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Why I can't stop thinking about my ex, now I have a amazing new girlfriend she is supportive and all that but sometimes when I'm in my bed at night I think of her she is somewhere and I'm here, not waiting just here. Getting super depressed bc of this, I don't want to hurt my new girlfriend but I just can't get my ex off my head, the worst memories are not the sad ones but the good times I've had with her and remembering that I'm never going to experience them again with her

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DRAGON SHOUT

How about finishing resolving the emotions you obviously still have with your ex before going to start a new relationship hoping the new bitch will make you forget the old one?
You deserve the turmoil.

I'm so lonely this weekend... I can't distract myself from it.

There's a very sad, quiet kind of nerd rage when you've been jerking your wet rope for five hours, and all you want to do is play a classic NES game, and then your controller decides that it's just done with you.

No input. You check every connection, and windows chirps its retarded congratulatory message about your device being ready to go, but that doesn't matter. Nothing matters.

You've restarted your machine and switched to a different emulator, and the buttons are as meaningless when you press them as your life seems to be.

What are we doing here?

You haven't had an authentic connection with another human being In Red Lobster for longer than you can remember.

Life is little more than a distraction of simulacra that passes the time until you can sleep.

But even though it's half-past six in the morning on a Saturday, you only woke up sometime around early evening the day prior, and you know that it's going to take more whiskey than you have to make yourself pass out again.

The convenience store clerk expressed his concern over your heavy smoking habit, and you actually thought it was kind of sweet of him to care.

This is not the life you want, but it's the life you live.

I'm going to see you today. I've been looking forward to this all week but today.. I feel sad, down.. I don't know why. I love you and I've missed you but I feel sad as the hour comes ever closer

So my fiancée walked in on me while I was taking a perched poo. I... I don't know how this will effect the relationship.

BEST NEWS EVER
BEST DAY EVER
MWHAHAHA

Wait for me, love
I will come to you.

Nintendo has removed every trace of Super Mario All-Stars for the SNES, which was your only other hope.

Why? Because fuck you, that's why.

You don't matter.

Your childish whimsy is no more than a cancer that you can't afford to treat.

Everything that brings you joy has a price tag, and the numbers don't look good.

I hope you like playing with dirt, because that's about all you can really afford to do.

I really want to fuck an absolute landwhale and have her degrade me and bully me and act like a total bitch.

Don't just fuckin autism up this thread with caps, give deets

I haven't had sex with my wife for over a month.

I don't have feelings, I don't know if I make sense but the way we broke up left me like I didn't get all the answers and I know i won't it's just the way it is but sometimes i still think about tje good times, now I'm just hoping to make new good memories with the new girl.
Anyway thanks for reading my rambling, I hope everything is going well for you my friend

If they didn't knock first, they knew what they were potentially getting into.

You have the moral high ground, but that's never done anyone any good when it comes to arguments with significant others, so it really depends on how pungent the air was when they unceremoniously opened the door.

If they really think there's someone out there whose shit don't stink, though, then they have a lot to learn.

"Perched poo" is a hilarious phrase, though. Bravo.

Nice, do you write often? I like the way you put your ideas

>a month
Oh boy, nobody tell him.

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I know this feeling, you can sense the time it's near, just try to enjoy the time you have together still and don't think too much, thinking too much can ruin a lot of things. Godspeed in your life my man

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so what the fuck it do everybody

>be that sad dude, no intentions to change, lonely, dark minded, heartbroken
>change to a narcissistic douche with a new haircut, dress nice, work part time teenage job, attend parties, chase alchool, crave real luv, transform from a boy to a man, from a man to a god

>I don't know what's up but this life is too good for me, I feel like I don't deserve living like this, I've become everything I hate and I'm chasing no hope

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Had a dream about meeting my ex again, telling her how I feel, and nuzzling my face in her big chest pillows for comfort. Woke up and was extremely sad. Wish I could get over her so I could move on and try to find another good woman to build a life with.

