/b/ros i havent seen a feels thread in almost a week, im proud of you guys
but lets rejoice in some feels together because im dying inside and nothing has made me cry in almost 3 years..
>help a /b/ro out with some feels
lets make this into a game, anon that gets me to feel enough to cry is winrar
nope sorry anon i already have this one, makes me feel but not cry
did you all leave?
>Mfw even my /b/ros abandon me
i know, i just thought maybe some of the vanilla /b/ros or the 2010-2012 /b/ros where still here, they always joined in the feels
that one is true, made me feel yet not cry..
but thanks for the contribution /b/ro
thank you anon for the contribution, but it didnt work..
also, how long are you lurking here?
i have this one, and this feel too,
didnt get me to cry and thanks again for your contribution.
probably realized how shit this place has become, its literally 90% summer..
hey Anon, thanks for the contribution
4chan went to shit OP,
last year and all the years before that i remember seeing a cp/gore/feels thread every day, we would do something interesting everyday, but the newfaggotry here took over and now we are left with traps and never ending porn
Shit man this is accurate.
It is all dubs threads these days and decent threads just 404
Ehm.. a few years.
I guess since 2009 regularly.
Started posting somewhere around 2012 and became a daily poster somewhere around 6 months ago.
so you're almost a vanilla poster, thats nice
how come you're in a feels thread anon?
also i still dont understand why the mods are prunning so many decent threads.
Hoping that it makes me feel again.
In trying not to get hurt I shut off my feelings.
This lead to not feeling much joy either.
I started to open up a bit in the beginning of this year.
The reason for this was my gf but she screwed me over so hard I fell back in my patern
care to go into details?
and this technically is a feels thread so im glad to hear your story
go right ahead anon,
i cant be the only one posting feels here,
and while you're at it, tell me what on your mind
no problem anon i have a few hours left before i have to leave
thank you anon, i appreciate that a lot.
i post a song for all that are lurking this thread
so you have something to listen to mean while
just want to thank everyone that has contributed so far and those that couldnt but tried to help the thread
ill stay in the thread cause i have nothing better to do with my life and also to listen to all of you /b/ro's problems just because im depressed and dont want you to be aswell
this one gave me chills,
made my eyes watery
but i didnt cry,
Thanks a lot anon for the contribution
>average 22 yo with below average looks
>Sort of blunt big mouthed because I got bullied a lot and learned that being a bigger asshole helped.
>Father was an abusive asshole.
>Mother divorced him and somehow hem managed to get shared custody (my mom tried her best to prevent this they even had a doctor's statement saying he was unstable)
>When we visited my father I still got hit from time to time but I didn't mind because this meant he wouldn't go after my little sister.
>Few years go by (I think I am 7 or 8) and my mother meets a new man.
>He is really nice to us and I started to see him as my father.
>My biological father is still an asshole and we start seeing each other less and less which was fine with me.
>Years later I went to highschool and in the second year it turned out my mother's husband had cheated on her a lot of times almost the entire marriage.
>They broke up and got an divorce.
>I really mis him and still visit him from time to time because despite genetics he is my father.
>A few years go by and I turn 18.
>At this time my mother has found a new boyfriend.
>I fall in love with a 15 yo girl at my school and we get in a relationship.
>We are in a relationship for two whole years when she suddenly stops responding (she is 17 at the time and lives on the other side of the country because she has found a study there, we only see each other in the weekends)
>I try a lot of things.
>I message her, text, and call but she never replies for almost a week.
>I then send her the message that if she doesn't respond I will assume something is wrong with her and drive to her room.
>She responds and I ask her if we are okay.
>She says she'll be home tonight and we can talk about it tomorrow.
>I am not willing to wait that long so I say I'll meet her that night.
>We meet and she acts totally cold and distant and just breaks up with me.
>I am a total mess for a few months.
>I am single for nearly a year and my mother gets engaged.
once again anon thank you for the contribution.
yet another pic that made a chill run down my back..
you dont need to ask anon finish the whole story
dusty was a good cat just was unfortunately extraordinarily unlucky
>Treated poorly in his and middle school
>ran with a bad crowd for a bit after
>had a gf & a friend die within a year
>got pretty depressed
>gf I met at community college is about to graduate from the same grad school as me
>our job opportunities will set us up with a combined income of over 200k.
>we are moving to the same place for our jobs
It gets better /b/ros.
>When I am 21 I fall in love again with a girl with whom I have been friends for years.
>She is depressed and suicidal but we are totally in love and I have never been happier or more in love.
>I start to open up a bit towards her.
