Need some feels. Post feels and emotional music. I'll post some more pics and music

Need some feels. Post feels and emotional music. I'll post some more pics and music.
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Hank Williams is so fucking good...
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I haven't got too many images. Had to wipe a ton of folders and accidentally got rid of my feels folder... right in the feels

Panda Eyes is also fantastic
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Listening to William Basinski right now.

Genre: Avant-garde, drone, ambient

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"Oh yeah? Well, the Jerk Store called, and they're running out of you!"

Anyone else just want to fucking kill themselves, but are too fucking pussy to do it?

Yup. Every time I try I always either wake up the next morning completely fine. It's sad seeing as I'm on seventh attempt this month.
That's why I'm joining the military.
Not for honor or glory. I just want some sand nigger to end my miserable existence.

I've been in for the past 4 and a half years. I hate every single fucking morning I wake up. I honestly don't know what keeps me going.

Mother. Fucking. Dark souls.

Really missing my ex right now, she started dating my best friend

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OP here, I'm going to reply to posts because I have nothing better to do with my life.

This is really calming. I like it.

I don't think she cares anymore....

All the time. I contemplated with a shotgun in my mouth for an hour a few days ago.

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What's got you in "miserable existence" status?

We all have that little glimmer of hope that things will get better, but they never do. No matter how many times people say it, they never do.

Great games with beautiful soundtracks.

My dog died today so I could use some feels. She's out there woof borking somewhere.

Doesn't sound like a very good best friend.

Same here bro. I'm just too much of a pussy to kill myself.

Listen to the antlers- hospice

Dad walked out when I was a baby, step dad abused me a majority of my childhood, mother passed away when I was 12, my grandmother took my little sister away from me, I was homeless up until I was 15, I'm currently a drug addict, and I have nothing to live for. All my relationships have ended horribly and frankly I don't feel loved. I hardly have any family to begin with.

My grandfather died last week. I'm American but he emigrated to Ecuador and lived there most of his life. He was an absolute horn dog, but cool about it. He'd always ask me about my ex or whatever other pussy I was getting. Once he took me to a whorehouse down there too. Just a really cool guy all around. It's gonna suck having to look at a tombstone instead of talking to him about all the things we shared in common

i work with the love of my life and she knows i love her but she's with somebody else. i was off work for paid vacation so i hadn't seen her in almost a week and i went in for pay day and i could literally feel her presence i went outside to my car and there she was in hers. i went in to talk to her and it felt like something was wrong, she said she's just tired. ive known her for 5 years she isnt just tired but i don't have the balls (and its currently too late) to ask her whats REALLY wrong

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Reposting a story you have all seemed to like recently. Updated as usual. Thanks for all your tips, advice and feedback.
>be me
>13
>7th grade
>haven't hit puberty yet
>constantly picked on/ beaten up for it
>chads at my school make fun of me for not having hair on my balls yet
>humiliate me publicly by beating me to the floor in the boys locker room, drag me outside and pull my pants down
>basically constantly humiliated in front of girls
>hate myself, want to an hero
>one day after being beaten to shit on the way home from school, I felt a presence help me back up
>heard the sweetest voice i've ever heard ask "are you ok? do you want me to get you some bandages or something?"
>open my one good eye (one was kinda swollen shut I remember)
>just kinda smiled and said yes
>prettiest thing I'd ever seen
>forrest seeing jenny for the first time is a good analogy
>she held my hand and walked with me to her house
>first time someone who wasn't in my family showed me affection or compassion
>I fell for her right then and there
>she took me inside to her living room couch and sat me down
>brought me some ice, band aids and a glass of lemonade
>just kinda laid back while she iced my face
>that was some warm ice
>end up just watching TV together while she tried to get me to open up and talk to her
>eventually broke down
>close to tears, just tell her everything
>tell her I hate myself, I don't know why people are like that to me, never did anything but be nice to them

