Oh. Good... I actually need a soapbox right now.
I was dating this girl, call her J, and it was all going great.
Well, it was going great until J met a former friend of mine, an abuser/dealer who's into the real bad shit.
J just wanted to try it, but now she's an addict.
I've seen videos of J blasted out of her mind, getting fucked by multiples of guys at once. Laughing and giggling all the while. They were recorded by the aforementioned dealer, in his apartment, where she spends 80% of her time now.
In one of the videos, he asked her if she missed me, and she couldn't even remember who I was.
That's all she is anymore, drugs... drugs, and cocks.
He didn't just steal my love away, he fucking destroyed her.
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
I hate this fucking picture. If you're relying on someone else for your happiness, you're doomed to fail no matter what. People swing it around like it's cute, it's not. It's fucking pathetic.
Agreed. And it seems to be such a common thing to do too. Pathetic really.
I wish that I had Jessie's girl....
Once a whore - always a whore, hell probably was a closet whore before you met her
Was bound to happen eventually
you really should move on and look for conservative/christian girl and be happy with no worries as long as you keep yourself attractive to her too
>> gf didnt want sex.
>> one and a half year.
>> accidently see her FB chat with random dude
>> i have a crush on you.
>> i want sex all time just dont with anon
>> she moved out when i confronted her
>> we have 2 kids and were togheter 5 years
This. Holy shit, we really are a generation of pussies.
Are leftists really so assblasted over a cartoon frog? Besides that, be glad you got away from her, at the very least.
<no matter what i do
<never good enough for anyone
<rejected so much that I have given up on ever being a we
<friend keeps trying to get me to go out and do things
<he still thinks i can find a woman
<im tired and heartbroken
GF of 3 years
Decent apprenticeship, shit pay though
Friends from all over the world
Think about killing myself daily
I have a goal, it's just taking far longer than I wanted.
A couple years ago the girl I was engaged to fucked my best friend like 10 times. When I found our and dumped her she took half my shit because we lived together where it's considered the same thing to be married if you live together 6 months or more.
A week later, my dog and my mom both died.
You think you've got problems? I can't find my Thermodynamics textbook and it's like 300 bucks to replace.
Sorry to hear that. I hope she gets better soon.
does anybody have that comic where its about how this guy had a shit life then found 4chan now can hang with his /b/ros to escape reality for a while, and he meets other people that are in the same boat
> have 10/10 perfect gf of 6 months
> fuckin love this girl
> she gets drunk for the first time and 'accidentally' fucks another guy
> bullshit talking to her for a few days and we're back together
> fast forward four months
> find out that she's been talking to another guy the ENTIRE time ive been with her
> tell her to fuck off and leave me alone
> she begs for me to come back
> i still havent responded
what do I do guys? i can't seem to find a loyal girl, but i cant stop thinking of her :/
Cut contact. If you give in, you're saying you don't care that she fucked someone else while she was with you. I've been there, and I can't say that your situation is like mine, but I'll tell you the truth. I took her back, couple years later, cheated again. Not worth it. Especially after 6months. 6months might SEEM like a long time, but it's really not. How old are you?
That's because that's what young people do. No one wants to be tied down as they're just getting started in life. People wanna go out, party, fuck, and have fun. If YOU do want more than that, that's fine, but it's incredibly hard to find someone who wants to settle down in their 20s anymore.
Guys listen up, I am about to give you advice that will change your life.
GET OFF OF 4CHAN.
Take the time you spend arguing and feeling and fapping with fellow retarded anons and invest it in yourself. A year ago I was a frequent visitor of the feels threads here. Stuck in a melancholic, suicidal spiral that I fueled with sob stories and used the crowds of 4chan to reaffirm my lost faith in humanity.
Then I got off of 4chan mostly because I didn't even have the energy to feel sorry for myself.
I poured my time into work, earned some promotions, made friends at work, starting working out, thanks to the advice of a coworker. I now have a car, a dog and a cat and I'm in a long term relationship.