>One night I get a phonecall from her father.
>She tried to kill herself.
>She survived but is in the hospital in critical condition.
>Next day she calls me and I get my ass to the hospital.
>I spend my entire day there and stay till well after the visiting hours.
>She gets home and we talk a lot.
>I grow fonder of her and wouldn't have known what to do without her.
>Then shit hits the fan
>She gets pregnant.
>At first she doesn't want to tell her parents despite me thinking that it would be a good idea.
>Finally she tells her parents and I only speak her over messages.
>She is mad about everything and I just try to do everything I can to help her.
>I put my study on hold to help her and be there for her but she only responds to get mad at me or doesn't respond at all.
>We go to the clinic to get an abortion and we barely talked.
>After this she gets mad at me more for reasons as not being there for her / being to pushy and not giving her space.
>Her parents hate the living shit out of me.
>I break it off because I can't take it any more.
>2 moths go by and I never felt more miserable than back then.
>Meet her 2 months later at a concert.
>Try to greet her but end up making out.
>We get back together
>All is well for a few moths.
>suddenly she starts ignoring me again and only responds to me to get mad.
>She claims she is busy.
>One day I drive to her house to ask her if everything is okay with her and between us.
>She tells me it is and I go home.
>At home she messages me and is pissed off for showing up at her house.
>She doesn't talk to me for a week and then asks me to come over.
>I come over and she breaks it off with me.
That was a few months ago.
I feel like I skipped over a lot so feel free to ask questions.
of course there is Anon,
sex and attention is also obtainable from a hooker.
love is care, jealousy, sex, attention, family, attraction, understanding and the will to die for the other person
There are only three times a man should ever cry in his life
1) death of parents
2) death of wife
3) death of child
Everything else is because you are a pussy faggot that is useless and pathetic
thank you for the contribution Anon,
unfortunately i already know this one and read it enough times that it doesnt even make me feel anymore
damn anon, seems you've had a busy life till now.
did you think about moving away after you finish studies and trying to find someone normal?
no offense but it seems you have been choosing only crazy girls so far in your life
thank you for your contribution anon.
I want to move out so I don't have to travel for 4 hours every day to university.
I can't afford it.
I am already putting myself in debt just paying for tuition.
I just decided to leave girls for what they are.
If I don't give my heart to someone they can't break it.
yes Anon im still here
this is OP btw,
and ill be here till it dies
then ill go back to loneliness and misery like always. so dont worry im here
no offense but that is a horrible idea,
you cant close yourself from love,, or else youll end up like me, lonely depressed and hated.
you need to keep looking atleast now you know not to expect too much.
mean while my advice is finnish learning, get a temporary job pay everything off and earn enough to leave,
and start a new life somewhere fresh and interesting, like San Diego,
meet an interesting girl be with her, dont expect too much and from there see how it goes.
but then again im just a random OP on the internet, you dont have to trust me.
A hooker makes you pay. You can have genuine sex and attention without love.
I'm not certain why I'm even talking about this though. I'm in a sort of blurry situation atm, and past events legitimately make me afraid of not being able to love again.
thank you anon for your contribution
oh and this is still OP
I never expected much.
I only want a kiss a hug and to cuddle up next to her at night and from time to time I like her to tell me she loves me.
I did it before and when I decided she would be worth it it hurt me more.
explain yourself Anon,
maybe i can help, maybe someone else can help
what do you have to loose?
OP here, thank you anons once again for all the contributions.
its alright anon i have enough for the both of us
Regarding current situation then
>be this summer, meet grill at party, end u^p at her place
>spend next day with her
>Go back to my town, she spends a night at my place few weeks later, and the next day together until she has to go
>Go back to her town a month later for a big event, don't see her very much but still a little
>Go back there for a weekend later, spent it all with her, was great
That was two months ago. Since then, the only two conversations we had were
>me sending message
>a month later, repeat
She's working hard while I don't do shit, but I have no idea what she wants from me or think of me. Also recently spent more time with another girl who lives in my city and not 3 hours away. Dunno how to feel.
& that was a shit explanation. Basically, I have no idea what she has in mind. Acts like long term gf when with her, like complete stranger the months we spent without seeing each other.
I don't have much left to contribute, but I might as well bump the thread.
Shit, here goes.
2011. Final exam coming up and I recently hooked up with some girl half a globe away. Started chatting like mad and we eventually got closer. She told me she's always been depressed and that she has no job and stays at home all day. Her parents blame her for everything that happens in the house. Her sisters don't give a shit about her. Of course this got me slightly depressed too. Everyday I console her and try to calm her. Eventually I got tired of it, we fought and broke up.