>she just hugs me
>after a minute she whispered "well I like you, you're nice and I think you're cute"
>adrenaline.gif
>what the fuck
>I was cute
>a girl liked me
>watched TV until 8 or 9
>she fell asleep on my shoulder
>didn't want it to end
>eventually her dad came home from some dinner thing he went to
>wasn’t mad or anything that I was there
>I think he pitied me
>got home at 9:15 or something
>parents were pissed at first, but they saw that I got beat to hell again and let it go
>start going over to her house everyday after school
>become closer as the year goes on
>her family eventually gets to know me and adores me
>almost like part of her family, over there so much
>gets to the point where we are inseparable
>chads begin picking on her too because she's seen with me a lot
>she doesn't seem to care but I feel terrible because of it
>slowly cut off contact because I hate seeing her get picked on
>She catches on and tells me she doesn't care and to stop
>cave in immediately
>sometimes when I had a really bad day I would sneak over to her house at night and cuddle with her
>thought her dad caught me sneaking over one night, turns out his family knew a lot more about what was going on at school than I thought
>her dad kinda knew already, totally fine with it
>tells me I'm always welcome there

>says just ask if I need something
>cuddle her to bed a lot more
>feelsgoodman
>life went on like this for a while
>summer came and things got better
>did everything together that summer
>got invited on a road trip with her family to the grand canyon
>a lot of the trip was her sleeping on my chest or me sleeping with my head in her lap in the back of a suburban
>when we got to grand canyon national park we spent 5 hours feeding peanut butter crackers to chipmunks with her brother
>walked around some trail with some BS special significance to see the sunset
>it was special to me for a different reason
>held her hand
>basically just walked around smiling like a tard
>trying to go somewhere with no people
>got to this half ledge thing and sat down
>kinda stared off for a while, very scenic to be honest
>then she leaned over on me and whispered
>"you know user, I love you, really"
>kinda froze for a sec
>I don't know why, looking back on it, but I wasn't sure what to say
>she seemed to get kinda nervous
>"do you love me back, user?"
>looked at her and told her that I loved her since the day she put ice on me when I got beat up
>stared awkwardly at her for a good 60 seconds before I finally worked up the balls to go in for a kiss
>I wasn't very good, but she was
>fucking perfect
>we sat there for a long time after the sun set

>I just held her in my skinny arms
>kissed her a few more times
>we forgot to go back 5 minutes after sunset like we said
>her dad came looking for us but was relieved to see we were just sitting there, not dead or stuck
>kids had their own tents that trip so I got to cuddle her to bed too
>rest of the trip was a haze, don't remember the trip much, but I remember her on the trip
>the rest of the summer was magic to me
>I loved her as much as a 13 (and 14 later) year old could love someone else
>people picked on me less during 8th grade year
>didn't pick on her at all, just tried to steal her away from me
>so many guys liked her, didn't understand why she would want me
>to be fair, I didn't either
>Towards the end of 8th grade year, we figured out that we probably wouldn't be going to the same highschool
>didn't care too much, saw her every day for 5 hours afterschool anyway
>but we promised each other we would be each others homecoming dates and prom dates and everything
>but as highschool went on we naturally drifted apart without realizing
>still close, but couldn't always see each other, busy with school stuff
>she played volleyball and was a cheerleader, which took up lots of time
>eventually, some guy was always around when I came over
>she always insisted it was just a friend, at the time, i'm sure it was
>summer after sophomore year she asks if I'd be ok with her going on a date with some guy
>says it doesn't change anything between us
>IGuessSo.jpg
>obviously, it gets more serious, she eventually becomes his girlfriend
>at this point my balls have dropped, I'm rapidly gaining weight and height
>agressive as fuck, nobody in their right mind dares touch me
>yet I can't say no or even be assertive with her
>just kinda watch as that guy starts to control her more
>he eventually gets her to block normal contact with me

i'm willing to wait the rest of my life for her. the retarded thing is. her current boyfriend looks EXACTLY like me, to the point he came in one day to my work and my coworkers mistook him for me

