Dumping. Anything you wanna talk about anon?
>crouch while breathing fast for 1 min
>hold breath, knot a oneway rope hard around my neck
is enough to an hero after i pass out in the snow un-noticed for 8+ hours?
I would add "having" at the beginning of this one to clarify its message.
As it is, it sounds like its saying that there isn't a reason to stay that's also a reason to go, like "no reason to stay" applies to all possible reasons to stay.
this is sadly more accurate depiction than >>588220277
women wouldn't awnt to be around a sad depressed lonely loser, like in >>588220277
but men would always be around for girls like in >>588221469
that's pretty fucked when you think about it.
No matter how nice I am too people, they never want to play with me. No matter how nice I treat people, they never want to be with me. No matter how much I fucking try, I can only cry.
Fuck it, man.
answer this question as a thank pls
I'm a girl and I would say "I would help and love a depressed boy" but I don't know, my first bf was depressed and I tried to help him, but he was also an asshole so I left him. I think I would try to help the man I love (while I love him)
so do you want to be nice to people or do you want people to play with you?
do you want to be nice to people or do you want to be with people?
if something isn't working, change what you're doing. you're supposed to learn what works and what doesn't bro. not just endlessly try and retry the same shit and expect different conclusions.
don't fall into the victim mindset. accept that the world won't change for you, so change for it, unless you don't want anything from it.
Idk if love pics are welcome here
My wife first spoke to me when she noticed I didn't give a shit about the activities at this youth group thing. I just wanted to sit and play the piano the whole time. She came and sat next to me and started talking.
Best 6 years of my life so far.
/b/, who is the one that got away? I want to hear your stories.
sort of the opposite of your guys issues but i don't love my girlfriend anymore, but she's bat shit crazy over me. and i know exactly how its feels to be dumped but i can't stand her anymore. planning on getting drunk and doing the deed tonight.
Word. A previous girlfriend told me she took notice of me when we were on a trip, because I wasn't paying attention to anyone or anything, just spaced out in my own world. Oh well.
my friends are waiting for me but here is this quickie
>9th grade fall in love
>beautiful girl, 10/10 sweet caring loves animals always nice to me
>did't know how to talk to girls and fuck up trying to go out with her
>spent two years trying to go out with her while simultaneously falling more and more in love
>she never stopped talking to me even though I was annoying as fuck and super clingy, thats how nice she was
>fast forward end of high school
> no more steph for years
>Spend my time making music
>fast forward four years later playing at a bar 12/20/14
> see her walk in
>totally choke on stage
>we talk after the show " I'm usually better but I saw you"
>christmas eve I'm at her house drinking
>christmas morning I wake up to her kissing me on the lips "merry christmas Anon"
its because the majority of people just walk around with the attitude of "i know better than you" and assume that you can feed a fucking parrot with a un-sliced coconut, yet they wake up the next morning taking a massive shit without instant flushing so the whole house stinks because they have a brain capacity of a chinchilla being unaware of what they actually force upon social environments
If they make you feel those feels then post em. B'aww threads are for everyone. The last refuge for many of us.
She was my first, a very long time ago. Too long ago for me to still think of her, I suppose. But here I am, still wondering if that time spent was wasted. I was just a dumb kid back then.
Too old to obsess over the past, I think. I'm not in a position to contact her. There's far too much going on.
Make really god damn fucking sure it's what you want. Sometimes we don't love them and we fucking hate their guts. But you don't get to be with someone really fucking special for 30+ years without being man enough to go tell her how you feel.
Seriously, the fuck outta here and go tell her how you're feeling.
>what can you do
>not be a pussy
>be a dude
"Hey anon look, you're a great person but this isn't a healthy relationship for either of us. I'm sorry we can't keep being in this relationship blah blah blah." Also throw in how big of a pussy you are for not being able to come up with the most basic thing in the world. Telling another human to fuck off.
Shit, forgot the pasta. Here it comes.
5 a.m. in France, and I can't sleep.
I've been fighting for some time now, /soc/ ; it's almost been two years. But tonight I'm hurting.
Have you ever known that kind of relationship, not the one that consumes your every thought, but the one that replaces them? I met this girl when I was a young teenager, ten years ago. In the troubled times of adolescence, there we were, two outcasts with radically different ways to cope ; one cynical madman who wields weirdness as a shield, one passionate woman-child lost in books and dreams. "Too weird to live, too rare to die".
We built our whole identity together. In the depressive child blossomed pride and confidence, in the ethereal girl a sense of purpose. She became everything to me ; I was not even alone in my head anymore. Each and every of my thoughts were coloured by what she would think in my stead. We were almost telepathic at times. No, we *were* telepaths, we always knew what the other would be thinking, our minds so bonded.
Have you ever experienced this - this place in a friendship where intimacy has no meaning anymore? And yet we rarely so much as touched each other. Of course, we would hold hands, but our partners in life were different people, because, well - would you date yourself?
We led protests together, occupied the school grounds, found her long-lost father, and then high school was over and she went to the most prestigious college in France, while I stayed at home with my family - she had none, to speak of.
We rarely saw each other, but the relationship, each time, was intact. We sent each other mail, proper letters, the kind you don't send anymore if not in mockery. Then we slept together, and it was terrible. Shortly after that, we had our first real fight. Do you know how it feels fighting against yourself? Let me tell you this : noone knows better where to strike. We didn't speak for a year.