>mfw she made me depressed
>mfw now I'm depressed like her
ok anons i have to leave and meet my mother in t he hospital, i love you all and wish you all the best of luck in your lifes, and hopefully we will get to enjoy another feels thread of gore or discuss thread together, ill never forget you guys for helping me in this thread
keep this thread alive as long as you can for me please.
>be about 20 years ago
>have leg braces as a kid
>everyone laughs and bullies me
>there is one girl who is kind to me
>we become best friends
>her father is pretty mean and she doesnt like him much
>she is sent away, no idea why
>I join the army and go on active duty
>i have a few adventures but i miss her dearly
>after i leave the military, i have a few successful businesses
>i hear from friends she is living pretty wildly
>we manage to reunite
>i propose but she turns me down
>we have sex though
>i find out shes ill
>take care of her but i feel her slipping away
>she dies from her illness
>she never told me what it was
>read the death certificate
>mfw bitch gave me aids
Sometimes I read things in these threads that make me feel like I've been playing on easy mode my whole life.
>tfw no face
>mfw 2/10 made me reply to fucking gump
I used to come in these threads every year during the holidays, just to cry myself to sleep because of how lonely I was while everybody was out there having fun.
The two last years were the best I've ever had. The best I'll ever have in my life, for sure, so I spent the holidays well.
But now, it's been two months since everything's back to how it was before, and I'm feeling like crying again, more than before.
So, I'm back guys. Nice to see you again.
Well, my DNA isn't tied to my online handle yet so I'd say we still have a little bit to go thankfully.
In reply to your pic, there's a lot of introverted women out there too. Join a sci-fi book club or something else equally fun from a public posting board and you'll meet a shitload of them.
I was 28 when I met my girlfriend at a library I was fixing computers at. There's always hope, you just gotta go outside to places where nerdy girls congregate.
It's even better when you're alone and misunderstood. Finding a girl exactly like you when you're a normalfag is nothing really special.
But a bitter /b/tard finding his soulmate when he's not even looking for any kind of relationship? That's the best feeling ever.
I'm here, probably along with a shitload of lurkers
also urking, but in 30 mins, a few people are coming over and in a few hours we go to a club
>Have bipolar or schizophrenia
>Father had schizophrenia, I know it can't pass through the male line
>Not sure what it is but I know I'm not right, some days I'm really depressed, other times I hate everyone around me and think that everyone hates my ass
>At peace now
>I'm generally really emotionally unstable for the past 4 years but don't want to seek help cause it would break my mother who's already sad all the time because of my batshit insane father who can't control his fucking urges most of the time
>When I don't get my 8 hours of sleep I loose all self control I usually can pull off
>after 8 hour work shift, hungry, slept 4 hours
>Call my dealer and go buy weed because I feel really anxious
>On my way to the place I just start feeling like shit
>Eyes start tearing, I'm not sad or anything, but I feel like I just need to cry, I feel eerie in a way
>Resist the urge and maintain a straight face because I'm a dude
>Sit on the bench I'm supposed to meet my dealer at
>Just stare at a point infront of me, don't pay attention to strangers passing around me
>No thoughts, my mind is completely blank
>Dealer comes, we have a chat about the weather like usual, I buy the dope
>On my way back home a fucker on the street walking behind me(I don't know him) makes a comment about me I didn't really like
>Feel like I want to kill him right there and then
>I usually would just walk straight ahead and not give a fuck
>Stop in my tracks, turn around and stare the poor guy in the eyes imagining how I would scalp him, cut his dick off, cut his nose and ears off, how I would pour petrol in his mouth and just throw a match in there
>He's visibly upset
>I didn't really give a fuck
>I wanted to kill him right there and then
>we both enter the same tram
>I just stare at him, thoughts of him suffering making me grin
>all in all I just stared like 20 minutes at the guy, thank god he didn't smirk at me or something because I would probably jump at him
I'm paranoid as fuck and I'm always worried that when i post on 4chan someone who knows me will realise it's me. But fuck it. I don't know how this story is going to end, but I'm getting better, so I'm gonna post my life. I'm not sure how bad it really is in compared to other people who go on feels threads. But it's shitty. Let's give it a shot.
I'm not confident in green text so I'm just gonna type it. It's gonna take a while though.
yes. more or less classical friendzone story. I got pretty much used by her.
but that is long over and I am in a loving relationship with my actual girlfriend, who seems to be perfect for me
I'm randomly dumpin from my baw folder. It doesn't systematically apply to me. Not that I had a teenage love. But I've been in love and spent countless classes next to her, elbow against elbow. Would probably have gotten somewhere if I had balls before she moved. But felt it, better than nothing.