>I came over to her house when he wasn't around to ask her a few things
>she seemed almost surprised that I was there, like I wasn't supposed to show up
>she tells me it's no big deal and she just wants to date around, that it wont change anything between us
>point out we hardly see each other anymore
>she says it's "because she's busy with school and sports"
>I know it can't be volleyball she's going to on sundays
>tell her the guy she's dating is a bad person controlling
>just makes her mad, she yells at me
>start to break down
>tell her I love her and I don't know what I did wrong but I just want things to go back to the way they were
>she says she'll always love me
>hugs me
>says she's gotta go but we will talk again soon
>I wish that had been true
>we never talked again for a year
>I start becoming very angry, start blasting steroids, constantly eating and working out
>I've become the freak I always wished I was so I wouldn't get picked on, but I don't care just want her back
>Everyone at school is afraid of me now
>I have no friends now because I'm 6'4, 215 lbs at low body fat and rage at almost nothing. total dick for little/no reason
>complete asshole to everyone except little guys that get picked on by chad
>got suspended for fighting 4 or 5 times before I start to calm down a little
>life is still generally the same though
>angry about that fuck who stole her away
>towards the end of the year I start hearing about some girl who got in huge trouble because a bunch of nudes and shit of her were leaked and circulating
>Eventually it was cleared because she didn't consent and was apparently sexually assaulted by the guy who took the nudes or videos or whatever
>that's what got my attention, hoping it wasn't her, but deep down it sounded like the exact thing her asshole "boyfriend" would do

You know what all that means? You've lived. You've survived all of that and can still tell the tales. Drop the drugs and start poking yourself into social situations, you'll begin to amass friends after some time. If it doesn't work initially remember that it doesn't always. Keep going man, you've managed to have relationships, so go for women who aren't scummy sluts. There's ways to improve your life from this situation.

>of course, it was her
>I was actually pretty calm the whole day at school I heard the news
>but I was gonna fuck that guy up beyond recognition
>I knew he was a huge stoner and druggie in general so I consulted the kid who I bought my roids from (deep web drug dealer)
>he knows his friend and him pretty well
>get the kid to get his address from his friend
>it's fucking going on now
>showed up the friday night of that week at his house
>pretty big party going on
>perfect, nobody will call the cops and I can walk in without raising any eyebrows
>he's in his backyard with some other girl
>I'm sure they were about to fuck or something
>swing at him before he even sees me
>KO'd on the second punch
>sit on him and beat his face in
>That night I felt better, but the next day I knew I may have ruined things with her
>I guess she was relieved I gave him a free facelift because of what she told me next time we talked
>3 weeks later she showed up at my house at night bawling her eyes out
>mad at her but of course I can't say no to the only thing i've ever loved
>let her in
>we sit on the couch and she dumps all her feels
>says she's sorry she left me for him
>I was right, he was terrible to her
>apparently he hit her a lot and raped her
>constantly cheated
>made the school think she was a complete whore
>she told me she still loved me and just wanted to go back to the old days
>fell asleep on my couch
>I slept upstairs, I was pretty upset to think she fucked me over like that and now wants me back
>I came down the next morning and she was still there
>I figured I should at least communicate with her exactly how I felt, regardless of how things were gonna end up

>sat down and told her we needed to talk
>was honest about everything and told her she really fucked me up when she left me for that guy
>of course she was apologizing profusely the whole time
>She gave me that look, like at the grand canyon
>"user, do you still love me?"
>fucking melted right then and there
>since then I've been talking to her again regularly, she always wants to see me
>i'm kinda torn though
>I still love her
>more than anything
>but she gave her virginity to the other guy
>something about it just doesn't seem right
>something that was flowing freely before is dried up now
>the next night she came through my bedroom window at 1am or something
>Freaked me the fuck out
>Was about to lunge for my shotgun
>but then I heard a sniffle
>knew it was her immediately
>"sorry user, I just needed to come see you"
>she kept telling me she was sorry and she loved me
>crying hysterically the whole time of course
>eventually just told her to calm down, grabbed her and pulled her over to me
>cuddled to sleep
>felt so nice
>she pressed her face into my chest like she used to
>wake up at about 7
>have to wake her up and walk her home so my parents don't come in and freak out for obvious reasons
>She knows how to fucking melt my heart
>Obviously, I still over her. A lot