Just remember, you're the vessel of the culmination of thousands of years of ancestral struggle. Treat yourself right and hold your head high.

She's cheating on you. Once a woman loses sexual attraction for you she will rationalize treating you like a subhuman and cheating on you. Shell try to make you think it's or fault. Get a lawyer and start hiding your money. End this relationship asap, if might hurt but get it over with like a bandaid.

Yeah, that'll happen after a while. Eventually you'll feel like fucking her, though, and hopefully that will stave off the sinking feeling that all you really have is someone who will let you put your dick in them who you happen to sort of like most of the time.

Marriage is really dumb, for the most part, and your best hope is that you wind up being friends with benefits, but for some reason the idea of just having a few friends with benefits is some kind of anathema to the fucking universe, so it seems like you either have to go with marriage or a life of sad loneliness.

Unless you're under forty, that is. You might still have a shot if you're young.

Meh. Maybe. She could just be fapping a lot to whatever porn she's into. That doesn't mean you get to, because she probably still feels bad thinking about you shooting your load into imaginary women who aren't her, but she knows there's nothing she can do about it.

You might try talking about it with her, but then again, you might also just end the relationship and hide your money.

Neither one worked for me, though.

Thanks, I tend to boil over into a state of sheer disgust with my existence and then just pour out the boiling water over the tea-leaves of chinese-cabbage-farming forums.

It's a heady scent, but I sort of like stale fart-smell, so I'm lucky.

>she says this is not my house, i don't pay rent so i don't get to make major changes or control anything
>also her: can you handle all my bills and troublesome official matters plzzzzz?
>oops i "aCciDEnTLy" might have spent the bill money. can you front it? you know, since you're living here rent free anyway. what do you need savings for? help ME out!

Fucking leech ass selfish manipulative cunt

well i think God is jealous and won't let any girl have sex with me because of that. i've had so many chances and what not that i don't even understand how it didn't happen to me yet. i've had my dick sucked and also kissed a lot of girls but still haven't fucked one.. i'm not even ugly or anything but it's just that i think God is really jealous and doesn't let me do it.. most people think i get laid and stuff but the truth is i just don't at all and i sometimes feel like shit about it..

F-Zero is gone, too.

If the download opens to an .exe, then it's a trap - your only hope is if it's a .zip, and none the fucking fuck of them are when you're looking for F-Zero, it seems.

Well, that's another thing I used to have that's gone forever, because fuck you, that's why.

It doesn't matter that you owned anything, ever, at any time, nor how much you treasured it, or how much control you had over whatever happened to the physical media on which it might be recorded.

Everything is impermanent. All you have are memories of what you thought you had, and when the ledgers are tallied, you might just find out to your chagrin that you have exactly two things: jack and shit.

At least jack mixes with diet coke pretty well, though, and shit can be flushed.

So fondly recall your better days. They're all you've ever had.

Big mood.

You do have feelings. Denying them won't make them go away.
You said you can't stop thinking about the ex. Then you said when you remember the good times it makes you depressed.
Depressed is a FEELING.
If it truly is just being nostalgic about it, why get to the point of being depressed?
You're lying to yourself.
Get real. If it truly is just happy memories, allow you to feel that shit and get over yourself.
So what? Happy memories! Great. Be glad you had them and enjoy living in the present.

He's just a fucking waste. It's a damn shame. Potential there but that's all it is.
He lives in fantasy. Between the bs fed to him by his family, to his obsession with vidya and porn, the poor fuck boy doesn't ever have a chance at a real life.
Dumbass

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How's your situation like user?

I wish I could never have to poop again.

Everything would be so much simpler. I wouldn't have this whole menu of food to digest. I wouldn't be as hard on myself. I wouldn't feel as ashamed, embarrassed, or uncertain of the status of my colon.

I wouldn't have to worry about "eating," I could be looking at anything and there wouldn't be this same hunger, there wouldn't be a sense of wanting to eat, I wouldn't have to settle for whatever meal happens to be available because that's probably what's going to happen after I break down and go to to the drive-thru, I wouldn't have to be dependent on food.