Then we started seeing each other again, once every few months, for a couple hours. And again, nothing was broken - our bond seemed magical.
Three years ago, I was woken up by her call. She told me she had gone through a horrible breakup and needed to stay at my place for a couple of days. Of course she was welcome.
We made love that night, and it was magical. The best sex we had ever had, passionate and deep and furious, like nothing mattered but to escape this world into that of orgasmic bliss, and leave everything and everyone else behind us.
And even though the ghost of her now ex-boyfriend still lived in her wet black eyes, we started dating.
That year was the best year of my life. In the years after high school, I had suffered from lack of direction, unable to focus on anything long enough to fit anywhere, and I lived off of my devoted friends in exchange for a sparkle of insanity in their day-to-day routine. But with Lucile...
I lived life to the fullest. I crashed at a cousin's place for months, drinking some of the best liquor in Paris while talking deep into every night. I finally made a living as a freelance translator, and our sex life was better than... words fail me. She wanted to go to Tibet, I wanted to go to Chile ; anyway, we were what we were meant to be, as intimate physically as we were spiritually, one entity in two bodies no longer separate.
Which means, of course, than when we fought for the second and last time, our world crumbled. My world. I was confused and lost for so many days I don't even remember them. Half of my senses were cut off. I remember wandering aimlessly in the streets, one of those hobos you sometimes see yelling at their genitals or at cars while flailing their arms.
That was nearly two years ago. I have another girlfriend now ; Lucile probably has moved to Tibet. Her flat in Paris is empty, she has no phone, no friends and no internet presence. I'm back at my parents' and studying to become a nurse. I roleplay with my friends once a week, go out for a drink every once in a long while, occasionally I stay up late playing video games or clicking through links. And my thoughts are nearly mine again, and they try to convince me I'm happy here and now.
But tonight the mask crumbled a little, and I had to speak the truth, the truth I know, before I keep on lying to myself and telling myself that I can live with only half a soul.
Thank you for reading, /b/.
I've been depressed for a while now having suicidal thoughts. Because I fell in love with my best friend but she didn't like me that way. I'm an introvert. I enjoyed being alone playing video games. However when she would call me up I would jump up and get ready to hang out and spend my day with her she would always check on me everyday. Even though nothing was interesting about me. We just liked to smoke weed and talk to each other. However when I told her about my feelings she started seeing me less and less. Till she stopped completely. This left me devastated. Nowadays I have no motivation to go out. I quit my job, forced to move back into my parents house, and the few people who do care about me and check on me, I just ignore them and refuse to see what a piece of shit I've become these past few months. I gained 30 lbs. doing nothing with my life. Everyone is on my ass. While I'm really thinking about committing suicide I really do fucking miss her. I wish I never fell in love with her. It just sucks. We spent every Christmas with each other for the past 6 years. This is the first Christmas I've spent alone. The memories fucking kills me inside I wish I never met her. I wish she just left me alone when. I wish she never bothered with me. but lately I discovered 4chan and this site manages to make me smile and for that I thank you. ps. sorry I'm a newfag just wanted to share my story.
We were put on this earth,
to live and to dream,
so fly my little chickadee,
soar high above the clouds to
reach for what you're aiming.
Goodnight... Sweet Prince
Shit man I know some very similar feels.
Depression/introvert/wanting to be left alone. I have a gf of 3 years but for me I have really good friends who come over and sometimes I just sit in my room and play video games/fuck around on the computer and refuse to step out of my room and hang out with them.
I feel awful because some of them are really amazing friends but they like to smoke weed and drink alot and that's just something I'm not really all that into.
Im 20, not ugly, not fat, just im socially awkward. I get anxiety from talking to alot of people . .
Mfw the only "friends" i have or can make are when im drunk or online. .
Ive tried being social and i can go through a 3 day period but then i get really depressed if i continue trying to talk to people . And i get clingy . .
Thanks for sharing, Anon.
I've been watching the Mythbusters marathon, you can see the pain in his eyes all the time.
Thanks for sharing, Anon.
Same anon here,
Only time i ever felt great, felt good it was when i was with my ex girlfriend. Who left me due to the fact she still "loves her ex" and i still try talking to her all the time. . . Started becoming am alcoholic because of her. .
Love you /b/ros.
Might be some dupes in here, my file previews aren't working.
Just a metaphor for life I guess.
These threads are always a pain, why the fuck do i keep visiting them?
Put myself in nearly $2k of debt that I can't pay back to buy the parts. I built this PC from scratch, spent weeks configuring it to be the perfect machine.
I refuse to see my "friends" because they were her friends. I've lost all motivation to do anything with my life. My friends tell me to cheer up there's other girls out there. But they don't fucking get it. She was the closest person to me. She breathed life into me. Instead of spending my days playing video games. and going to school she would bother me to go hang out with her or she wont leave me and stop bothering my video game playing. She gave me a reason to not think that the outside world isn't cruel you know?
And yet, despite all my effort, parts of it still don't work.
Yeah, fuck life.
It's probably some software issue, last time it was Origin, I'll find the problem this time. No doubt it'll go again soon enough. Just how these things go; there's always something to fix.