Feelsthread?

Right, greentext form and Zach's real name is Daniel so yeah here goes:
>On with story...
>Prepare to unleash sneeze that will make dogs in China beg for their deaths.
>bikeshed girl turns around with a look on her face that can only be compared to the face of the tiger himself, George Clemenceau.
>falconpunch.JPEG2000
>Pretty sure there were floating stars above my head
>Pass out and wake up with head against her wheel
>In the distance I see it Zach/Daniel running like Usain Bolt trying not to lose his record after AI finally rise to power
>feelsbadman
>look up and I see it, or should i say I see her
>Bright blonde hair, pale blue eyes (swear i could hear the lou reed song in my head) and this pale skin you only find on sweaty neckbeards
>fucking11/10.ricardogonzales
>I couldn't believe this masterpiece of Jehova was the "bikeshed" girl Daniel had spent so much time fearing and whispering about.
>She said three words that I think shattered me to the bone
>"Do you bleed?"

Yeah I contemplated that on many occasions

pretty good story so far, user. Please continue

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(OP) sorry about the slight cliffhanger and the fucking batman vs superman line but that is exactly what she said, it is one of the few things I remember and it still makes me laugh to this day.
>On with the story
>"do you bleed?"
>"No you hit me in the eye, it'll only bruise so no blood"
> "good"
>"Y-yeah i guess its good but you still hit me in the eye."
>"Don't sneeze on girls, asshole"
>Oh shit right in the haze of the punching and the Usain Bolt-ing of my friend I had forgotten the missing piece of the map
>My dumb, piece of shit ass had tried to fake sneeze on her
It may seem like a dick move but I needed friends so being an asshole to make Daniel laugh was the way to go, plus I didn't know she was a Aphrodite herself (probably misspelled)
Anyway...
>I slowly get back onto my feet and she steps back as she reminds herself of the fact that she is no taller than 5'3
>"I'm really sorry about that my asshole friend told me to do that."
>Then with her cold, Scandinavian accent she said
>"that asshole is not your friend and you are a dumb cunt so fuck off"
>remembered that part quite well
I forget more as the story goes on.
>she pushes me back, gets on her bike and rides away from me and I feel nothing, nothing but defeat - a recurring feeling in this tale.

Oh thanks man I thought people on here would just call me a fag and to die so thanks

Also I'm typing this in multiple posts so I can keep people interested let me know if I should change it up

I suggest you keep it to this one thread so we can see it quicker

BACK TO THE STORY
-Quick sidenote- This is going to be a long one so if you're not interested in sticking around I am okay with that.
>The next few days after "the punching" roll by with the speed of a snail superglued to a shenmue cutsene - great comparisons I know
>I can recall it was a friday afternoon
>About 3 days since incident (happened on a tuesday)
>I had a double period of history on fridays and because we were learning about the industrial revolution I spent the better part of 140 mins exploring my life together with bikeshed girl (betafag i know)
-Another sidenote- For those that care I was probably a 6-7/10 and was most likely unpopular because I had trouble expressing my feelings with others (oh shit whats up doppelgangers)
Back to story:
>Finally, the bell rang and I was free at last, free to go home,shitpost and contemplate suicide like a real edgy teenager.
>But that's not how my day would go
>Far from it
>I once again began my tolkienesque journey from school to home, this time alone
>Walking past the bikeshed I felt the same feeling I felt after returning consciousness a few days earlier
>There she was
I forgot to mention her absence for the past few days (Probably wasnt because of the assault she'd committed)
>My heart tightened
>Colourful flying insects formed in my stomach
>But I didn't approach her, I stared for what felt like millenniums, bowed my head in shame and self-loathing and power walked away
>Until I heard it
>"HEY!"
>She had greeted me with the sheer power and motivation only found in Boudica (probably another misspelling)

It'll all probably stay in this thread, just in different replies for 2 reasons:
1.I'm a retard when it comes to Jow Forums
2.I have already began and I don't think changing the format is a good idea now

Quick side note from a reader, i'm probably gonna go to bed soon, but i have this page bookmarked and i'll check again in the morning of my timezone
>inb4 going to bed at all is for virgins