I still feel like shit sometimes, and am tempted to go back to my days of doing nothing but read stories about girlfriends that were perfect and died of cancer and shit like that. I came back today because I was in a shitty mood again, but I also know that tomorrow I'll go back to work again, hang out with my coworkers, maybe grab a beer after, and I'm going to be fine. I have a lot more work to do on myself, but I feel like I have the control of my life again. ALl you need is it to take the first step, away from your computed, and into your life. Godspeed anons, Godspeed.
Man, that's the kind of thinking i'm going forward right now, develop yourself and fuck everyone else, there's no girl that can replace what you make of yourself
I'm not saying that you have to become an arrogant fuck, but invest more time in yourself rather than whinning about what you are right now
Godspeed fuckers, we all can overcome this shithole of life
I can't bring myself to tell my family how I really do want to die. It would brush them, and they would most likely try to force me to get help.
If I don't tell, I will either just snap one day and end it or continue to get crazier each day until I reach real psycho levels.
What the hell does this mean to you? "Overcome" implies some sort of challenge with a definite end goal. Life doesn't have that. If you don't die young, you die old and a vegetable.
touch your self now you are feeling.
I can't set that goals for you, you have to set them, if you believe that your life don't have that then there's nothing to do.
In my case, my goal would be to stop thinking that happiness will only come by the hand of a woman or anyone else, have to find things that make me happy just by myself and hang on them, really can't let me down in this fucking depression again
Well if you got out, I envy you. I'm stuck. I can't find anything I want (well.... There is one thing I cant seem to get) and it gets worse every day.
Suicide is more prevalent in my mind every passing week
Not because I want to be but because I don't know how to be with some one, or date for that matter. Everyone tells me I'm good looking but everytime I try I get rejected.
At least I have you guys though, I'll probably kill myself if this website ever gets shut down.
Me and a girl have been talking for about a year and a half. Talking went to flirting, and I finally got the courage to ask her out. I asked her if we could get together, and a few days before, she asked if she could bring her boyfriend.
I wasted so much time for nothing.
Is there a way to feel permanently drunk? I drank over half a bottle of wine earlier and felt pretty good during. I forgot some of the shit troubling me and it was fun stumbling around and being dizzy.
Any advice is appreciated.
I was in there about 2 weeks ago, i know a couple of things that make me happy doing them by myself, but that fucking depression hold me to do them too and that suicide impulses are always there, fuck that i've fought about not killing myself everyday.
But i feel is more like a mindset, at least a moment in everyday that i have to thing only in myself, what i need and what i want and start to plan how to achieve them and kind of visualize how happy can i be when i accomplish that
I know it sounds like that motivational shit, but i kind of feel some sort of relieve and get me out to do something at least a couple of hours a day.
Hang on /bro/, don't do an hero, not because you hurt anyone, just because of you
Sounds like he was under that impression. How do you talk to a girl for a year and a half and not know she has a boyfriend? Intentional ignorance? This is why you make your intentions known. if you WANT to date the girl, you GO for it. There's no such thing as the friend zone. It's just people too scared to make a move.
Same story, except for me it was only a month or so. We were close, and out of no where, she drops that she has a boyfriend already. I can tell you that she didn't have one when we met, and I thought we were closer but I guess it was just me.
actually my wife just messaged my level 103 death knight from her level 110 warrior, informing me that she loves my face
1 month out of here :L, now here we go again.
1 WEEK ago , last sunday had a "date" with a girl i meet 4 years ago in a party , and we never went out again ,till now...
> nice day , starbucks, some drinks , Cine
> 11/09 disturbs in her town so we went to my home
>we share bed watching netflix
> she huge me , im nervous (virgin, she dont know)
>at the end , we have sex...i cant cum...so she fall sleep
>2 day later we meet again , not nervous anymore, bed +netflix + sex again.
EVERYTHING IS GREAT ,
But now i fall to reality again....we dont used protection and im fucking scared , she is 9 years older than me,im scared to go to the doctor to take a blood test,And she barely talk to me , and i think i like her , or maybe is just for the sex , i dont know what to do.
its not the end of the world i know....but im so fucking scared and feeling like a idiot , my ex gf (best friend) hit me because what i did and called me a idiot.