Not just not having to poop again. Imagine if you didn't need sustenance at all. I heard someone say they would be happy to just float as a ghost in the wilderness. I wish I could be like that... ironically, that was the same guy that I don't want to be around because he's the same pompous douchebag that's fucking that one chick. Every conversation with him is just about him. But imagine being able to be like that and somehow see no repercussions, to not care about others in the slightest nor get mad nor do anything because unlike him, you would just have no digestive tract.

Just buttholeless, alone, psychotic, rich enough to do nothing forever except megatons of drugs and video games until eventually you just feel nothing.

But mostly, it would just be great to never have to poop again...

STD

Lol. It's like a badly written existential play that a tenth-grader has to turn in tomorrow morning or risk failing the quarter?

It's like a carefully scripted masterpiece of failure that intends to teach the reader some lesson of morality that neither the author nor the audience can quite figure out in terms of what is exactly being suggested?

It's like a soft rain that falls which fails to effect any change but creating the mud-pits that you're almost surely going to slip in sometime later on?

I'm trying to be optimistic about my future. It's really fucking hard.

The humor of this is sort of lost without the original post.

>I wish I could be asexual.
Everything would be so much simpler. I wouldn't have this whole set of things to get over. I wouldn't be as hard on myself. I wouldn't feel as ashamed, embarrassed, or uncertain.
I wouldn't have to worry about being "alone", I could be friends with anyone and there wouldn't be this same jealousy, there wouldn't be a sense of inferiority, I wouldn't have to settle for whoever happens to come by because that's probably what's going to happen then after I settle, I wouldn't have to be dependent on them.
Not just asexual. Imagine if you didn't need people at all. I heard someone say they would be happy to just live alone out in the woods. I wish I could be like that... ironically, that was the same guy that I don't want to be around because he's the same pompous douchebag that's fucking that one chick. Every conversation with him is just about him. But imagine being able to be like that and somehow see no repercussions, to not care about others in the slightest nor get mad nor do anything because unlike him, you would just be asexual.
Just asexual, alone, psychopathic, rich enough to do nothing forever except megatons of drugs and video games until eventually you just feel nothing.
But mostly, it would just be great to be asexual...

>this

this is breath taking.

Okay, so it's actually still out there, but it was really hard to find.

But at least it's somewhere.

My wife up and stopped having sex with me for an entire year after our second child, she got stressed, depressed, and... Kids, man. Got her some wellbutrin and she's up and running, only a few times a month but man we've been married over 15 yrs. Lots of reasons women lose their sex drive especially since theirs isn't as crazy as ours to begin with.

I wish I knew what to do with those breaths.

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For me, it's the same. I don't know where I am going, what for, or how to do it.

It's like I'm drowning above water.
We can get through this. Hopefully, that is.

>theirs isn't as crazy as ours to begin with

Yeah, it is. Maybe instead of Welbutrin™ she just needs a bunch of dick that's not yours, and you don't like it.

Calling women crazy for their sex drive is a pretty old game, man.

Isn't it time to just admit you've lost it?

but i definitly love that feeling.

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>We can get through this. Hopefully, that is.

I mean, like "get through this" means a lot of things.

I'm definitely where you're at, and to me, every day I don't kill myself is basically an achievement of will, but it's also really sort of a testament to laziness, because killing yourself takes a lot of effort.

But my body keeps telling me I'm alive, so until it doesn't, I assume I'm getting through whatever I have to.

If the larger, meta-"getting through this" that you imply is nothing more than that, well, I'm not mad at it. For all I know, I'm doing the best that I possibly can, and that's basically all I have left.

"Drowning above water" is a pretty fucking poetically prescient way to put it, though.

Oxygen is useless when you're dead.

Dubs confirm that making someone breathless is super-awesome, no contest.

Leo FTW

>buttblasted faggot can't read
>automatically assumes cheating at every possible junction

I thought personality disorders were a tranny thing. Huh, learn something new every day. Kill yourself.