>I'd gladly sweep her off of her feet and steal her away, but I have just one reservation
>Could she do this again? I know it's not likely but I don't even wanna take a chance
>I won't be able to do this again unless I know she's 100% committed
>decide to drive with her to a mountain ridge that overlooks the city
>just told her I wanted to see her again (even though I had seen her the day before)
>figure I’ll just tell her exactly how I feel and why I’m hesitant to get back with her
>quietly left my house, drove over to pick her up
>got to her house, snuck around back to go to her room
>familiar hand on my shoulder
>her dad stopped me again
>tell me he knows about all of it, appreciates me beating the shit out of that guy
>tells me she’s up all night crying about me most nights
>she’s still a complete wreck from that guy
>he really beat her bad twice towards the end of their relationship
>her dad was trying to track him down but apparently I beat him to it
>tells me she needs me more than anything, and he’s glad i’m still trying after what happened
>ask him why she left me
>he says he has no clue
>go inside, to her room
>just kinda brushed her hair off of her face to wake her up
>she just smiled and got up
>hold her hand and walk out to the car
>I kinda keep the subject on unrelated things on the drive up
>want to save it for when we’re sitting up there
>only thing I really remember about the drive up was almost hitting a massive bull elk
>sit down on a rock wrapped up in a big blanket together
>Feels really good
>you have no idea
>feeling her warmth, cuddled up against me, looking down at the city
>”why do you still love me user?”
>tell her because every little thing she does makes me happy
>ever since that day in middle school I just feel like she’s the greatest part of my life
>ask why she left me for that other guy, and tell her it’s the only thing holding me back

You and me both...

>can’t understand why she would do that
>she says (holding back tears and sniffling, gets really emotional now) that she doesn’t have a real answer
>she was just acting on physical attraction and his chad personality took easy advantage of her dumb teenage self
>not some magic fix-all answer I was hoping for
>but she also told me I did nothing wrong and she was sorry for everything
>made me feel better
>since Sup Forums put it into perspective and I gave it some thought, I realize how childish the whole virginity thing is on my part
>I love her and that's all that matters really
>figure I should just 'make sweet, sweet love to her with my chad body'
-quote from some user last thread
>not gonna be like that guy, obviously
>wait until she's comfortable again
>started to get windy so I took her home for the night
>fell asleep on the ride back, so I carried her to bed
>she woke up halfway once we got inside
>laid her down on her bed, kissed her on the forehead
>start to walk away, and hear "please stay with me"
>can't resist for a single second
>nothing happened that night, we were both tired, out right away
>wake up next morning
>about 10
>make pancakes in the kitchen, which we used to do a lot after school
>screw around and play fight with all of the ingredients, make a huge mess
>eat and then clean it up
>"you should probably shower, I definitely beat you"
>make some joke about how she cheap shotted me, tell her I have no clean clothes
>"I'm sure I can figure it out, let me show you how to work it and where the shampoo is"
>I was actually too retarded to catch onto that cue
>"I can wash your clothes"
>give her my shirt and shorts
>she tossed them outside and just stared at my SuperChad physique for a sec
>not gonna lie that made me feel satisfied in a cocky way
>looked up at me and smiled

I know I should and that I shouldn't continue on the path I'm on but frankly I'm done with life. Love has now become poison. Life no longer has its attraction.
I'm bored with it all.

