ITT post greentexts on disappointing or embarrassing situations.

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>crush finds out
>hear them talking to a friend about it
>hear more and more kids laughing at me about my crush over the next few days
>overhear stuff about a surprise on Valentine's day
>get tentatively excited
>actually shave my pubic area that morning in hope of sex
>during lunch, talk to old bio teacher about cancer cells
>see everyone who was super excited before get really disappointed
>figure I missed it
>go home and cry
>see a letter on 4chan
>think it may be them
>respond as if it were
>continue seeing posts like that one
>seem to be having a dialogue with this person, though they typically never respond to my posts directly
>everything makes sense that some of the posts are really them (lots of signs)
>things go downhill and more and more to shit
>see a post that I think is theirs that basically was a goodbye and well-wishes
>thread appears to flood with disapproving Anons
>think it's because of what I said
>have been losing weight and not sleeping properly due to paranoia
>be eventually too scared to keep going to school
>get thrown in a long-term loony bin
>write an apology/explanation/love letter to crush
>hear voices there that try to convince me that I was a racist, an asshole, a child molester,
>they say that they were there because crush killed themselves and they wanted to avenge their death
>they say that crush was dead for 7 days and then rose back to life
>voices go on nearly 24/7 for over two months, lying about me and criticizing my thoughts and actions
>mfw I think that the voices are real for the majority of it: :(
>get convinced that they're not real by finally believing someone that they didn't hear the "conference call" (the voices) after so many people kept telling me that the voices weren't real
>get out of loony bin
>eventually ask what crush thought of the letter (I put a lot of work in--9 pages, handwritten)
>they say that they think it was written in a delusional state and that pretty much none of it made sense
(cont.)

>>38746237
The brain finds patterns anon. The TV has talked to me before. Spooky

>>38746237
(cont.)
>be on good terms though--called me "honey" at some point
>know I'm not the only one, but feel good anyway
>talk about unrelated stuff for a bit
>see that they're going to a party I'll be at
>get nervous
>be one of the first people at the party (earlier today)
>they show up quite a while in because of another obligation
>get very nervous
>have normal group conversation nonetheless
>things are going alright--or so I think
>overhear them and their friends talking trash about me
>hear some things that suggest that they may have been lying about not knowing what the letter was about
>still not know how much of all of this was real vs. paranoia
> feel like ;.;

>>38746367
That's interesting because my friend mentioned that same idea the other day when we were talking about some of this.

Bump for more interesting greentexts. I'm feeling bored and curious.

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>be me
>in 9th grade
>watch porn and crush on other people
>family are christcuck moralfags and so am i
>feel incredibly guilty everyday for getting boners
>go to school
>have a small group of friends i talk to
>conversation turns to porn
>ok, this is my chance to tell everyone what a great moralfag i am
>"so anon, have you ever watched porn?"
>"yeah, one time. wasn't every good"
>"so you don't ever watch porn"
>"i try to but the joke's on them pornstars, i don't get erections haha"
>news spreads throughout highschool
>everyone seriously thinks this is true
>mfw

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>be in 3rd grade
>field trip to a playground in a nearby town
>mom was chaperoning
>crossing a field from some sort of contraption to the group I wanted to be friends with but no one in my grade liked me
>there's a small pool of water connected to a concrete pipe right in front of me
>going fast, going to jump over it
>even if I fall short, its just a small puddle. I can see the tips of the grass
>jump
>fall short
>realize as Im falling that it is actually bits of grass floating in murky water
>fell into a completely full drainage ditch
>get completely submerged
>come back up
>covered head to toe in nasty, rank muddy water so black you'd think it was sewage
>have to shamble over to my mom across the playground
>everyone can see me
>she was talking with the teacher, and I can still remember the look on her face
>end up having to brush gunk out of my teeth the park bathroom and sitting on piles upon piles of plastic bags and coverings so I could ride home