I hate niggers so fucking much more than I thought!

I wanna be a murderer

ATTENTION ROASTIES : EVERY BBC YOU RIDE WHILE YOUR PUNY ONIONS HUWHITE BF STAYS AT HOME CRYING WHILE JERKING OFF WILL RESULT IN CONSEQUENCES. DIRE CONSEQUENCES. *pumps shotgun*

but what makes you better than what you hate ?

you want what ? do worst ? maybe it's better to leave it.

they problably don't do that on purpose just to make you hatin' you know.

would you not hate being descriminated for something you didn't do on purpose or literally just following what you always did ?

atleast explain yourself.

Pls abduct me alien overlords

>I thought personality disorders were a tranny thing

Not really. Trannies tend to dissociate with the gender to which their body has been assigned by their appearance to others, but it's definitely not the only way to develop a personality disorder.

I mean, I basically feel like a teenage girl trapped in a middle-aged man's body, but I'm also a cis-het male, so I basically want to fuck myself.

I've been pretty good at that, so far, on a figurative level, though, so I guess I should consider it an achievement.

You do realize that killing yourself takes a lot of planning and work, though, don't you?

I mean, it's a thing people say, but if you really think it through, like... you have to buy a gun or jump off a sufficiently tall platform, and then there's all that uncertainty involved with your missing the part of your brain that wouldn't just render you comatose, or hitting the water with the wrong impact and severing your spine up to the point where you wind up a vegetable who people argue about pulling the plug on, but nobody wants to because they figure it's easier to just hope you get better, even if you never do.

These are things to consider.

Okay

>teenage girl trapped in a middle-aged man's body
>but I'm also a cis-het male, so I basically want to fuck myself.

Ever thought it's because you want to fuck a teenage girl? Jesus christ you guys are dumb.

I have no sympathy for trannies. It's all about creepy low sex with kids.

I’m really inconsistent when I talk to people I don’t know very well. I want to know how they respond to x y z. It’s like a way of gatekeeping for me. Is this normal?

I'm really tired. In the process of opening this reply box I almost started to cry thinking of what I wanted to say. I have been in a new relationship for about 4 months now and everything has changed. Lots of change that was inevitably necessary in my life, but a product of that change was the inevitable acknowledgement of so much personal weakness, as well as the generation of more personal uncertainty than I've ever had--like the opposite of peace of mind. This relationship has been a catalyst for me to deeply question my faith, something that has been a cornerstone for me for many years and the light of my life. It's also made me acknowledged an overwhelming amount of ego and pride in my own heart, that was badly damaged, and continues to be damaged, as a result of my psychological erectile dysfunction issues which have presented themselves unexpectedly, but persistently. I am overjoyed to have the partner that I do, so supportive and loving and worthy of my love and investment, but This process is really taking it out of me. I'm tired, and I'm having trouble getting out of my own way, so to speak. Trying to control things that work so much better when you're just present in the moment, which seems to be becoming increasingly difficult. I just wanted to say I'm tired, and this process sucks, but I do believe that there is a light at the other side of this tunnel. If you do believe in God please send me a prayer.

I'm pretty sure God hates me.

Good news: you are!

This world kills hundreds of thousands of people every day, sometimes just because they were born in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Somebody just starved to death right now.

Somebody else just got shot in the head, and it rendered them incapable of redirecting their cerebral functions in time to maintain their autonomic nervous system.

Car accidents, industrial atrocities, viruses that should have been obsolete a hundred years ago, you-name-it - someone is being murdered by a thing you could have intervened to change at so rapid a rate that it's dizzying to keep track of.

So, pretend that you wanted them to die, and there you go: you're a fucking murderer.

Does it matter if it's your hand on the trigger or the wheel?

Not really. It's a question of intention.

Drink up your murder-juice, user. You deserve its rich flavor of suffering.

Thx
xoxo

Gay guys like ancient Greek art because it was acceptable to fuck little boys then.

