the phone call to bobby's wife that there was an accident >safety nazi and company boss meet bobby's family at hospital >safety nazi has to explain to bobby's wife and two teenage daughters what happened >stands there and watches this family burst in to tears and fall apart in front of him
>>613689547 >Safety nazi asks salty dude, "do you think I did bobby a favor by giving him 'one more chance' even though I knew he wasn't going to listen?" >"Bobby could have gotten another job somewhere, it may have been rough, I may have ruined christmas that year, but at least bobby would have gotten to spend it with his family" >"instead it was that family's worst christmas ever. and daddy was never at another christmas again because I decided to play nice" >"so yeah, I'm an asshole. if I catch you fucking up, no questions, no second chances, you're going home. you might go home pissed off, telling everyone you know what a stupid son of a bitch i am, but you WILL go home. alive and well. not in a wheel chair or a fucking bag" >"Because I'm an ass hole" >and no one else had any questions for mr. safety nazi >not too terribly sad but I was definitely feelin' something after that story. safety nazi seemed pretty hung up on that dead guy. when he was telling the story it kind of reminded me of that "I think rape is funny when it happens to guys because I have to" video
>>613689435 >being too much of a pathetic loser this is mostly why I'm terrified of talking to girls every girl that's talked to me in the past quickly realises I'm a pathetic loser and stops talking to me
>>613689918 > be me > christmas party > chatting with girl i didnt knwo before and im being suprisingly funny and flirty > girl asks me to dance > "i cant dance", "its not my music", "not drunk enough" > she convinces me > i really cant dance > she takes my hand and leads me to the dancefloor > awkwardly move around > she starts to giggle > "w- wh- what is it?" > "its not you,look behind you" > drunk guy making a fool of himself... "ah... haha" > insecure mode kicks in... > shortly after that we go back to the group of people we hung put with > awkwardly lurk around her, having no one to talk > feeling like a loser and going home early > mfw i probably missed one of the few chances getting laid
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