So continue posting while one of us is gone

I'm just going to put this out there, I'm not writing this story for anyone but myself. It has been haunting me since It happened and maybe typing it'll help. I don't know if it'll help but it's better than sitting around and killing my liver -oh wait-
BACK TO THIS MASTERPIECE:
>Bikeshed girl said "HEY!"
>I turned around like those cliche "its behind you" scenes
>There she stood...bikeshed girl in all her glory
>And holy shit her hair was long
>This next part is kind of emotional after I realised what this meant.
>"Uhhh hi?"
>"Hello"
>"Hi"
>"Hello"
You know those awkward beginnings to text chats where both parties are just greeting each other over and over again...imagine that but in real life.
>"Uh what do you want" I said with what I can assume was an anxious stutter.
>"Your name"
>"My name? Why?"
>"Because I feel sorry, you shouldn't have friends like that and I shouldn't have hit you"
Hearing her say this was akin to seeing John Wayne Gacey proclaiming about the importance of stranger danger
>"It's fine" I blurted out with my blunt demeanour seeping through this facade of levelheadedness
>"It is not fine, you need friends... my name is Amelia"
NOT HER REAL NAME
>I couldn't hide the smile
>somehow all of my worries were gone... it must have been pure adrenaline at this point
>With the smile of a madman I stuck out my hand
>"I am user"
>She recoiled at my hand, much to my disappointment
>she quickly recovered and thrusted her hand to meet mine
>I could see slight pain as I gripped her hand with little force
>"Am I hurting you?"
>Feeling like superman I enquired as to where this pain originated
>I was shocked to hear the pain from the punch still remained
>But what did I know about punching?
>We quickly exchanged BBM pins (I know) and then we began our "trial period"

My friend sleep well and I may even be finished by morning, who knows

Gonna take a quick 10 min typing break to get a drink...bookmark if you're enjoying, or not.

i recommend making rnadom posts to keep this thread out of the archive, i wish to partake in this thread

If partaking is what you desire, then partake my good friend.

After reading a reply I must say, feel free to shitpost this fred 3:camp fred if you please I'll still continue my story it doesn't bother me

I do want you to finish yours first, though. I dont wish to interrupt on this intrigueing story of yours

On with the great tale of Amelia:
>The first week of the "trial period" goes surprisingly well
>despite our seemingly contrasting personalities we get on well over message
>She tells me all about her interests and her dreams heck she even told me about her moving to England from her home, Poland.
>Over time, she began to ask about me
>I'm a surprisingly multi-threaded person; I enjoy basic things like video games and anime (sorry to call them basic) but I also love playing music and learning about psychology
>I actually got an email back from Howard Gardner (harvard psych prof) but thats another tale
>SHE LOVED MUSIC
>When I told her I played she made the all too painful joke
>"marry me"
I hate when people do that
>moving on, the "friendship trial period" ended and we were offically friends.
>It's fair to say...I was in awe of her.
>It was strange, after the trial period was completed, I was finally allowed to speak to her in public (to beta to argue before this)
>I was pretty happy
>I asked if she wanted to go to town with me that Saturday because I wanted to buy a coat with the money my grandmother gave me for Easter
I know I skipped over a month essentially but I'm going as fast as possible

Yes and that is why I have made my name appear as OP this is a long story so it'll be a wait your posts will be distinct from mine. If you really dont want to halt the story but still wish to input you can leave feedback or just make predictions or have a discussion about characters.

Good story user, i'm off to bed. I'll read your thread in the morning. Oh, and please continue to post so the archivers dont come along, i wish to contribute.

When are you going to finish the story I need to go to sleep but this is so intrigant

I want to get a job but I don't have much of anything to give
I don't meet even half of any job's requirements

keep trying my man you will succeed, returning from failure is the key to success

also i just wrote so much and my page refreshed
>KILLMENOW

I feel kinda bad because you guys will miss out on a bit of detail but I wrote a long explanation of our first time going to town and then it got deleted so here's a brief summary...please forgive my idiocy:
-Got the bus, was worrying
-Meet her
-Get lunch
-Get jacket I wanted
-Turns to night
-Get bus but I get off at her stop, don't care about walking home at night.
Also this wasn't meant to be greentext it's just a list of events - sorry again about the deletion

Im here all night
Im posting all the time

Also now I have this abnormal fear of being archived so if any of you Jow Forums aficionados can help me, how long does this have to go without a post to get archived?