>I kissed her
>took her shirt off
>primal instincts and excessive testosterone/DHT levels take over
>carried her to her bedroom and tore the rest of her clothes off like an animal
>I did stop for a moment to just look at her bare body
>I was extremely horny and wanted to absolutely go to town on her, but it was balanced by me being afraid of hurting her or being too rough
>ended up making love to her for almost 2 hours
>totally exhausted afterwards, fell asleep with her on top of me in my arms
>woke up a little while later and went out to lunch
>Took her back home and made love to her on the couch in her living room
>watched TV on the couch together until her dad came home
>he was really happy to see us
>I had to go home for a while, but he asked me to come back for dinner
>Ate pot roast with the stupidest grins on out faces, a few other people came by for dinner
>her dad says pretty much out of nowhere "I really appreciate you and like you, user, I hope you become part of my family"
>I felt at home for the first time in a while
>that night she asked me to sleep with her again
>I was totally depleted after that day, so we pretty much just cuddled
>talked about what we want to do in life
>Talked about our dream house, dream job and what the perfect wedding would be like
>tells me every secret she’s ever kept
>says she doesn’t want anything between us
>asks if I have any secrets or stuff I wanna get off my chest but haven’t told anyone
>tell her I used steroids, but make clear it was light cycles at minimum doses
>tell her how badly I wanted to tear into her like a fucking animal, but was afraid I’d hurt her
>tell her I was afraid I wasn’t doing a good job
>she laughed and said I was more than plenty and was glad I was gentle

>says she doesn’t care about the roads, just wants me to stay healthy
>fell asleep on me like usual
>I was so blissfully happy that night
>fast forward ~two weeks
>she'd been acting increasingly remorseful for leaving me
>if I ever brought up that I was worried about trusting her or I was scared she would get anxious and nervous for the rest of the day
>constantly trying to prove she was 100% loyal
>one night she literally broke down crying on my chest and told me how sorry she was and that she loves me
>told me that if I want to have another girl then she understands and is fine with that
>I calmed her down, obviously, and told her she's all I need, I just am afraid of losing her because I did once and it hurt
>tell her I'll never leave her and I don't want any other
>seemed to make her feel a lot better
>about two weeks after that incident
>my cousin and her aunt were coming to stay at my house
>cousin flew in night before aunt
>I had to pick her up at the airport
>hadn't seen her in a while, she looked like a woman now
>nothing like her but she was attractive
>got her bags and went to my house
>all I did was help her carry bags in and get settled in
>but I didn't tell her my cousin was staying
>she thought I was mad and wanted a second girl
>ran home before I noticed she was there
>call her because I was expecting her to come over about this time
>no answer
>wtf
>head over to her house

>get to her house, walk in
>her dad isn't home
>call out for her
>no response
>walk into her room
>the light is on in her bathroom, door closed
>I can hear muffled sobbing
>knock on the door frantically
>yell her name
>after a few seconds I hear her faintly say "I'm so sorry user. You deserve her, not me."
>ask her what she's talking about
>just more sobbing
>pretty freaked out
>kick in the door
>she's in the bathtub
>the water is bright red
>flipped the fuck out because I thought she had/was trying to kill herself
>grabbed her out of the tub and ran into the kitchen
>set her on the table, trying to find where all the bleeding was from
>she just had a few shallow cuts on her wrist and thigh
>wrap it in some gauze I found under the sink
>calm down a little and realize she's probably not dying or even close
>ask her why she did this
>ask if her old boyfriend did something to her
>she says she couldn't bear to see me with another girl
>ask her what she's talking about
>don't remember exactly what she said, but at this moment I realized she thought my cousin was a girl I was seeing

>explain that she's my cousin
>explain the situation with the airport
>she believes me after I explain
>carry her to her bedroom
>set her down on the bed
>drain the bathtub
>help her get dressed
>broke down because I was so scared just then
>yelled at her
>told her she can't do this to me, I already lost her once and I can't bare to not have her
>the yell eventually reduces to almost soft enough to be a whisper
>tell her I trust her now and I know she would never leave me again
>don't want another girl
>I'm just terrified she'll love someone else someday
>she reassures me that will never happen
>tell her to forget about that guy and leaving me, it's in the past
>I need her now
>eventually reduces to just some sappy "I love you more, babe" shit that would make most of you cringe
>I realized then that the guy she had been with probably fucked her up mentally too, to a good degree
>our relationship has been a lot more stable since
>no more than a few nights after that, she asks if I'll ever marry her
>hadn't thought about that until then, but the thought of it made me pretty happy
>"Sorry, that's probably really pressuring. I didn't mean it like that"
>tell her to shush, and say of course I'm gonna marry her
>her face lit up
>didn't even make love to her that night
>just kinda laid there and felt each others warmth

