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What's your history anons?

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And then she crushes it and goes on with her life

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Oh so you know Bautista's work too?
Pretty cool uhh?

Post more, this seems interesting

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Thanks I guess

It's pretty dope actually found it the first time on Sup Forums
I would be lying if i had any more saved, just checked it out after finding this

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Damn, this hit home.

I find her here too my man, so what are your sorrows fam

This is for you user

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Thanks dude

You may never forget me user

Amanda, I didn,t deserve you, and Ill always love you. you made me feel like electricity was shooting through my body, just being nesr you.
I know I don't do that for you.

Here goes another my man

All these pics

Shit man this is how I feel, I would take a bullet happy if as I do it I save her, the thing is I'm pretty sure she wouldn't do it in a million years, I would still take the bullet knowing this. Well fuck me

Long story short. I met a girl who actually wanted me like i wanted her, after many years of thinking it would never happen.
I was finally in a place where i had the confidence in myself to go for it.
Figured out she had a boyfriend after the first night of drunken flirting.
She didn't tell me, i got it from a mutual friend.
I didn't give a fuck, so i continued talking to her.
It developed into a full on affair, but she knew from the start that i wanted more than that.
Went on for 12 to 15 months, ups and downs, including her getting preggers outside womb and loosing it.
After 12 months she told me she would rather be with me than bf... gave her some time to break up, date comes up, and i hear nothing... Ends with me having to break it off just to be able to live my life without thinking of her every single day... it didn't work.

Again, that's without all of the details. But there's too many for me to write up.

It ended 5 months ago, and she is still the first thing in my mind every morning. Followed by the feeling of either somewhat crushing sadness or intense rage from betrayal.

Love from an internet stranger Sup Forumsro. I hope your heart heals soon

Man, just vent bro I know you want to tell a lot of things to anyone. I'm here for you and im a good listener, give it a try

I dont kmow why but I love these threads.

Man, fuck, that's rough..

I know , I would gladly take a bullet for her.
She just doesn't have thst for me.
She think I will find another but it,s been 4
yrs and I cant get past it.

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These threads are nice. They allow me to wallow in my self-pity even more than usual

Man, im so sorry you have to endure that much for this girl.
You have to find comfort knowing that she didn't stay for a reason, and she doesn't break up with her boyfriend in the beginning. You were just a life saving boat for her user.
Now you have to get someone who's going to love you for you and I promise everything's going to be fine

Thanks man, same for you

Man, I dunno. I've just got a lot of issues. Just started college and I'm loving the freedom (parents are a bit of the controlling type; I spent years being terrified in my own home) but people in general scare me. I don't want to go to activities or anything because the idea of getting close to someone new just scares the hell out of me. I want to get an education, but anxiety about homework and time limits just drains me, not to mention living with roommates means I rarely get time to recharge alone. As much as I am grateful to be an adult living out of the house, I'm finding the world to be almost as scary as home. I'm medicated and in therapy and all that, I just hope I'm fixed soon.

This is me. Everyone loves me at work, I work at several different offices and people love me. I'm like a rockstar.

At night I weep and wish I was with someone who will never love me like I love them.

Yeah, I know that I mean shit to her but in the second that she's asking me for help or anything I just know I can't ignore her even tho she is just shitty to me like any time

Man, you know, these threads always make me remember how fucking terrible love is. It's just a tool to manipulate you, and you end up finding that out when the love of your life leaves you out of a sudden for someone fucking else.

I still remember the sinking feeling when I proposed, and got a "No," and an "I'm sorry, I don't love you anymore." Nothing stings more than those words, I tell you.

I tried to be "friends" for a couple years. eventually I stopped going out with our group and stuff. Kind of avoid her in general...it just hurts too much.

Why does this cringe make you guys so sad? It's pathetic.

I mean... It's one thing if the love of your life died in a car accident or something.

But if she left you for some domestic abuse bad boy or to suck 15 nigger dicks in a row within 5 seconds, then I can't help but laugh at you seriously.

My sympathies to those who lost loved ones to death.

To those with cheating gf's:

Take the hint stupid, you have shit taste in women.