I did. We lived 800km from each other but this didn't stop us, we met a few times and when we were apart, we loved each other so much the distance wasn't an issue.
The two years we spent together were the greatest of my life, we were even supposed to live together in 2015, now would be her last school year before she gets her appartment.
But she's got some personnality issues and she changed suddenly in a short amount of time, it was like...an internal suicide. I couldn't do anything about it. Being almost a different person, she lost interest in me. It hurt like hell and still does.
She says she regrets it and truly hopes we'll be back together someday. We still talk sometimes and I help her to stop her bad habits that make her act like someone she doesn't recognize or likes.
I miss her everyday and I will until I die.
You wouldn't believe how complete and infinitely happy we were together.
>He's terrified, exits the tram avoiding eye contact with me
>Didn't follow him because I already aroused too much suspicion from the other people riding my tram
>he goes away and reality hits me
>Everyone is just staring at me like what the fuck man
>Hold my usual emotionless face i use when I walk the street for the remainder of the ride
>Wonder how soon everyone is gonna know I lost it because people here talk way too fucking much
>Contemplate going to the psych to get shit prescribed but dismiss it
>Even if there wasn't for my family, a psych diagnosis would make my university degree worth jack shit
>effectively turning me into a burger flipper for the remainder of my life
>i just want to live a normal life
that is pretty often the case. that's why I hold on to the 5 close friends I have. I know them at least for 20 years, some of them since kindergarden. they're the only people I don't have to put a mask on.
that's a level, I can never reach with any acquaintances I meet in my adult life
I'm nearly done with my study. I only need to finish one more report. Just one report, it has to be only 8 pages long. After that I can graduate. The last 2 months Ive been struggling to finish it.
Finishing the report means finishing this phase of my life, where I seem to have no responsibilities so much freedom. And because of that I feel trapped, stuck. I'm doubting myself and cant start writing.
Every time someone asks me if I have been looking for jobs I cant tell them I still need to finish an 8 page report, and that I'm holding off on that. I lie, tell them I have and so far I didnt get any positive responses and that I need to keep looking.
I'm re-typing this now. I'm not gonna tell you my entire life, which apparently I had been planning on doing. But I can tell you parts.
3rd year in primary school I jumped on a guys back and accidentally cracked his skull as it hit the ground, his mum then gave me and my mother shit so much that we never talk about it and even tried to purposely avoid them when going back.
I have messed up teeth and got bullied because of that and the fact that I had no friends and was fairly smart.
At the end or primary school I cried, I cried a lot and I wasn't sure why, I cried so much I had a nose bleed.
At High school a lot of shit happened, at the start one of my favourite relatives died, and i didn't cry, I tried but I just didn't, I didn't even attend the next funeral because I decided it was pointless.
My mum has said that I ruined her life and that I'm the main case in arguments between her and my dad.
I still got bullied and started being a dick to people, not helping.
Nearing 3 years before the end if highschool, it was found that I had idiopathic scoliosis, an uncommon disorder that meant I had a bend in my spine, but then it got worse, the curvature increased to an extremely rare state and started causing my muscles to ache, forcing me to miss school from pain and take daily painkiller to have a chance of making it.
Even now as I read through the feels thread I din't tear up, I don't feel sad or worried, I barely feel anything. I once had a 'friend' who even said I has a black heart because I never felt anything.
I can't really compare this to what's happened to some of you guys, I've never been through abuse, never really thought about suicide.
I'm paranoid because I don't like chances, I've never had any reason to trust anyone.
I'm bad with stories, but that's basically mine.
Both of you stop being so goddam dramatic. All pain is temporary. Ever meet an old guy who said "in my 20s I just stopped loving". No. It stings but each girl you meet gets progressively better. You learn what you dont want as you go from one to the next. Imagine you liked a girl but she was just compelete a no-go because she couldnt get over some guy from 5 years ago. Youre sure you could make her happy but heyyyyy she wont move on. That shits pathetic when you see it in others so why perpetuate it youself?
Because it's all a learning experience.
In math class, they don't tell you: "this formula is for that" and then shut the books and let you go home & expect you to learn it by heart and that's it.
They teach you how to use it because you learn by doing.
You don't become a better person because people tell you to become one.
You become one because you live through pain.
It's not that. Something "broke" inside me. The word depressed was not fitting, I was almost physically ill for a while. It was a real psycho, and I mentaly tortured myself for months. Even rethinking about it now makes me want to smash my head against a wall.
