What is your most cherished memory?

What is your most cherished memory?

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Reading your post, OP :)

Can't think of one.

I don't have a specific memory, but I'm happy knowing that I once had a friend in highschool that used to hang out with me a lot in my house. She was the first girl that ever invited me to her place.

>end of high school
>on school trip
>left my friends tent because they're drinking and doing dumb shit there
>go to oneitis' tent to sleep
>she's there with her best friend
>sleep between them with little space
>both press against me because it's cold

I still can't get over this. It felt so pure. I have never felt so good before that, and ever since. I wished that moment would never end. But it's all gone

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Went for a walk with her, opened up our hearts and minds. Then we walked to a moonlit field, looked into each others eyes and slow danced to "never tear us apart"

When I moved out to go to Uni back around late 2011 and early 2012. I dropped out, but I still miss living on my own for a bit.

>Last day before winter brake
>Go home
>Play bioshock for the first time
Not that great I guess

My dad got a girlfriend when I was 11 years old. She was an older woman, older than my dad actually. She was a c-word, pure evil. She would put on a goody innocent act in front of my dad but when he wasn't around, she would become satan's lovechild. My dad is a very kindhearted man so he always tried to assume the best of people, so he didn't catch on immediately that she was a faker.

I'm very shy and distrusting, especially of women so I didn't like her at all. However she didn't seem that bad at first. Eventually my dad let her live at our house because she was in a bad spot financially. As a result, she was often my babysitter. This is when her fangs started to show.

I was a special needs kid so for someone that wasn't trained, I was a very difficult child to talk to, but I wasn't misbehaving or anything. The worst I did was avoid her and not want to be around her. I had a thing about not talking to people so she would get mad when I didn't respond to her. She beat me a lot as a result and would constantly call me names and yell at me.

Even though I hated her, my dad was happy. So I just took it and kept the pain to myself. It didn't matter how little the thing, she flew off the handle with me. One day she got really mad at me, got a belt and beat me severely. She went too far though because my face had severe injuries. When my dad got home, he was horrified. He asked who did this. I didn't want to ruin everything for him so I was quiet. He begged me tell him. Eventually I told him everything.

I've never seen my dad so furious before in my life. He yelled at her and called her really bad stuff I won't repeat. My dad took her stuff and threw them onto the lawn, told her to leave before he beat her to death for touching me. He apologized to me after and always blamed himself for it, and promised me he'd never let it happen again. I cried in his arms for awhile.

I never blamed him for anything, I was just happy he loved me that much.

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the times i cuddled with my oneitis

Aww, that's really nice. Except the child abuse.

When she hugged me as I said goodbye to her

When my loli sex doll arrived at my house.

Graduating from college.
I have a brain disorder that makes it really hard to stick to a schedule and function without support from my family. So finally accomplishing something real was great.

A memory with a girl, the first person I probably actually cared for romantically, as we danced in the night.

I genuinely have no good or fond memories.

calling with my online friends all night

lay it on us old man

Unironically my wedding.
There was 7 people there; my wife and I, her parents, my parents, and a friend of hers who officiated it. The ceremony wasn't very long, we said our vows, said "I do" to one another and kissed, our parents took some pictures of us and we went home. We ordered Chinese for dinner, had sex on our living room floor, then we curled up on the couch and fell asleep.

A man is made of many memories

Alright, since we're a mentally ill and severely depressed bunch who love to wallow in each other's misery, I may as well contribute to this mentally ill festival.
>when I think about this story, I realize three crucial events that caused this
>a teacher's bonding activity
>me dodging class
>and an audacious beginning to a conversation, at least for me
>be me
>2014
>17
>senior class, new school
>physics
>my teacher has a bonding activity for the class
>fuckme.mp3
>we all have to write down things that make us happy
>fuckme.mp4
>blankly staring at the wall for what feels like an eternity
>there are four people at our table
>two are staring at me, visibly concerned
>the teacher comes over to our table
>looks at me and the girl across from me
>"user, it's been 10 minutes, why haven't you written anything down?"
>"I can't think of anything."
>girl across from me speaks
>"I'm with him."
>teacher looks at both us in utter disbelief
>"why don't you both work together, then?"
>we both look at each other
>she shrugs it off in a nonchalant way
>while my look, I'm sure at the time was in utter disarray
>she points to me
>"hey, you let's just make something up"
>"y-yeah, let's"
>we came up with superficial things that didn't apply to us
>we were initially supposed to find things in common with others
>the other two at our table went to another
>day finally ended
>ever since the first day of school she stared at me in class
>at my very best i'm a 6/10
>I'm not used to it
>not sure how to respond to it either
>got placed somewhere where I don't have to look in her direction
>silverlinings.jpeg
>fast forward through the year
>the day was september 21st
>like sixth period
>feigned being sick to go to the nurse's office
>wanted to waste enough time until school ends
cont?