Yea. I knew after the first 2 moths that it was going nowhere good.
I didn't want to be right again... i didn't want that feeling of abandonment, that feeling of betrayal... not again.
When that feeling first comes from the people who you never believed capable of such things... the parents who were supposed to take care of you, love you enough to choose you over the new guy your mother is dating, or running from his problems like your father... it never really leaves, no matter how much you work on it.
And she did both...
Well at least i don't know how to run and hide anymore, i can do nothing but fight.

I had the same thing too user( I'm a dental student so as this may sound odd this shit is one of the most stressing shit out there and the anxiety makes it worse) and what I do is just having a double personality, a more extroverted around many people and introverted around my friend, this shit work because when you do it long enough it will come easy to you and you will control it. I know it's not easy but it's how they say fake it till you make it

Ouch, I'm sorry user

i cant let people know how truly lonely i am, i exude confidence and happiness at work, people assume i got it all together. that's why nobody will be able to help me

Hey, leave my shitty taste in women alone man

Im a 23 year old guy who doesnt have any friends left, i never socialize with people, i live by myself in a small apartment and the only time i go outside is to buy groceries.
I have been single for almost 7 years and i have absolutely no game with girls anymore, and even the last time i had sex which was 3 years ago i had to pay for that shit because i turned into a pathetic human being...
I wish brighter times would come soon, because this is eating me up from the inside every single day

That sometimes helps. I'm in the performing arts (inb4 "you'll never make any money"--I have a fallback in nursing, chill) so my onstage/"public" personality has an easier time with people. So I sort of do that, although I need to gain better control over it. With my anxiety getting worse, the introvert side has been out more often. Thank you though, I hadn't thought about practicing switching "personalities". Maybe that'll help.

I know this man, people are just bad in general

Death is final, there is no more potential. The End. Over.
I have been to my fair share of family funerals, people whom i was close with, but it never got to me for more than a few weeks.
There is no more potential, hanging on to the sadness that comes from death will result in nothing.
Sadness and rage from the betrayal of others is a different matter, those people can still pop up from time to time. There's still potential.

Things are going to be okay my man, go to a gym and eat better, you will thank me later

Yeah but come on dude think about it. If you trust an obvious traitor with something important then you kind of have to take responsibility for it at SOME point.

Some women are REALLY fucking trashy, but weirdo nice guys completely obsess over them. I see it all the time.

Why...? At least pick a woman with some self-respect or sense of decency? There are still some out there.

Thanks for your sympathy. It just hurts a lot, you know? This shit cuts you up from inside worse than any knife. I still cry myself to sleep to this day and wonder about what could've been, and where did I go wrong. I know there's nothing I can do to change shit, but I just wish I knew where did I mess up, where I wasn't good enough.

Of course, the answer probably is the fact that, well, I'm me. And that really isn't good enough to anybody. Probably never loved me anyways - Was just lonely and used me to fill up while they didn't find somebody. But it's rough, knowing that. I was already giving up so many of my dreams for this person, yet it was all just one elaborate ruse. But I'll never forgive myself for not being good enough. Never.

>tfw the only woman you've been with sends you that pic as a representation of your relationship

I should've realized sooner it had no future

What I do is I take a few deep breaths and I tell myself, they are nothing and they don't know shit.
This is like my mantra, this way I can more confident to fake my personality, you have to take alone time too, to recharge you emotions.
What I do for that is listen to music at night in my bed before I go to sleep or/and meditation, I thought that was just a meme but shit works like a god damn miracle, try it man

>Some women are REALLY fucking trashy, but weirdo nice guys completely obsess over them. I see it all the time
This is like 100% me it's not even funny

Oh yea, i am not saying it's not my own damn fault, at least some of it.
Thing is that some people are capable of the most disappointing things, without themselves realizing. Those are the ones i am most weary of.
Yes if you go with a trash person, who you can see will do something like that, totally on yourself. Get to work on that first.
Then fall in love with one who you can't fathom would even fucking think it, and watch them do it... then you'll understand.

I've thought about meditation, maybe it's time to start actually doing it. Thanks for letting me vent. It helped to put things into words and I'm feeling a little better already.

I know you are thinking that you are guilty for not being good enough, but if she can't love you for you she can go and fuck herself in the ass if you ask me, I know you love her but you deserve more user

Look, I understand feeling sad, but try to limit it.
This shit becomes a drug after a certain point, you end up more comfortable in your misery than living your life.
Hope you get to a better place.