>slept really, really well that night for some reason
>next morning she asked where I wanted to get married
>brought up the grand canyon
>told her I didn't want to decide yet, but I wanted to go to the grand canyon with her again
>a road trip, just her and I. Soon, asked if she wanted to start planning the trip now
>she said yes right away, got all excited
>spent that afternoon planning a trip out on google maps
>thinking about what it would be like to marry her one day the whole time

they're happy together and i would break them up in a heart beat.

but... i. i don't want to she's happy and im happy for her, theyve been on and off for almost 3 years now i think and now theyre "gonna work on it before we get back together" her words exactly about them. he's cheated on her quite a few times. i can't tell if she is actually happy or not

Listen to another track he made called "Cascade"

That one is really good too

cont?

I guess she'll have to decide what to do in the end. I hope shit works out for you Sup Forumsro.

i have strong hopes that it does. whether it does or not my life is on good terms for everything else

dude...

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KEEP POSTAN.

If that's the way you truly feel, then so be it. But remember, there's always somebody that cares. And as cheesy or as weird as it sounds, I care. I wouldn't want to see somebody live through life in pain and leave it in pain.

Can we get some more sad pics please?

I stopped reading when you said you consulted your deep web roid drug dealer on what to do because he knew the people you wanted to hurt. Not even in a million years could that ever even be remotely true.

You really want people to believe you not only found a roid dealer on the DW that would conversate normally with you. But he also lived around your area and randomly knew people in and around your circle lol.

It's not OC, I've seen that story posted lots before.

Not worth the read unless you were looking for a happy ending.

I'm just poking in. I'm going to kill myself tonight. I've got my pistol loaded, some pills and alcohol beside me, and I'm making sure someone knows I'm gone. I've lost everyone I've loved. My brother to cancer, my sister to drugs, the other to suicide. My parents died when I was 26, but I barely knew either because they drank so much. I only ever relied on what I knew, what future could await me, but here I am in a small, empty apartment with a shitty laptop I found in a college dumpster. Goodbye Sup Forumsros. It was a good run.

I just realised... deep web==DW
Coincidence...? I think not.

The guy i buy weed from i found on the silk road a long time ago lives in the same city as me - small city confined drug enviorment basicly everyone knows everyone or someone who knows everyone so yea we can't all live in LA - New York etc

But why? You can still turn it around. The only time its truly "too late" is when you give up.

>a little while after that we had the trip planned for the day after my birthday
>going grocery/supply shopping few days later
>kinda early but I just love doing stuff with her
>going to costco is fun when i'm with her
>since the trip is still three weeks away, we decided to go on an adventure in a pickup truck to the mountains that night
>put blankets in the back and pillows
>drove up a secluded and scenic mountain road
>laid there and stared at the stars and moon reflecting on a mountain reservoir
>made love beautifully to her there
>eventually fell asleep
>woke up just before sunrise which was cool
>watched it come up over the mountains with her
>told her I'm so glad she came back for me
>promise her I'll marry her one day
>forgot that stuff like that makes her really emotional
>she burst out crying of course
>at least it was a good crying
cont?

You moron. He bought shit off of the deep web and sold it to kids at my school. I knew him from school, not the "deep web"

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Wow.

I'm the moron?

>the kid who I bought my roids from (deep web drug dealer)

That says the OP bought his roids from a dealer on the DW. There is no reason to mention the DW for any other reason. OP would sound retarded giving extra unnecessary details like "The guy I buy my drugs from also sells on the deep web". If that were what he was trying to convey it was poorly written and unnecessary. Nobody cares what his drug dealer does. ALso you are not OP so EADB.

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This guy... kek