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I need this right now Sup Forums.

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I'm feeling down as fuck, and whenever I make these threads nobody ever responds.
What's on your mind?

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>met a girl few weeks ago
>first girl that made me get over my ex
>never got close to someone this fast
>is the perfect girl
>gives me compliments all the time, got a lot in common
>turns out she is moving away in couple days to another continent
i am always so unlucky

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I know the pain man, I met a girl a few months back who was more or less the same. Everything I could possibly want, we were together for maybe 6 weeks before she just up and left. No explanation.
Turns out she was more or less an expert at being what guys want. And I fell for it hook line and sinker.

The good news is that you'll get over her quick, if you let yourself. Don't dwell on it. Keep contact with her if youd like but only if you've got the willpower to acknowledge that you'd only ever be friends with her.
>tomorrow is a new day
>a day that might just be like the day you met that girl

Been in the last couple threads
>45
>wife died of skin cancer at 39
>vodka is my lifeblood
How are you all doing?

thanks user and yeah we already agreed that we will keep talking to her and that she will visit couple times a year but man she feels the the girl i always wanted

>the perfect girl
There are 7 billion people in the world, my small son, and you've so far met the tiniest fraction of a fraction of a fraction of them. Already you've met a bunch of people you really like. Chances are high you'll meet someone you like even more in the future.

Think about all the people you've met in the past that you really like or liked, and realise that there are millions of similar people out there, waiting for you. Nobody is unique, but that's a good thing. The future is bright and beautiful.

I saw you in the last one, I was the one bitching about being afraid of life going by too quickly

I can't even imagine what that must be like man. I mean, I've had rough times, but that's something that no human should have to live through. What's it like? How the hell do you keep your mouth off of a gun?

Checked those trips, the memories keep me going. Vodka opens my mind and helps me remember the earlier days of happiness and innocence.

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yeah i met prettier girls before but none of them were into me she was the one that texted me first and invited me out to hang out with her and her friends. usually whenever i meet a girl and try something i just get friendzoned

It's horrible that you had to experience something like that in your time here man.
Maybe you'll meet her again some day. What was she like?

She was beautiful, a French redhead named Maison, we had known each other since the 8th grade. There's plenty more to tell.

Tell if you want to tell user. I'll listen.
I still have a hard time wrapping my head around a tragedy like that. What a life you must have lived.

The friend zone doesn't exist.

How old are you? I didn't start meeting people who were into me until I was around 21, then they started coming thick and fast. In both senses.

>The friend zone doesn't exist.
exactly its either one/both of you too scared to make a move or shes just not into you

i'm turning 19 soon but thanks man you give me hope

We met when I was 13, living in some backwoods town in Florida. I guess we just gravitated towards each other due to our similar interests and mutual dislike for being outdoors. She was about a foot shorter than me, I being 6 feet tall by the time I was 15, and she was a slim girl. I always knew I wanted to be with her, and I could tell she did too. So, one summer, I invited her over to my house and we hung out for an entire week, her mom having to drag her home eventually. We kept in contact through mail, and the next year of school was devastating for us both. Continue?

Of course user.

Middle-school tier, like lmao

I’d say its been 8 or 9 years since the last time I rammed a stick of butter up my ass while jerking off and fingering my asshole. I did it because it felt really good but that’s not the point of this story. I want to tell you of the events proceeding this fateful masturbation.

I’m sitting there watching TV and around 15 minutes go by and I feel a sticky wetness on my ass cheeks and ballsack. This is when I realized that the butter I had shoved up my asshole had melted and leaked out onto my couch and it had a very distinct putrid stench to it. It had mixed with my shit to create something far worse than shit. It was probably the worst thing I’ve smelt in all my life. It actually smelt many times worse than the time I had stuck a pickle up my asshole and forgot about until the morning after.

While standing there taking in this wonderfully putrid smell I realize that I cannot be the only one to smell this. So I walked quickly upstairs with my ass cheeks clenched not wanting to spill a drop of my shit butter. I pull out from my sock drawer a heavy woolen sock and unload the contents of my asshole into it. I thought the smell was bad before. I now had the urge to do jump out my window to escape the horrid odor. I quickly tied the top of the sock and left my house.