My dreams have been very vivid and strange now every night.

>Ever thought it's because you want to fuck a teenage girl?

I'm sort of assuming that any middle-aged cis-het male wants to fuck a teenage girl. It's not exactly newsworthy.

And if it's consensual, then there's literally nothing wrong with it, provided both parties are equally willing.

But seeing as how I feel like a teenage girl trapped in a middle-aged man's body, I also recognize how unlikely it is that I'd be willing to fuck a middle-aged cis-het male, and if it did happen, how impossible it would be to explain to anyone else as anything but some kind of coercion or manipulation.

Are you new here?

>if it's consensual, then there's literally nothing wrong with it

Laws in place because kids can't consent.

>But seeing as how I feel like a teenage girl trapped in a middle-aged man's body, I also recognize how unlikely it is that I'd be willing to fuck a middle-aged cis-het male

Again, you want to fuck a teenager, not an adult male. Duh.

I hate my therapist, and I can’t wait to not go there anymore.

>Laws in place because kids can't consent.

18 is still a teenager, you nit. I'm not talking about having sex with minors.

>Again, you want to fuck a teenager, not an adult male. Duh.

What does that even mean?

That's the mark of a really bad therapist.

I had a psychiatrist who told me after four months of sessions that "maybe I just wasn't a happy person."

I'm glad that it was the last time I had to see her, though, so I grok you, bro.

You specified a teenager for a reason. I doubt you had an 18 year old in mind dirty pedo.

I had a dream that I sucked his dick. There was no sexual attraction, I just felt obligated. Nasty dream.

Noice

>Does it matter if it's your hand on the trigger or the wheel?
Yeah, it does. I couldn’t be happier people are dying right now because of me, but it’s not enough. I wanna be covered in blood

He’s closet gay, isn’t he. Why wasn’t he just honest from the beginning? Just...

It makes more sense than I would expected, thanks for the words user.
I gonna try and leave this shit behind, godspeed my friend

All my therapists have been shitty. Not really helping the apathetic side of “me”.

Yes, he is. He hates women, that's your first clue.

>I doubt you had an 18 year old in mind dirty pedo

Oh, so you project some kind of child-lust on me, and then you hold me accountable for it because you "doubt" I had an 18-year-old in mind.

You're such a filthy piece of shit to do that.

It's very obvious that you want me to be some kind of child-predator, but I'm gonna have to disappoint you.

I know the denial run deep in you. So much so that you have to delude yourself into thinking you're an underage teen girl that wants to fuck yourself. Creep.

>I wanna be covered in blood

Have you considered taking a shift at a slaughterhouse?

No, seriously.

There are a lot of them around, and just straight up murdering living creatures might just do you some good, and there's always a lot of blood there.

You seem very passionate about your murder, and there's so much of it around that it seems a shame for your talents to go to waste.

Phillip it's adorable how in love you are with him.

I’m so disappointed in you C
At least I saw it coming

Well, if you expect your therapist to be able to change you from being apathetic, then you have overestimated their ability, lol.

Your apathetic side is what keeps you alive, after all - imagine what it would be like if you felt the need to fight every battle that you had a moral judgement about... you'd be dead in a week.

I'm so happy that I don't give a shit what you think of me.

>thinking you're an underage teen girl that wants to fuck yourself

Here's a nice lesson: "feels like" does not mean "believes yourself to be."

You can feel like a fucking attack-helicopter, but it doesn't mean that you're going to lay waste to the hillside of any villages anytime soon.

I'm not fucking delusional, you idiot.

The fact that this makes you so uncomfortable actually says a lot, though. I don't really expect you to understand, but I'd like not to be misrepresented, if that's possible.

What did I do?

It’s not you. I promise.

>tranny
>multiple paragraphs of rambling autistic bullshit

Like pottery.

You "feel like" one so eventually you dress like one to look like one. No, no...perfectly sane and not delusional at all. I understand it's all about sex and you're a pervert.

It makes me feel dead inside.