(((All you had to do was apply yourself)))
(((Remember son, your reactions are timed)))
(((You being holy shit to light for the sake of your own selfish amusement, you deserve to burn)))
I'm being watched by Nazis currently, they triggered a psychological reaction when their leader ripped some of my bedding off to use as his pillow.
Shouldn't have second-guessed my allegiances, but biostructural hardwiring is difficult to resist, it feeds off of knee-jerk reactions, split second hesitations that could cost you your future and more.
I say this out of selfish relief mainly, I know I'm damned now because I missed my opportunity to be saved. The world was simply to cryptic and muddled for me to cope with adequately, so now I'm paying the price for it by spiraling off into a flourescent, searing Hell.
It's frustrating how these creatures so sadistically toy with my fragile psyche, after all they are able to sleep freely.
I on the other hand, not so much. My brain solidified into inorganic, fractured muck that lacks any semblance of youth or spontaneity, just a dried out shell being occupied and slowly drained away into nothing. I can't rest without a jagged dagger stretching across my forehead and superheating my scalp, or I can't even think straight without a surplus of barbed dicks wriggling straight for my anus. I can't even discuss this with anyone out of fear of horrific ramindications, but then again, what do I have left? I have sterile, hollow, two-dimensionality and a fundamental lack of critical compartments that would render a satisfactory human being.
No, instead I've been hollowed out, completely shelled and ruined as a human being, all because I fucked up and continue to.
There's more to it than that, but eh, what's the point honestly. Everything is wrong. I can't formulate personal thought, I can't focus on television, I can't even enjoy the privacy of a shower without my skin crawling.
I am far beyond recovery.

I suppose that's right, but still hurts a lot: giving up so much for a person who simply doesn't care about you - who simply pretends to, when you truly love them, when you truly want to be with them, forever. Was the love of my life, you know? I've never felt shit for anybody, like that. But I guess it never meant anything, in the end.

But thanks for hearing me out - or in this case, taking time out of your life to read my pathetic shit.

Watch this user, this same video got me into meditation
youtu.be/nOJTbWC-ULc

Don't worry user, I went through the same hell loving someone who's don't give a shit about me

Yeah... Sorry about that. No one deserves to feel that shit. Stay strong, too, mate

Oh thanks man, it really sucks.
I even had dreams about her in this days or i can't sleep at all.
She is driving me mad, I still love her

Thank you! This is really helpful. And kinda cute too; I like the way he explains it all.

Damn, mate... I know it's easier said than done, but I'm sure you'll be able to move on from her. You seem nice enough - And I'm sure you'll find someone better, as hard as that may seem now..

I went from being a spoiled boyfriend living with the hottest girl in town and her two righteous friends to a jobless, carless, borderline friendless, miserable sack of shit in the course of two months. :(

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That her?

>be poor
>too poor to get any birthday presents from parents or for myself
>little brother has a friend who is way wealthier than my family
>whenever it's his birthday he would get a load of presents from them
>even my parents would try and scrap some money together to get him a little something
>every time it's my birthday they would just forget about it and i would pretend to not care because spending money on me meant sacrificing money for something important like the bills or my moms schooling to be a nurse
>parents still don't care about my birthday even though they have more than enough money to get something
>brother still gets presents from people who care about him including me
>tfw still pretend to not care even though i feel the most depressed on my birthday

No my man, she was a Russian girl that killed herself

Oh, damn

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Yeah, she was quite beautiful. What a shame right?

Damn...that's me. But I didn't write this.

Everytime i feel like ive moved on from this girl, she comes back into my life begging for forgiveness and wanting me back in her life. This has been ongoing thing for months now. Havent spoken to her in weeks and she texted me a few hours ago. I miss her and cherish the memories we shared but i dont think things can ever be the same between us.

