Oddfag here. Been studying the effects of how crying is healthy. Anyone got something sad to share? Pics, stories, the like. Post something you know for a fact will be a tear jerker.
These days I only cry when I can't take it anymore and I'm 99% close to killing myself finally. imo don't cry, crying is bad, crying is for when bad things happen, if you have a happy life focus on the positive it's much healthier
From what I gather, people don't cry enough; which leaves certain chemicals in our body unused/stagnant. People have formed "crying groups" in other parts of the world, so I was gonna see if inducjng crying would be healthy.
While my dad was raping me I shit on his penis and then he forced me to eat it while streams of tears came out of my eyes. When the police came in they found me with shit in my mouth, my nose, cum all over my face and bum.
Found this like a week ago it might help
>Anyone got something sad to share?
I can't say exactly why, but this one kills me.
watch this movie. seriously, this was the saddest movie i ever watched. i cried lots.
I've been depressed for a year,I invited my friends over for new year's and I got drunk and cried like a bitch,told them all about it,they didn't give two shits but I felt really good! I still feel much better,my acne cleared up and I'm enjoying life again
My life is about to take a turn and I'm really bad with changes, i'm playing and sleeping more trying not to face what i'm feeling. Also masturbating A LOT.
I really need to cry but I just cant... so... im really looking for something cry worthy here
if you're close with your dad, rip
I'll dump my feels folder for you op
Grab hammer. Place testicles on table and strike. You'll be in tears instantly
and i fked it all up /b/ been depressed going on two years now, used to text her all the time, in the end just ended up looking beta as fuck and made a fool out of myself. She was the most beautiful girl ive ever seen, and I tried being alpha and wanted some space and broke up with her for a short time because she was being clingy, turned out it was a terrible mistake, she said she would wait because she still wanted me, two weeks later and before i know anything shes practically in another relationship. Few months go by of me talking to her and trying to convince her to come back to me, in the end she apparently isnt "allowed" to text me by her then boyfriend, so i just kind of gave up because it was obvious she didnt want me. Now shes in another relationship, and she's happy as hell. I mean im happy she's happy, but fuck it i would die if it was me making her that happy. Sorry this story is a mess, felt like getting it off my chest. Question is, wat do /b/?
>been through shit 10x worse than what people complain about
>haven't cried since 7th grade
the fuck is with you people. not saying crying is super unmanly/you're not supposed to do it/etc but from what i see, people just fucking complain and admit how the shit they do is bringing them down, while doing absolutely fucking nothing to better themselves. what the fuck do you people even contribute to society? nobody cares about you? what do you have to offer to others anyway? get a fuckin' clue.
My father was really fond of his grandma, his mother was a real pain in the ass and his father was a selfish asshole.
One time he had to make a choice: Visit her sick grandma or go to party with his friends... by the time he came back her grandma was dead, he couldnt even say goodbye to her.
He told me this story hundreds of times, the story may not be sad enough, but seing deep regret in the eyes of your dad can really move you.
I feel great told the girl I was crushing on that I was interested, now I feel like shit because she cant get over her ex... fuck it atleast I wont regret this in the long run and in about a week ill confront her and if it aint happening im just going to kiss her and then leave
I have been in a number of relationships. I have a caring family, and many people who call me a dear friend. Even so, none of them seem to understand me in any way I find meaningful, and I don't know how to fix it. So I hide behind humor.
If any other btards cry from this, then you will make me really happy for not being the only one on this site who has ever played this game.
I've had this installed forever, but I've never got off my ass to play it. Maybe it's time.
As oldfag you may have seen it.
Probably the most memorable story ever posted on /b/.
I'm like that too. I can't easily express how I feel so I do it through humor. When I make a joke it makes me laugh, it makes my friends laugh too. But at the end of the day all those jokes and good laughs only hide what lays beneath the surface. But then I also realize, it's all that I know.
