Guys, I really need this. It might as well be 3 am with everything rushing through my head.
Well I was gonna fap but I guess...
Gets me every time.
No idea anon. It's likely indicative of how you feel about your current situation.
Avatar was just one big fucking feel fest. My favorite animated series.
I'm pretty sad that now I have to buy new speakers cause they just blew out. Thanks bruh.
I don't come to these threads to lay traps anon. I just have to have a b'aww folder form my teenage years, so when I'm able to dump, I do.
More than anything, I want my best friend back.
I actually posted this video to one of my feminazi friends pages. You wouldn't believe the hate. Men getting raped is completely different. Just like how white people can't be racist.
Pretty sure that's a rehash of this.
It's 5am and I'm petrified the man is gonna come back and she's going to end up getting upset and committing suicide
Well, I'm gonna go do that fap I had mentioned earlier. Enjoy your tears /b/.
If you want real feels consider the fact that your parents were once young.
They were people. Think of any two friends of yours, they were once exactly like them.
They had hopes and dreams and they had all of these wonderful experiences together and all of these old friends, and they struggled and fought to survive and get ahead in the world. Your dad, once as young as you, was a wild and determined man who gave up his freedom to support the woman he loved.
And one day, they had a child, hell, they had a few. They dropped everything to see them grow. At first this child wanted nothing more than to be with them. Then as years went by, it wanted nothing more than to be away from them.
One day, that child left. You left. You missed a few holidays here and there and a couple of big occasions, maybe a wedding or birthday in the family.
But one day, as sure as you are staring at a dimly lit monitor now, those people will die. You'll get a call, sometime when you least expect it. After dinner or during a pleasant conversation, or even on your 5th beer of the night, you'll hear the words "your father has died".
Think about that, think about your father. Mine wasn't great, but he only wanted to be with me, and every moment in time that he could have possibly spent with me had already passed. I will never be able to go back and make up for that missed birthday, or change the last words I said to him, or gain any more of his insight. He'll just be gone.
I don't know about you guys, but I tell my parents I love them every goddamn day. I call or I at least message them, just a quick reminder that I still care, because they are guaranteed to die. and I can do nothing to stop it. And every time I think about every stupid excuse not to see them or petty argument I had with them, I just want to slap the shit out of my past self, because I know I can never take it back.
fucking a man im so happy i moved back in with them. thank you so much for this. fucking love them so much and recently started to actually realize just how much they fucking did for me, how im just a constant ball of dissapointment they are forced to love, fuck...
Dumping my feels folder, just happened to be there.
To see if I still can, I think I can, but its extremely rare for something to make me cry. I like it when I do cry tho because it reminds me that I still care and have emotions.
I talked to my mother for the last time yesterday. I thought I could hold it together. But when I took my eyes off of the T.V. after my significant other went to work I took a shower. Alone, with no distractions I sobbed. I sobbed as I remembered her holding me when I was depressed over my friend's death back in highschool. I need this baw thread too b/ro if only to distract me for a little while longer.
/b/ why can't i be normal? I think i'm normal but everyone else seems to strongly disagree. The whole "it doesn't matter what they think" bullshit is false, the necessary people who could start my adult life refuse to hire me due to my "social awkwardness" which is caused by people who refuse to talk to me.
Imagine their parents. They did their best. Bought what they could with that they had and set it up with one of the plants from the yard. "It's christmas" they say "we brought you presents, they are under the christmas tree" they lie. Thye lie to themselves and to their kids, pretending that everything is fine, that they're just having a good time, just like evryone else. They think that maybe if they try hard enough, if they say it out loud it will be true. "Come on kids, let's take some pictures with the tree."
The kids feign a smile. Not because they're trying to fool anyone, no. It's the nervious way their father handles the camera and speaks that makes them play along, because mom is smoking a cigarette in the kitchen and dad is working his best, like a clown, to keep them entertained.
No one's having fun, but they must follow the unspoken rules. It's a big, tragic play.
I'm running out of time and money. My parent's have already sent me out to live the solo life. I can't tell them that i'm still the loser i was in highschool. When i told my mom i had a chance at my tech job she cried. So i told her i got the job. I can't tell her i was declined... it would kill her and she is the only real person to show me affection.