>pic related

Hey man been there myself 2 times with same girl. This time I thought she had changed but after some digging I found out what my gut was saying all along.
Sometimes when a girl has high sexual market value she has a sufficient amount of male satellites orbiting around her planet at all times. Few sattellites are allowed to land and even fewer actually get to stay!
The good news is that there are is a sea of planets out there with varying amounts of competing satellites. Choose carefully frank,

Pic unrelated

Fuck me, I can relate to that way too well. I work all over this 1200 employee company and everyone knows me and loves and I seem to brighten others days and be so very upbeat. Then I come home and want to kill myself because I am so lonely

fucking this.
it's like I put on a mask whenever im in public to seem happy and make people think i'm happy. But as soon as I get home this wave of melancholy swamps over me and I feel like crying. Everyday I kinda wish I was in some accident so at least when I die I won't have to feel this way all my life

damn shame, i wish i could have been there to stop her, just talk to her and let her know someone cares, id like to date her and make her happy, even tho i "saved" i was truly the one that needed saving, I was the weak one

I'm inching towards suicide because everything in life is now physically painful.
Nobody can fucking help me and I can't even fight like I could.
If I had to beat the ass of anybody by trial of combat I would but that's like physical and shit.
I have the energy and the drive, the anger and want, I just lack the know how.
It's very frustrating, knowing you'd be willing to take on people three times your size to get out of Hell, but in comparison to what Hell actually is, that's kind of the easy way out.

Every single one of you caught up in your feelings listen the fuck up:

Every man over the age of 30 has been where you are right now. The crucible of heartbreak is a rite of passage as much as losing your virginity, blooding yourself from your first solo kill as a hunter or even the first time you take a man's life.

You are not a man until you have had awoman rip out your heart and eat it in front of you with a smile on her face. It is a life experience that all of us must endure at one point. Very few ever escaped it even in generations past.

It changes you, and very rarely in good ways. But it does NOT define who you are.

Unless you let it.

I had my heart broken 3 1/2 years ago. I thought she was the one. I was making 5, 10, 15 year plans for the two of us. We had picked out names for our children.

And then she shattered me with a callous nonchalance that I didn't think a person with a soul could display. I say shatter for good reason.. I felt like a stained glass window that someone had just put a cinder block through.

I drank a lot. Withdrew socially. I dwelled in my suffering thru a drunken haze day after day, barely functioning enough to keep my job.

It took me 18 months to finally put myself back together. I'm nowhere near as trusting as I was. I'm more cautious. I'm more careful who I let in.

The worst part is there was no epiphany. No glorious moment of clarity. No specific turning point. It just took time. Like any grievous wound, it doesnt ever fully heal. There is always a scar, and it just hurts less than it used to.

But no wound can heal if you rip off the bandage and the scab every day.

Sometimes I feel like I want to experience having a relationship, but then wonder if I deserve or need one.

So much this, I've tried this with a girl and in the end she was dragging me down with her

I would be cool with not ripping the bandaids off if I could actually focus on something else momentarily, like reading a book, or watching TV, of drawing, or writing, or doing something to enhance my personality.
But imagine if all of that is stripped away, you can't take meds, you can't talk to friends or therapists, you have absolutely nothing but a brain that is being gradually sapped of the will to live by everyone and everything around you and even trying to muster the confidence to fight it spurs a hornets nest of self-contradictory phenomena.
This situation is much more horrid and vile than I could have ever imagined. Fuck I can't even talk to or look at another woman without feeling guilty or ugly for it, all the while she fucking laughs and laughs her fucking heart out while I am, albeit somewhat deservingly so, writhing in what is very soon going to become eternal agony.
I don't feel any stronger for this experience, in fact as time goes own I can feel my psyche and character grow even more superficial and weak.

Well as long as you admit it

>your virginity, blooding yourself from your first solo kill as a hunter or even the first time you take a man's life.
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>You are not a man until you have had awoman rip out your heart and eat it in front of you with a smile on her face. It is a life experience that all of us must endure at one point. Very few ever escaped it even in generations past.
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>It changes you, and very rarely in good ways. But it does NOT define who you are.
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>Unless you let it.
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>I had my heart broken 3 1/2 years ago. I thought she was the one. I was making 5, 10, 15 year plans for the two of us. We had picked out names for our children.
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>And then she shattered me with a callous nonchalance that I didn't think a person with a soul could display. I say shatter for good reason.. I felt like a stained glass window that someone had just put a cinder block through.
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>I drank a lot. Withdrew socially. I dwelled in my suffering thru a drunken haze day after day, barely functioning enough to keep my job.
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>It took me 18 months to finally put myself back together. I'm nowhere near as trusting as I was. I'm more cautious. I'm more careful who I let in.
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>The worst part is there was no epiphany. No glorious moment of clarity. No specific turning point. It just took time. Like any grievous wound, it doesnt ever fully heal. There is always a scar, and it just hurts less than it used to.
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>But no wound can heal if you rip off t
listen to this man.