Or shall this thread sink and be forgotten like so many others ?
Took breaks, but so was I.
When this thread dies, we all go on with our lives (or not for some). We'll all forget this thread ever existed at some point. We'll leave and become anonymous once again.
Just like that. I don't want the thread to die.
True, i believe its just lost a lot of old fags since the shitty mods and sensoring. Now all thats left are the masterbaiters ylyl and dub threads. Idk i think people want a new site cause, just like all good bands, this place has pretty much run its course and moots sold out
I don't think that's it anon. I don't think 4 chan has changed this much over the last years. More whiteknights, more normalfags, yeah. But all in all, no so much change.
Anons just got older, had to leave their basement wether it was to get a job, an hero, or go homeless and fap from a public library, and don't have time for this shit anymore.
Might as well attempt it. My first greentext story
>First time meeting her
>In passenger seat, just drove up a hill
>Enter a strange house, one I've never been in before
>Not a sound is made except for the other adults conversation
>See a girl pass-by me, going into the living room
>She passes once more, this time she turns to me
>>Sweet Jesus, I was wrong. This. Girl Is. A. Goddess.
I wouldn't say that it was that moment when time slowed down and a light was shined down cause it didn't. The house was dark and time only seemed to kick me in the nuts.
>I remember the way my throat felt: dry, closed and scratchy.
I can, with complete confidence, say that this is the only girl that made me feel this
Fast forward a few months:
>When I sleep, I see her face. When I rest, I just long to hold her hand
>Speak to her once more when I see her at my cousins house
>We both laugh at something one of us said
>She laughed without worry or others. She was full of life and I could tell she had saw something me, anyone could, but I couldn't see it
>I found out she lived really close to my cousin so I would visit, just to see her
>One day my cousin said something
>>Cousin: "Femanon said she liked you."
>I'm sure my face showed surprise. I could feel it, my expression. It felt like a shocked look of joy.
>Cousin obliviously saw my face so she teased me every time I visit
>I would just look over at femanon every time she said anything. she would hide her face, hiding the blush, some times turning and going to the trampoline
>I would stay nearly the entire day, just being around her was enough for my spirit to rise to it's peak
I'm doing no rereading so this surely is a crappy story
One memory I treasure fondly:
>I walk up the steps of her house, a smile wanting to show a I step, I try to refrain from it showing to much
>The night had come quick, mid year, the shorter time of day
>I open the door and I'm invited with heat that sticks to your face and her laying on the couch
>After eating and watching a movie, we decide to play monopoly.
>the game of jewing money and property
>We slack off and just play with the money, robbing the bank and stealing property
I'm sure I tried to fine her over the max money in the game set
This leads to a new game, I forget the name but we drew cards or some shit
>Ours hands touch twice with minutes apart
>After the second time, I look into her eyes and I can literally feel the warmth coming from her body, shes that close
>My brother enters the house a football in hand. We threw the ball for nearly an hour and quit
>I end up sleeping over, I slept on the couch
>I heard someone say that she had watched me during my sleep.
You guys think you got bad? Listen to my story
>Been dating for months now
>This guy named Joe comes out of fucking nowhere into my life
>He's my new coworker at my company
>Find out he has no money, no place of residence.
>Moved here for the job and can no longer afford his hotel
>Decide to open up to him
>Keep him in my apartment for weeks
>Bro is pretty cool
>We play the vidya, drinks beers, watch football
>This continues for months
>Afterwards, find out girlfriend is pregnant
>By all tradition, I have to marry her now.
>One night, eating out at dinner with wife
>Joe stayed late at the office for some overtime
>I pop the question to my wife
>She admits she was raped by Joe and the baby isn't mine
>She isn't ready to make a commitment after being violated
>Go home in a fucking rage.
>Throw out all Joe's shit
>Gonna fucking kill Joe when he gets home.
>Joe gets home about 1 a.m.
>As soon as he opens the door, I fucking punch him in his bastard face
>Eye swells up like a ball of cotton
>He swings at me
>Dodge and sweep his leg
>He falls down
>In a giant fucking rage now
>Go to my room, grab my handgun out of my drawer
>Go back to confront Joe
>Joe jumps in his car and fucking hightails it out of there
>I haven't seen or heard from him since
>On the phone a month later with my brother
>He finally asks why I've been so depressed
>I tell him that if it hadn't been for cotton-eye Joe
>I'd been married a long time ago
>Where did you come from, where did you go--
>Where did you come from, Cotton-Eye Joe?
>What happenned to the jazzy rainy mood threads ?