>18 years old
>physically fit 6'1"
>great job 1k weekly
>relationship of 2 years
>okay family mom and dad issues
>unhappy with life
>unhappy with my relationship
>unhappy with everything
>family thinks i have depression
>family wonders why I dont want to go out anymore with them
>gf wonders why im distant
>Gf wonders why I'm not like I'm use to
>gf wonders what happened to me
>shes what happened to me.
>the last line in the track
I'm the same way (minus the good looking, I'm about as average as it gets). Good thing you're at least TRYING, though. That's a hell of a lot more than many get around to (myself included), so congrats on not giving up yet.
Nice trips, by the way.
Rise and shine, the alarm rings off it’s chirpy, peppy tune at the same time it does every day - 5:30 sharp - and every morning exactly the same: turn the alarm off, get dressed, and go, alarm, dressed, go, alarm, dressed, go, every day the same, work and work and work until I get home and work some more, every day, in and out, every day the same, and every day the alarm goes, and with it goes a touch of my colour, another hue lost to the tiresome rule of the day, work and work and work and then I come home and work some more, and before bed goes the same everyday, work and eat and sleep, sand everyday it starts again, and again, alarm, dressed, go, and the colour drains more, the world growing more and more black each time I open my eyes, and I work and I work and I work and then I come home and I work some more, and the colour drains again, and I work and I eat and I sleep, and it all starts again, at 5:30 sharp, the colour goes again, and again, and again, everyday the same, but not today. Not today. Today is different. Today I don’t put on my mask, I go out dressed as I would, except this time I am as I am, and people look, and people stare, but I am as I am, without the weight of a mask, but the day is the same - I work and work and work and then I come home and work some more, but this time is different, right? I don’t have my mask on, so why is it all the same? Someone should have changed something, right? But it’s all the same, but instead of my hand drawn mask, only the black, colourless face stares back in the mirror, and the colour drains a little bit more, but today, it’s different; you can’t draw blood from a stone, but I can draw blood from this. Perhaps a little too much, but it’s all the same, black, without colour, yet somehow the colour drains a little bit more. The colour is gone.
Not feels but need advice
>quickly become best friends
>slowly start to fall for her
>we are identical in interests, humor, politics, our minds are complete parrelles of each other
>madly inlove at this point
>however their are 2 problems arise
>she is very religious and I am not, if we ever dated she wouldn't be allowed to ever marry me
>she is a bit too young for me
Despite these 2 fundamental problems, I can't help but be inlove.
My question to you guys is, Im considering telling her this. Mainly to put those feelings to bed. My mind is constantly thinking "maaaybe it will work", but if I just tell her, it will shoot myself in the foot. And we can continue on being friends and I can just move on from this idea of us being a thing.
I feel dirty having these alter motives and I want to become clean with her.
Is that selfish? I know she hates when people confess to her, but so far Im been an exception to how she treats all her other friends. I really don't think it will hurt our friendship. we are brutally honest with each other.
Should I try to just suck it up and bury the feelings myself, or go with the shoot myself in the foot tactic?
recently I met a girl, she was really nice, rather shy around people other than her two friends. She seemed kinda lonely without them so I decided to try talking to her, slowly build a friendship and then realize that i unintentionally developed feeling for her.
As a 6" lanky nerd I had no idea what to say so I asked a few friends what to do, one of the assholes told her so i decided that I may as well admit it to her myself anyways
spend like an hour coming up with what to say, learn from her friend that she would feel awkward if it where face to face so i message her
Get friendzoned unsurprisingly
The weird and worst parts about this are, I feel worse about this than any other girl i'd been rejected or dumped by and that no matter what I do, I cant get her out of my head
Isn't that the point of the picture? To show how people with deep personal issues rely too much on a single person, and that person leaves? Showing that the act of doing so is pathetic, and actually commonplace? I don't think it's being showed as cute or idolized, but as real.
Shit, wasn't expecting to hear any Tomppabeats here. I love the music to death, super comfy. If I listen to too much I get sad though. All of the music, especially the song names, are based on shit I'm never going to hear.
>come home from a 5 hour long drive to my friend's apartment
>Need to take massive shit
>Shit in his toilet
>It smells like a fucking oil spill
>mfw there was no toilet paper
I'm moving over to PA soon to build my cabin.