Hey /b/ can I get a feels thread going? I'm locked in my room right now. My roommates are in the living room and I'm scared. For those who don't know, I'm the anon from earlier today. I posted how my roommates took advantage of me. I need anything to distract me right now.
Oh shit OP are you serious?
>Grown ass man
>Grounded by other grown ass men
>Only natural recourse-- become trap because youre pathetic and probably already get 'taken advantage of'
>just broke up with GF of over a year
>dealing with a death of a friend
>cue existential crisis
>talking to another girl but I'm not sure if she's interested, says flirty things and gives flirty clues, but I don't wanna make a move and get rejected and feel like a retard and be awkward.
Eh its okay but you'll make it through this cause you got us
Eh as shit advice as it is you know what they say the worst she can say is no but no matter what you choose good luck fam
OP here. Both these anons are correct.
It's been a nightmare ever since. They act like nothing happened, like it's all of andeath we're all still buddy buddy. But I'm scared it's all fake shit to just get me again...
better to find out the hard way than to never find out at all. Be wary of leaping straight into another relationship though, it takes a while to get over a relationship - unless she revealed herself to be a rubbish slut with no redeeming qualities.
If you like this new girl though, have a crack you pussy.
I just hate being home. When I'm at school or anywhere else I can feel as normal as I can. It's the thought of being here and actually being that gets me. I hate it here. Even with my door locked and barricaded I still feel helpless
Does anyone else feel like they always end up being forgotten no matter how many new people you surround yourself with after the old ones fail you and no matter how much you believe them when they say it will last they always seem to leave you
Thanks for just replying anon. This distraction is what I need. It sounds gay but it means a lot to have you guys replying. Feels like I'm not alone in my room and that makes me feel a bit safe
Here's what I posted earlier
>hanging with roommates last Friday night
>drinking and smoking
>suddenly one roommate puts his hand on my leg
>wtf is going on
>I move to push his hand off
>other roommate grabs my cock
>hey anon let's have some fun
>both whip out their dicks
>too much beer and dank for this shit
>try to leave but they keep me on the couch
>how about it anon, you wanna lick it
>get forced to suck them off
>too inebriated to fight back
>other roommate get behind me
>pulls my pants off and penetrates me
>get double teamed by my roommates for about an hour
>when it's all over they go to their rooms
>have a good night anon
>go to my room and shower
>still don't know wtf happened
>don't sleep at all
>been a week and they haven't mentioned it and act like nothing happened
>feel confused and worried
Idk ive heard that low quality weed can cause headaches so that might be the answer to one issue the crying is probably just you letting out emotions that you normally don't while in an altered state of mind
Seems like the poor guy didnt wanna live without her
I'm dating this girl, she's smart, funny and gorgeous, nice petite body. The only thing I don't like is that she does coke from time to time, I only smoke weed and don't do any hard drugs.
wat do /b/ros?
I feel safe here. /b/ has always been my safe space (yes I said that get over it /b/tards) and these feel threads help me emotionally stabilize sometimes. Right now though, idk I just feel broken...
get some fucking balls. go out their put a gun to each of their heads and tell them they have 10 minutes to leave and if they don't leave after 10 minutes they each have to suck on your nuts with their carcasses lay dead on the floor.
Me and you both man luckily we're in the home of the broken and mentally unstable haha
It's easier said than done. I want to punch them so badly but I can't. Call me a fag or beta but yu didn't experience what I did. I wouldn't wish this on anyone. It's a living hell
Let's pretend we're wanted for the right reasons
Man, I don't really mind if I'm forgotten. In fact, I'd prefer to be left alone. What really gets me is that all the things I imagine like going to other planets and seeing other universes and actually doing something that would mean something to me, are impossible. I don't mind the loneliness, it's the fact that my only dreams are impossible for me.
Also, I wouldn't mind having no one else if I could just have one girl who could share this life with me. Not some boring basic bitch or some shit, someone who could really be the completion to my soul. Someone to fill that gap that I can ignore but never get rid off.
call the police. report the bastards. know it sounds easy but you'll feel much better afterwards.
it won't cancel what they've done to you, true. but they deserve a punishment.
other nice thing to do would be to post their names...
come talk to me OP
Jesus fucking Christ! If that's fiction or nonfiction who cares, his descriptions in the stunted green text format are more vivid than if he went all grab my thesaurus on us.
Incredibly sad. True or not, that story proves that life is way too fucking short for fear. Ask the girl, interview for the gig, bungee jump, kill that weird transient by the Circle K... whatever! Just no fear anons.
I broke this /b/oys.. It will not fill your life with happiness. If we are depressed i find, it does not go away. I against all odds am now a social butterfly, i go out to parties, i fuck women i drink with a large array of acquaintances/friends.... none of it matters. They are all only here for the moment. It all still sucks lads. Im sorry.
Well guys im gonna leave yall with this last photo it was fun talking to all of you good night for now
Hope will make it harder. If you have simply resigned all hope you can go on and let it go. If you have hope like I do you get crushed so much... You watch people you thought were good friends break your heart, and I stupidly keep hoping that next time will be better. That these people actually care they're not just here to make their shit lives less shitty....