Just post as fast as possible user, in waiting

Right...Back to the story I guess:
>This part plays in my mind very often
>We're walking down this side road that leads to her apartment block (big city)
>Rainy night, slippy streets
>She doesn't fall completely over, she just kind of slips a little
>I hold her
>Not a full on grab, more of a prevention from any further falling
>She literally flings herself out of my hands
>Falls the floor and my coat is drenched
>And, to top it off, she begins to sob
I should've fucking known
>I kneel next to her and enquire about her weeping
>She remains silent but points at the water on her coat
>She seems so disappointed with herself
Call me a fag but who the fuck could be mad at that.
>I try to console her but my social ineptitude holds me back
>She hands me the coat, apologises and walks away
>I suppose any sane man would have followed but something about her demeanour just kept me from pushing

Just for the record guys I'm going as fast as possible but I'm also trying to do the story justice by dramatising SLIGHTLY and using my very best vocabulary

Also how is my Jow Forums jargon?

Also, Daniel's importance to the story sheds it's light a bit later, for those of you that remember him

ON WITH THIS STORY:
>I walked the walk home with conflicting emotions in my head
>Happiness over the brilliant day and my beautiful best friend
>And sadness over the events of only a few minutes prior
>But me being me I jumped on BBM and immediately felt better after reconciling with her.
>She apologised and, fearing pushiness, I stopped pursuing the situation...but it stayed in the back of my mind and it still does.
Fast forward a month or so and that event is long forgotten.
>We had began spending time at each others houses, mostly hers due to an alcoholic single mum and a self proclaimed "otaku" older brother...not important.
>It was her family life that I was involved with
>She lived with her mother and her step-father, Kenny.
They were nice but I'm going to be honest, Kenny was one of those people who were "too nice" it always creeped me out.
>As we spent more and more time together our bond grew stronger and we were really becoming the closest of friends.
Not to foreshadow but I always had a feeling that there was something she was hiding. I guess you'll learn what that was.

Also this story will eventually take a dark turn but I mean this is a feels thread so...

>Eventually I began to walk Amelia home
>We'd talk and laugh and we'd basically look like we were in love
Not to get all liliad on you guys but it did feel like I was kinda feeling in love -DONT SHOOT ME IM A ROBOT I SWEAR-
>Much to my disdain we arrived at her house and our walking home had ended...Or so I thought.
>I began walking away after a long, long hug and I heard the all too familiar
>"HEY!"
>Looking like Jeff the killer (big smile) I turned to see her right behind me as beautiful as ever
>"My mum isn't home"
>"She left me money to get food, come with me?"
>I accepted that offer with the speed of Usain bol- oh wait beatingadeadhorse.rar
>She took my uncultured ass to this beautiful Polish grocery store I was completely unaware of despite me walking past it everyday.
>She brought ingredients I had never heard of and I just stood, mouth agape at her proficiency, you could leave this girl stranded in Baghdad, Iraq and she'd have the president buying her weekly newspaper in minutes...maybe not that far but still.
>She cooked this strange Polish dish that I essentially picked at before she ate my portion, what can I say, I'm a picky eater.
>I left and that's when it happened.
>She told me
>In her oddly adorable Polish voice
>"user, I...Love...You"
Fuck I wish the story could end and we could have a Disneyesque happy ending and live together in our blissful bubble of narrow-mindedness and love? Where the fuck was I going with that?

I don't think I was ready to say it back yet, fuck did I even feel love for her? Was it just the feeling you get for someone who actually acknowledges you? I...Don't...Know

For those of you who think I'm falling further into depression writing this I'm not. I am feeling better with every word I type!

I'm glad you're able to get this off of your chest, even if it's just to strangers on the internet.