As I walked down the street a brownish-yellow liquid slowly dripped from the bottom of the sock. The neighborhood kids became very curious as to what was going on and as they approached they caught a whiff of the putrid smell emanating from the sock. This is when Joanna, my neighbors 13 year old daughter vomited what looked like a freshly eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich all over the street. I nearly came in my pants at that moment. I had the sickest hard on. In fact the only thing keeping me from raping Joanna while she lay in a pool of her own vomit was my sock full of shit butter. I knew I had something to do and I was damn sure going to do it. I kept walking.

I finally made it to my local grocery store. An epic journey it had been. Every asshole in the vicinity could smell the putrid odor but nobody knew where it came from. I can still hear them in my mind. “What the fuck is that smell.” “This smell is so bad I think I am going to kill myself with a hammer” one man said. I even saw a fellow depraved maniac in the corner of my eye. I could tell because he had the same smile that I did. He was laughing with the same glee. I’m sure he’s raped a severely mentally challenged child in his lifetime. I know I have.

That’s when I saw him. The old nigger who sat in front of shoprite saying hello to every asshole strolling by. I fucking hated this man. I couldn’t tell you why. I just hated him. He could smell my shit butter. I could tell because he was gasping for air. I quickly approached him thinking “this will be the greatest day of my life. Nothing could stop me now.” This is when I felt a sudden burst. I realized later that I had shot a load off in my pants right at that moment.

I was arms length from the nigger now. I clenched the sock tight with both hands and swung it at the niggers face with all my might. I hit him in the cheek with such force that the brownish-liquid had sprayed out all over his face. He immediately threw up. I sat back laughing as he washed out his eyes with bottled water. He asked “why?” and I responded by dumping the rest of the socks contents on his head. Truly, I did it for the lulz.

While everybody was distracted I walked into shoprite and quickly shoved as many apples as I could up my ass. It was 4. I left shoprite with the most satisfaction I have ever felt in my life. I remember thinking “wow, I’m such a great person, I get 4 free apples, and I get to go home and jerk off to CP.”

When I think back on that day, I can always remember how sweet those apples tasted. Nothing sweeter.

tyfs

During the first week, she became unusually touchy feely with me, hugging my arm and never leaving my side. Eventually I found out that she was going to be homeschooled, and her mom wasn't going to let us see each other because of some racial conflict or something. When the last day came, she wouldn't let go of me at all, the entire school session. As the end of the day neared, we were both holding back tears. I eventually had to get on the bus home, but before I did she did something I'll never forget. She kissed me, not some little peck on the cheek, but a full-blown tongue in my mouth, kiss. It lasted for like a minute and the bus almost left me, I went home teary eyed. The next bit of out story happens senior year. Continue?

write the whole story user you got me hooked too

I thought having a girl best friend would be cool, I didn't have feelings for her, I talk to girls easier than I do other guys, but then I started liking her. But it was one sided, now she's sad we can't be friends like we used to. I don't want a friend. I want someone to share everything with, who knows my boundaries, every girl I meet ends up overbearing in a relationship. My friend seems perfect in every way and I can't stay with other girls when I think about how much better she would handle things. This isn't a friend zone post either, It's not that she just likes me as a friend. She doesn't respect me. She doesn't see redeeming qualities in me as a mate. She values me as a conversational entertainer at best.

Which makes everything else so confusing, no matter how many other girls I cycle through in relationships, she never seems to date anybody. Every day she talks to me. For hours at a time. Never intimate, just casual. Talks to me like a boyfriend in every way minus a romantic connection. Play games together all day, toss conversation, I know she isn't being social. Every day I hear about how she did her softball stuff and got home, I caught on to the fact she really does just come home and talk to me.

Which makes it so unfathomable why there's a line. Nowadays we live a few hours away, knew each other when we were younger but now we're long distance and older. I desperately try every day to make a connection with someone else so I can stop relying on her for social interaction. But nobody else ever lasts. But she always does.

I've been rejected by her twice, long gone are the days of us being flirtatious and unsure of allowing a relationship. So why does she still lead me on with a thread I can't seem to snip? Fuuuck

Bumping the thread real quick then I'll keep writing.