Don't suicide before trying everything else to feel different better, including cutting, drugs, and running away. At least those things have the possibility to project you onto a different path.

That's part of it man. Each day gets a tiny, tiny bit easier so long as you don't actively dig into your own mind.

You'll find yourself dwelling in your sadness publically. your concentration will be fucked. If you're as bad into it as I was at first, you'll have fucking arguments with her in your own mind, demanding answers that justify your pain. Answers you will never have. Not because you don't deserve them, but because they don't exist.

I never said it would make you stronger. I said it would change you and very little of the change will be for the better. If any.

What I'm telling you is that it won't ever just stop hurting. In 40 years if I'm still alive I guarantee I'll spontaneously find myself wondering where Kaytie's life took her. Did she ever think of me? Where is she now? Would she even remember me? What would our life have been life had she not done the things she had.

And even then, decades after the fact, I know those thoughts will hurt.

Just not as much as they used to.

These are wounds that never fully heal, bro. They just scar over and occasionally you will do something, hear something, see something, smell something that will set off that particular pain. I still remember the smell of her body lotion and it causes me to get a little sad when I manage to catch that scent on a passing woman, even a stranger. After a few minutes it passes and my day continues.

One thing I will tell you: loneliness is your worst enemy. FORCE yourself to leave the house socially, not just for work. When you are alone with your own mind, right now, you will tear yourself apart in grief.

You will know you are on the path to healing up when you catch yourself and realize you haven't thought about her for a few minutes.

Just a few minutes. That's the first step. And it won't be something you can force. It will happen organically.

Have, these have only made me feel worse.

Were you able to sleep without your brain overheating during this trauma?
Were you able to safely cycle through memories without your brain being rubbed raw?
This isn't just a devastating break-up, it's a completely life-altering wound that leaks into every conceivable facet of my being of which there is no escape and that deranged, psychotic bitch is happy to see it occur this way, because she knows at heart I'm a gross fucking coward who deserves it.
There's no recovery from this man, trust me. Nobody gives an absolute fuck about my suffering and I can't care about theirs because I'm suffering so greatly, so my conditions get perpetually worse and worse and worse.
Do you know what it's like, to be alone in your room except absolutely exposed to the entire fucking world?
And the guilt, the clawing, agonizing fucking guilt of abandoning something fucking SACRED just to have fucking Hell in it's god damn place.
I could go on but I can't even hold on to the anger that could help me push the through this.

No, bro. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. Dreams were toturous exercises in futility, each loaded with reminders of what she did to me. I woke up every morning in tears for months.. and would often find myself sobbing as I got ready for work. The good days I just felt on the verge of tears while going about my routine to leave for work. The bad ones I had to force myself to stop crying when I got to work.

I yelled at my own steering wheel as though it were her, begging for answers and giving voice to the boiling, uncontainable rage in me with the same breath.

I wasted away physically. I was /fit/ when I met her and afterward I shed nearly 40 lbs in 6 months. I had no motivation to work out.. I just barely got that back last year.

My mind was my worst enemy. I was legitimately terrified of finding myself even momentarily unbusy or without distraction because I knew my own subconscious would churn her to the surface.. but I could not find anything that would hold my attention for even a few seconds.

I understand the agony you're describing because I've felt it before. I tried using booze to dull it but it just seemed to make it even easier for my own mind to mock me by bringing up good memories with her only to end the slideshow with well, the end of it.

I can't give you a cure-all for this. No panacea exists. Nothing will take the pain away forever.

Time will just dull it enough that you aren't reminded of it every time your heart beats.

Fucking Christ man why live?
I can't get any enjoyment out of life anymore knowing what I lost, I will never get used to this because every time I fall asleep my mind fucking blisters, I can't even focus on anything without it spinning apart either
Time hasn't been helping at all, and I remember what hugs used to feel like, warm, welcoming, not the hot, painful mess
Fuck this.

which movie