You will fucking ball I promise you
>Be me 11-12 yrs old, Have a uncle, greatest, most caring man I've ever met in my 22 years of existence. Was a alcoholic, could slam a litter of anything in 5 minutes tops without flinching if he wanted to. This man would go out of his way to help his family, would cut off his own leg if it meant saving someone he cared about a single tear. Only person that's ever actually stood up for me, out of all the countless drug problems my mother had to my stepfather and his fraud charges. My family is a giant mess of chaos. Including my uncle but he has a big heart and that's all that mattered to me because when i saw him he would play board games with me and let me win. Even spent 6 hours on one monopoly game just for my birthday. Speed forward 4-5 years, grandfather dies, mom and uncle inherit 500-600 grand EACH. Mom hits the crack, Uncle quits drinking and gets a job as a chef with his degree. He's doing good for himself, used to be 350 lbs, down to 200 after his gastric bypass. In foster care because mom is a addict. Stepfather abandoned me because I'm not his biological son even though he was their since my birth. Uncle dies from suicide, pill and booze overdose. Foster home won't even let me go to the funeral. They don't give 2 shits. Find out later he left a not only for me. Telling me that I was the one he cared about most and that I was like a son to him. He left me every penny he got, I didn't care. I literally cried for weeks. I have been slowly going downhill since. Even to this day I'll cry when I think about him...
I don't know. It feels like whenever I be more true to myself I tend to get inquisitive looks and confusion. It's probably my own fault for hiding behind humor.
Do you ever feel that this place is one of the few that you actually belong?
I have a friend online who I suspect is like this, but at the same time I never bring it up to him. I wouldn't even know how. I know he feels different than most people, and I know I could never quite understand it...but he's still my friend, so I still try to amuse him if nothing else but to hear him have even an echo of a real laugh cause I feel like that's the only good thing I ever could do for him.
Be happy you had someone so thoughtful and caring in your life. It is a rich blessing to have. Cherish your fondest memories and move forward knowing he would want the best life for you, anon. You can do better for yourself and for him.
Reminds me of my Uncle. Though my uncle rarely gives anything, they are always loans. When I was starting school it was shortly after his father had died, he threw an amount of money at me that helped me buy my books and feed me for some time, and he continues to do so every time we meet, always with the same speech about his loans, or as others in my family call, his curses. See, the loans are never meant to be paid back to him, the contract you sign when he forces you to take one of these loans is that when you are well enough off to take care of yourself, you pay it forward to someone else and give them the same speech. Problem is, as time goes on you can never keep track of any specific amount, or any sort of interest. You never know when you're debt is paid, and you can't quit until it's done.
yup i was and still am going through some hard times, planned how and when, viewed pictures and I read cracked on almost a daily basis and that article hit hard, summoned up on how i am. weird but makes sense why i cant talk about it IRL but i can online, i do feel very comfortable here on 4chan with the anon status
>The saddest people smile the brightest.
My friends always described me as happy all the time. I never let them see it though. I would always wait until I got home after school, take off into the woods with my dog, and cry for an hour before coming home.
I met JewWario a month before he shot himself, at a Convention.
My friend was in the bathroom and he was walking past. I didn't really watch his material but he seemed like a nice enough guy.
I said "Hey JewWario, you enjoying the con?"
He actually stopped, turned to me and said "I am yes, thank you". He waved and carried on.
He stopped what he was doing and replied to me, just a random guy.
I was kind of shocked that out of all the members on the channel it was him to go out with suicide.
I did that a lot as well when I was 15; although I never really cried for some reason. After I met this one girl who I fell in love with she basically bullied me and abused me and that's what really fucked me up. I'll never be that happy high school freshman. She killed him.
I almost got to that point, but I saw it coming a couple years down the line and I forced myself out of the situation that was going to cause it. I got better friends, a better life, and even though every now and then it creeps back up on me, I have support now that I didn't back then. I think maybe that's why he is my friend and I still try and make him laugh even if he doesn't always feel like laughing...it's just...I know what it felt like to be alone, to feel like you can't even go to the people you could trust for fear of what might happen. And the best support I ever had in school was from my dog and one friend, who I've since learned had a similar childhood to be, who never asked me to be anything more than I was. She didn't push, and when it called for it she was just a silent pillar of strength for me to lean towards. So I try to be that, sometimes without even noticing it I think. And I often wonder what I would being doing, or how I would treat people if I hadn't had gotten out of it all.
I can relate, though it wasn't from another of my peers, just a lot of abusive shit in the family, mostly from a drugged up uncle and aunt all the time. I think the only way I survived, emotionally, is I let them fuel my anger and hatred of that lifestyle and never want to do it to someone else.
I will NEVER do to someone what they did to me. And I let what they did to me make me strong.
Ah fuck off and go kill some thread that actually needs to be killed.
Same, I'll never let anyone take control of me and abuse me the same way she did. I still remember every time she made fun of me, hit me, bite me, threw her phone at my face, and every time she hugged and kissed me afterwards.
If someone loves you they don't hurt you. And if they are, and they come to realize it, they fucking stop. It's only the ones who use love as a game to control you that I fucking despise.