After the years I still hadn't forgotten about my one true love. Thinking that somehow, I would see her again after we were done with school. But, little did I know, the homeschool kids get to come to graduation. So, I'm walking through the door to the graduation ceremony and I see that gorgeous face running towards me, and she latches onto me, legs wrapped around my waist, and makes me carry her into the seating area. I was elated to see her, and we talked and cuddled the entire time. It was the best time I had in my life at that moment, but nothing prepared me for what she asked me next. Continue?

>some shitsuckin nigga call me up n get ma dick hard
>mfw when i realize he aint gonna meet me somewhere

>friends with girl since i was sophomore
>shes a freshie
>come out to eachother
>shes a lesbian
>i'm bisexual
>cool
>years pass
>i'm a senior
>tell her i like her
>great!
>"can i hold your hand?"
>start holding hands
>decide we want to be a couple
>one month later..
>"i'm not ready for a relationship, actually"
>aw okay!
>tries to still talk to her
>gets blown off
>oh
>she's dating a guy in 1 week

2 years ago and i'm still hurt

she wasn't gay, and you were just a test to her

I know. That's why it hurts. I really thought we had something going. But for some reason bisexual women aren't taken seriously when only "lesbians" have left me for men..

Just write your fucking story, faggot. Whoever gives a shit will read it, stop pathetically fishing for attention/validation with "Continue?" every paragraph. Someone already told you to write the whole thing.

>tfw when bisexual
>every girl who youve every had feelngs for you saw you as a game or a test
>no girl has ever had feelings for you like you have for them

My son was killed today.

I want to weep, but all I can do is sit here and feel nothing. It's like Im in a strange lingering purgatory where everything fades into white. It feels like lucid dream. I almost want to get drunk just so I don't have to keep staring at his bed, waiting for him to come home.

Is this what it feels like to be dead inside, Sup Forums?

Yeah, that is what it feels like. Do you want to share what happened to him?

Want to date my sisters friend, she's a 8/10 and she's really got good qualities but I don't want to fuck it up like all my other relationships.

>just a kid
>thinks she has her sexuality all mapped out
you millenials are a riot, im dead sure people that think theyre bisexual when theyre just a teen have some kind of mental disorder

oh thats so sad. Im sure youll find another girl

I'm tired as fuck so I'm making sure somebody's actually reading and I'm not bumping a dead thread.
Anyways, she asked me to run away with her to somewhere in Delaware, she had her license, a vehicle, and had arranged an apartment and a job, so I decided to hell with it, I'll go. Packed my bags that night and we set off. Long drive, but it felt like nothing with all of the reminiscing and catching up we were doing. We eventually got there, it was a small little place, 1 bed that we both slept in, a nice view of nothing. It was shitty, but we loved it because we were together. In maybe 3 years she's managing a store we were working at, and we get enough money to buy a home back in Florida. That's where I'll end it off for now, since that's all of the happy out. Hope you enjoyed.

I mean personally, I've considered myself bisexual since before I had sex for the first time. Puberty made me feel the same way about guys that it did about girls. So that was when I was like 20? I'm 19 now.

I'm not sure what happened yet, which is the worst part.
He was on his way home from school (it's about a 5-8 minute walk) they found him lying on the side walk, dead and full of wounds. He was 7, going on 8.
It was labeled as a homicide.

How the fuck does no one see someone assaulting a child on the side walk? What the fuck.
Just what the fuck.

Now I don't even know what to do with myself.

**11, not 20.. I've been drinking. My bad.

No, you're just an attention whore. Obviously if posts are still being made, the thread isn't dead. As icing on the cake, your story fucking sucked.

No green text

>being subjected to oversexualized garbage like homosexuality and sexual identification degeneracy as early as 11
i barely even knew what intercourse was when i was 11 and im not even that much older than you, things sure went to shit fast...
i actually feel sad that the degenerate leftists got to you at such a young age buddy, better luck in another life i guess

It wasn't leftists, it was me being exposed to pornography at such a young age but thanks for trying.

If you'll excuse me, I'm trying to feel sorry for myself over a girl I thought I really had something with and she left me.

>tfw even Sup Forums knows your life sucks

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