Since this is a feels thread, I'll just leave this here, years ago a guy in "our close tight knit group of friends" drugged me with ghb and raped me behind a church one school night, they all made jokes about it behind my back and laughed about it, my heart broke into pieces when I found out that I was all alone, it physically hurt like in my chest, it made me into a horridly internalized bitter person. I became so agoraphobic that it ruled my life. I haven't had friends since, I don't talk to anyone, especially not strangers since I started going outside recently (after a very long time). About a few weeks ago, my rapist died. I don't feel any better, but I am glad, very glad.
I read these threads for gratitude. My wife is my soulmate, best friend and beautiful in every way...I need to remember that, because money, the 21st Century lifestyle and just the passing of time & familiarity can make me forget it. I love my wife.
Want to know something fun /b/ros?
I study psychology, mostly mental illness. Particularly those that stem from events earlier in life.
I've remembered things I hoped to keep repressed now, and fully understand the saying 'Ignorance is bliss'. When you can look back on your life and not see any events that made you as broken as you are its bad, it fills with despair and loneliness.
But when you can look back and pin point every little event that added a new mental scar its worse. Because you know who or what caused them, you can put faces to them and can't forgive them for the life long damage put on you. You don't just get put down, you are filled with anger and hatred, and you know you can't act on it. Its a layered cake of the sinking feeling that you know the damage will not go away, hatred at whatever caused it, and something indescribable to me in knowing that nothing you ever do can fix it or make amends.
>almost failed high school cause most of my family started passing towards middle of second semester
>still live with parents
>work at a shit job
>I've been sheltered my whole life, can't cook for shit, don't know how to even talk to people
>never moved, but all my other friends moved away years ago
>realize that everyone that was there in my childhood is probably dead now
>mom cut me off from her side of the family for some fucking reason, even though they pretty much raised me
>don't know if they're alive
>every girl I've dated just thought I was "too much" and just blocked/stopped meeting up
>my dad is brainwashed from work, seriously isn't the same from back when I was a kid
>my mom has that "I'm always right attitude"
>uncle killed himself and my mom blamed it on me
>have almost no friends in highschool
>I can play four instruments but no one cares to listen
I'm not going to kill myself cause I know I have a whole life ahead of me, but damn the thought just crosses my mind sometimes
I really started getting sad when i was 14/15
My mom and dad were fighting a lot
My sister -who was the only one who actually cared about me next to my dad-
My brother who was just a chad-wannabe
This is a story about my dad who passed away yesterday.
>My mom and dad were fighting and i didn't want to hear the things she said about my dad
>my dad has always been financially struggling ever since he lost his job when i was 6
>But he always cared for me
>One day got really upset because of all the fighting
>I got on my bike and left
>Paddled for about 27 kilometers\
>Called my dad, Crying that i was lost and angry
>He picked me up 10 minutes after that
>The last time i actually had a chance to speak to him all he did was hug me and give me some change for the bus.
>Told me; ''I was not allowed to hang out with daddy anymore'' with tears in his eyes
>Had a really lonely childhood.
>Trouble making friends because i always thought i never had any friends except my dad
>tried contacting him via email, Skype, phone but he wouldn't answer any of them.
>Got more and more angry towards my mom and brother
>Always kept the change that he gave me for the bus
>It was about 25 euros wich was enough to go see my sister
>Kept it in a little vault
>Opened it and sniffed the change to get a happy thought about how dad used to hug me
>I tried taking the train to my sister, but i took the wrong train
>The police had to bring me back
>Call sister and she started sobbing when i told her dad would be out of our life
>Never saw him again
Turns out he killed himself and i am going to check out his appartment tonight
>I just miss him so much
I want to die /b/, I already tried to commit suicide but there is one problem. I was sitting in my bathtub with a rifle in my hands, ready to do something that would've made Kurt Cobain proud. But I couldnt, I just didnt want to die so meaningless by beeing just another peak in some statistic.
So about one month ago I technicly commited suicide in a different way. I signed up to join the peshmerga, one of the kurdish militias that are currently fighting agains Daesh in Northern Syria. My training will begin soon and I will leave my Home country in Europe probably forerver. I am most certainly going to die down there but i really couldnt care any less. atleast that way I get the chance to take some of the 'bad guys' with me.
Just wanted to tell this to someone so why not tell the people on the Image board that made me enjoy my life for the last 5 years even more.
Two choices as said before:
1. become a trap, shave your body, wear makeup and perfume, spend your evenings on your knees with two dicks balls deep into your holes, lose all self respect.
2. go out there now and start kicking the shit out of them, hitting them with anything to hand, beating them bloody and shouting like a crazed gorilla.
You might be arrested, and probably thrown out, but you will have regained your manhood 100%.
I have 51 years, I'm live in Falastin (on West side of Israel), I have come back to home from Syria for see my family and they no longer living here... I feel lost. For since 2007 visited this placesite why my English is spoken horrible, I'm sorry. I feel only like getting it off my chest feels. My name is Ahmed I miss them, it was 9 moths I have been back insha'allah what should do I should hunt them down? How have any of you done this and can advice to me? Asrokullila I am sorry speaking so bad, I have only lurk.
Don't know where to look I. We lived in South of Gazzah. It was something alike to (rural?) not many places or family to live with in. My grandson have 4 years when I leave, I was gone for 18 moth, he will still need school but that is all I have to reference. Asrokullila, but thank you for help
Find a way to tell someone who can help you. Find a way to get these fuckers punished. I see it's hard but find a way that you can just take the plunge.
E.g. try to report it online. You can write a few sentences saying you want help then you only need the courage long enough to click the submit button, then it's done.