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At the moment, it's the one where I thought my mirror image was some girl. :3

MOAR, I need some happier feels

Sitting on a park bench with my exgf head on my laps. I still come back to that lazy summer day everytime i'm angry. It was so... serene. That bench is my happy place I will probably never visit again.

>2016
>had a toxic crush on an oneitis, which had led me to be suicidaly depressed for an entire year
>end up one evening with a bunch of friends. I had a good time and I changed my entire perception on life. I let go of that crush and turned my life back around, for good.
>I was so happy that day.

Around the end of 8th grade and a 3 day school trip we had then. That was the only time I felt like my life was going in the right direction.

i dont remember
bloxx

That's the spirit!
>wanted to waste enough time until school ends
>and guess who was there
>submit your votes
>it's that same girl from before
>she was crying on one of the beds
>the moment she saw me, she smiled
>I blushed upon seeing that
>give the nurse my note, tell her I just want to rest
>sit down on the one diagonally from her
>decide to say "are you alright?"
>she's sounded mildly shocked from me saying that
>"yeah, you?"
>we have an awkward conversation
>she ends the conversation by going over to me and picking up my phone off my bed
>whatthefuck.psd
>she hands me my phone back
>contact registered
>"you better send me a text, okay?"
>"y-yeah"
>she waved before going out of the door
not only was there the small miracle of a girl deciding to talk to me, but she just forcefully gave me her number
>I send her a text right after school ended
>she responded almost immediately
>she told me to meet her at a certain place behind the school
>my mom was the only person I lived with, and she was always working at those hours
>see her behind the school
>she grabs my wrist
>"follow me, user"
>she takes me to what I believe is her apartment
>the only shoes I see are hers
>place is hardly decorated
>ask her where her parents are
>she tells me her dad is a CEO of a company he inherited
>her mom died giving birth to her
>her dad fucks around a lot with other women, he's almost never there, probably has loads of kids she doesn't know about
>she tells me to take a seat while she gets me something to drink
>she comes back with drinks and potato salad
>it's really fucking good

Life before taking oxy.

>I'm 18, it's 2013.
>I'm in Spain for a class trip, only my A-level Spanish class is going.
>Even though we're a collection of different groups, we get along well, no drama, all helping eachother out, no meanness
>We go around Barcelona, are allowed to drink by our teachers, generally just feel like adults for the first time
>We go to Cadaques to see Dali's house and museum, dope as fuck
>stop by a pub next to the bay, can see the rocks Dali used in many of his paintings
>sitting on a sun lounger next to a good buddy, total chad but really down to earth
>sitting there, perfect heat, sea breeze, friends near by, drinking a coke
>life felt ok then
>this was 5 years ago
>you haven't felt close to this good since
>everything else has been downhill
>all of these people are doing well, you are the one that didn't make it

ah I just made myself sad

I honestly can't think of anything. Hopefully DMC3 and KH3 can bring some excitement into my meaningless life.

DMC5*, obviously

>needless to say I ate a lot, I've hardly ate that much for the past few days
>there was almost no food at my house, and I was studying for my two math classes I had to take
>probably about a few minutes later
>I feel like death
>keep on getting sudden exhaustion
>I think I'm about to pass out from low blood sugar
>she goes over to me
>she puts her arm over me, keeps on asking me if i'm okay
>I wake up much later on a couch, it's visibly nighttime
>my body feels really hot
>I have quite possibly the worst headache imaginable
>and my limbs feel like they're impossible to move
>the warmth I felt
>don't tell me
>jesuschristmydick.exe
>she was laying on top of me
>she must have been awake
>because she got out of the blanket
>she crawled towards my face
>she bit my left ear softly and whispered
>"do you remember?"
>"the 21st night of september?"
>"love was changing the minds of pretenders"
>"while chasing the clouds away"

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wow it's a good thing i read the last line first

>married
why the fuck are you posting here?

My sister and I walked together from school every day and on every Friday we'd get a personal sized pizza from the gas station. It tasted pretty bland from what I can remember, but we didn't have much, so it was nice being able to treat ourselves to something.
Almost any memory I have with my sister growing up I cherish.

I have autism. I feel like I fit in here and I've been on here since before I met my wife.