This is where the story falls...I'm not going to greentext from here on out, sorry if you want to leave because of this

Months rolled by without warning, summer came, brought with it fun yet irrelevant memories and then came the fall. I remember the distinct change in character that seemed to have fallen upon Amelia, her excited yet competitive personality had been somewhat replaced by someone who was distant, someone who felt alone.

I started seeing Daniel a lot, whenever he was with me he seemed more mature and kind? I guess. He had seemed to have changed so I began to form a "friendship" with him once again. However, Amelia's feelings for him could only be referred to as hate. This shocked me as it almost seemed like she was over this disdain, she had previously told me the two of them had frequently discussed things via BBM and had apparently even visited each other in what we robots despise, the real world

this is a good story user

Don't think that my relationship with Amelia just fell apart because we still laughed and joked like before just with a stronger level of seriousness now I guess. Remember the recoiling and pain at my touch I had previously mentioned? That shit was back and worse than ever, I couldn't even look at her for more than half a minute without her feeling as though I was an alley-dwelling pest out to get her.

As we shared no classes together I never knew how she was during lessons. Weirdly enough, until looking back I never realised I was losing my bikeshed girl -Cringworthy? yes. True? Yes!

Her fall into a blank mind was slow yet sudden, fuck time juxtaposed itself things felt slow yet quick, what could I have done? I knew but I didn't know and I had my own problems.

But then like always, time went on

Thank you so much friend, writing this gets harder but hearing this makes me want to keep typing!

I think I am going to finish this in one post now.
Year 9 rolled by, nothing notable except my new friendship with Daniel growing and well, my friendship with Amelia dying. This may all seem sudden but right now, looking back I can't remember details. You know when you shake your head around your vision becomes blurred and you see things for a split second and then you're looking at something else, so sorry if this becomes more incoherent.

Year 10 fell on me like an anvil on the poor man in a slapstick comedy (the fuck is that for a simile) anyway I was beginning my GCSE courses which are a big deal I suppose, I was turning 15 soon but I didn't care much for the day, I just looked forward to the half-term break.

I rarely spoke to Amelia in real life and our messages via KiK or whatever it's called were getting blunter and blunter by the word. I finally realised it, I was losing her. I fell apart the day Daniel left.

His dad apparently had "work complications" which I still haven't figured out the truth behind and then that was it. I. Was. Alone. I tried making friends but once again I was struck by my social ineptitude and I became an outcast, "Back to square one I guess."
And here it comes, the homeward stretch, the finale.
It was a week after my birthday and I had decided, in my lonesome to spend time with Amelia. And the night before our meeting I knocked on her door to tell her the truth.

I loved her.

It may have been petrarchan of me but I didn't care.

I loved her

She heard the words leave my lips and tears fell from her eyes like someone had turned on the fucking hose.

she slammed the door in my face

I was in shock

I couldn't cry

I could only think

And thinking was all I did.

I thought, I thought and I thought until I woke up in the morning and my hung over mother handed me that fucking letter.

My heart fell so far it might as well have been in my ass.

You guessed it Jow Forums

A suicide note

Turns out it was too long
I'm sure you all want to know why
So I'll tell you

She killed herself because she had been abused by her step father both mentally, physically and sexually since she had met him, it turns out she confided in me for consolation but when she opened up, I shut her out.

She turned to Daniel and he did the same as that bastard Kenny, I don't want to discuss it and no, Kenny is not his real name, she had put her trust in three men; Kenny, me and Daniel and 2 of them took advantage of her and the other one left her out in the gutter like trash. I have no interest in pursuing Daniel or "Kenny". I am now on the other side of the world and I am done with this. I don't plan on suicide, I feel it would be disrespectful to the girl I loved-no the girl I fucking love

My Amelia,

the end

thank you Jow Forums

It wasn't as long as I expected but maybe it is better this way, thanks for the support on this thread

I'm sorry user. It isn't your fault though, you know that? You loved her. She loved you. You were the sole bright spot in her life. Be glad for the time you had with her. I know you probably blame yourself but it's not your cross to bear.

It's not your fault.

What do you mean by the way I wrote it?

