I know youre lurking. You have never replied to a post. And I know you dont like /b/ like I do but I know youre an /x/phile or whatever. Just know I miss you. No amount of alcohol can make me forget you. Not even for a second. I just want you know. Dont text me if you see this. You know who you are.
They know. They totally know how miserable you are, how much you hurt.
Any you know what?
They don't give one single fuck.
They put their own emotional welfare over yours. They know that this clean split will make you suffer. They know you will try to drown it. They know it may kill you. They don't care. If someone confronted them they'd act like they do, but to be honest? They don't.
So am I telling you to give up on life? Fuck no. Live to spite them. Fuck them. Fuck them straight to hell. You need to succeed in life, so you can show them what they gave up on. So that at their lowest, they can reach out to you, and you can look down, smile, and laugh as they fall into the abyss. It will be a bitter future. You will still hurt. But you will hurt a little less than you do now, and that will make it good.
"But I caaaaaaan't! They were eveeeeeerything! I can't go ooooooooon!"
Listen. Believe it or not, despite what your brain or dick are telling you, none of us are special. We're all just fucking bags of meat. We piss, shit, and then we die. You CAN go on without them. And you CAN replace them. Over and over again, as much as you need to.
So, TLDR; Fuck them and fuck you. You're stronger than your brain lets you think. Don't drink your next shot to the memory of what you had, drink it to the fact that those memories will one day fade and disappear, and, sometime, somewhere, they will eventually feel just as shitty as you do now.
If you live in Texas, OP, do you have two daughters?
Everything about this room reminds me of a friend that I don't hang out with anymore but we used to be pretty close friends (Hell, he made me the godfather of his first daughter).
Seriously though, he had those same instruments and wears shoes just like those. Fuck, now I want to and find out what he's up to these days. Thanks, OP.
I'm not the OP but the room in the picture reminded me of an old ex's room. Bed placement, even the window being there. And also because despite being on 4chan since 2007, I rarely ever reply to threads. I'm forever a lurker and I also don't like /b/. And no I don't have any kids anon. But glad OP has inspired go reach out to an old friend. Especially one who made you a godfather to their kid. I'm sure he holds you in high regards still.
Sweet Gnome Child!
You have RockBand?!
That's fucking awesome! And you play instruments too.... I might sound like a Troll, but I'm a Talentlessfag. I only got art going for me, which even then.... Can be summed up as menial. That's pretty cool man. Even if you don't play instruments, or whatever the case- your room is extremely clean in comparison to mine. Pretty cool.
Will be Graduating soon too, 17 and still in High. Nonetheless, don't feel bad OP.
Bruh. Why even post this? You don't want me to text you. And you don't want to be my friend. And you won't forgive me even tho I've forgiven you countless times. Your still my best friend. Even if I'm not yours. ~Ashes
Fuck off. Youre not op. I am. This person im reaching to can tell by the stage