Stories about love always hurt. Sorry for everything user. I'm glad you wrote it out.

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>really like this girl at uni
>slowly come to the realization that I only like her because she's so much like my sister
kill me please

I meant your writing style. The way you described things

thanks man so much I really needed to hear that, I just wanted to do the story justice

first time i read this i thought you said she was your sister, its kinda normal to like someone whos like your sister

i hope you don't blame yourself it wasn't your fault , i think that if you had acted differently she probably would have still done it, thanks for telling this story user it will stick with me and we can all learn from it.

didnt expect to get these kind of responses thanks so much, thought itd just be "fag" and "die" lol

Trash story, absolute Trash.

thats what i expect

Fuck OP, this hit right in the feels. Im sorry

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Sorry to hear that man, hope you feel better

lets just end it bots

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Any other feels stories?

damn, sorry op.

It's all okay, I appreciate the replies more than you can imagine

I feel like my dad is getting closer and closer to death and it scares me. Like to the point where I can't even imagine what my reaction would be. It almost seems imposible. Like when my sister died it was so out of nowhere that I didn't even cry. It almost just feels like she is still alive, just not here. Like at any moment I could still talk to her. But whenever I think about it like right now and imagine her being dead and realize I will never be able to talk to her or make her laugh ever again it finally makes me cry. Sorry if this doesn't make much sense just ranting. Also great story OP just remember its not your fault and that you gave her a lot of fantastic memories. And thats really all you can ask for.

I know exactly how you feel, it's just shock, no tears. About your dad, if you can't stop it from happening, cherish your moments with him.

OP

OP is signing off now, I'll respond to any posts when I come back, it was great talking to you anons.

Why would you say she had a Scandinavian accent when you knew she was polish? Fake and gay, same fag that made that NYC coming-of-age story

My roommate bailed on going to a party with me so he could go see a girl he's been trying to talk to. Now I'm just staying in and browsing Jow Forums. It's a complex feel, our power levels are very similar and I'm really happy for him starting to succeed but I also feel a loneliness that I haven't felt in a while. I guess it's the thought that the last person on my "level" socially is finally starting to move up, while I'm still struggling.

At the end of the day though I really am just happy for him, he deserves this. I'll use this as motivation to improve myself further, I've got to keep up.

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Don't off yourself over some roastie, robro

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I started a new job today but I quit when I got home. I got hired as a sign spinner but I didnt realize how rough it would be on my body. My hands are blistered, I'm having muscle spasms in my bad shoulder, and my face is horribly sunburnt. I just feel like a wimp because I quit on the first day.

>Be me
>Have a gf of 5+ years
>I leave my country and we agree that she would leave too eventually when she saved enough money
>Arrive to new land and find out shit is hard af, can't find job in my field and spend 10+ months unemployed
>Eventually find a miserable job in a store but money is money I guess
>Feel frustrated, unmotivated and maybe depressed because I wanted to study and shit and now my goals looked really far away

>Never tell my gf any of this, she had her own problems and I didn't want to add my own to hers
>She was studying online but couldnt do it properly because she didn't have a pc
>She had some money saved but it was for the trip and she couldn't use it for her more urgent needs
>Spend almost a year calling each other every day and trying to keep the relationship alive

>I started to think that my life was going nowhere and she had many opportunities that she didn't took because of our planned future
>I realized it was wearing her down so I took the decision to end our relationship
>I told her it was because I wasn't happy with my life and that I wasn't in the right place to have a relationship

>I still keep track of her on social media and stuff
>She posted some sad stuff the days after we broke up but now she posts more happy stuff
>She bought her own PC and it seems her life is improving
>She goes out at night (which she didn't do before just so we could talk) and she spends more time with her friends and going out to eat and drink (because she is not saving so much money anymore)

>I know she thinks I'm a bad guy for dumping, and maybe I am, but I just couldn't keep dragging her down and I know she has more opportunities to be happy now than she did before with me

I feel even more frustrated and I don't have motivation to do the sort of things I want to do but hey, one of us seems to be happy now, right? At least that's what I tell myself when I'm trying to sleep at night and not just break crying.