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SmoKe93
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Sm3agol
United States2055 Posts
On November 18 2010 10:13 Lexpar wrote: Signed up just to say this? Heroic. I only want to play music for a living. I think I'd consider anything else pathetic failure once I got there. I too would love to play music for a living, but I realized a while ago that it pretty much was never going to happen. I went with the compromise of a regular job, and just play a crap-ton of music on the side. | ||
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Gr1m
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funnybananaman
United States830 Posts
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thai_quan_doh
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Azalie
New Zealand117 Posts
On November 17 2010 00:36 MerciLess wrote: Ignore the guy who's talking about having to choose between all the women. He's posting here because he's an insecure person who needs to have some sort of validation, even if it's from strangers on the internet. He doesn't really have a problem picking between some women, he just wants to tell everyone how many girls he supposedly has. OH really? well then since you seem to know everything tell me why the fuck dose it make me cry doing shit things to good people? or is that validation for being a shit cunt to women? i'm not sure what the fuck your problem is but yeah i have problems with doing shit things to nice people. you seem mad that i have something you seem to want? would you look after them? i doubt it hence why id rather have them with me then you ass with the way you instantly judged me. Would you like to talk to them yourself? i can get them on vent with yourself and me then what the fuck are you going to say. ? New confession : i fucking hate people like this who think they instantly know everything about someone because they read something, makes me want to waste some face's. | ||
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tiffany
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venomium
Netherlands245 Posts
First of all, some background to this confession; I'm a 23 year old caucasian male, I grew up in a moderate-income family in a great neighbourhood with my own room and my own stuff. So far, s good... Unfortunately, I was an unwanted child, unwanted, mostly, by my father. Thanks to his shrewed up definition of 'honor', or whatever he calls it, he married my mother and thus the father I grew up with. Notice how I used the word 'unwanted'. When I was 2 weeks old, it was apparant that I was a literal crybaby, my father's solution to this problem that ketp him awake at night? Shake the baby, shake it, hit it and it'll shut up. It worked, it didn't cry anymore... And thus a new way of parenting was inventing; whenever the child cried, was noisy or whatever; hit it. As I grew older and older the beatings became more savage, up till a point yeaqrs later that I was thrown around the livingroom untill I lost consciousness. This, I could live with, pain doesn't kill you, my bones were never broken and the bruises were only partly visible... What I couldn't stand was the fact that I was a lozer, an idiot, with everything I did. I made a drawing; it wasn't between the lines, I got an A- on a test; it was just a rehearsal of what I should've learned already, if I had said something witty at school; I was stupid and ignorantand should learn to shut my mouth. Okay, to make a long story somewhat shorter, I wasn't meaning to say that much... I sucked, I was a horrible child, and became depressed. Depressed not in the 'Oh my gosh, my life is terrible, I didn't get the Mercedes' way, but in the way of: 'The world exists of different colors of grey, the only option to get through alive is be silent, pretend to be stupid, take a beating every now and then and just wait for the day you can reproduce, raise your children better than how you were raised, and die.' This was a defensemechanism I learned when I was about 5 or 6, and all was well... Untill I was about 7 years old, about 16 years ago. 16 friggin'years ago... I was enlisted (how do you call it in English?) in the boy scouts/sailing group; the only day in the week that was somewhat lighter grey for a few hours than the rest of my life at the time. One day a new girl came to our age-category. You all know the term 'struck by lightning'; well, that doesn't even begin describing what I felt the moment a few weeks later when I realized that I loved somebody. I'll spoiler this because it gets kinda gross/ stalkerlike now. + Show Spoiler + We were in the main room of the scouts' room, for some reason we were standing around, probably waiting for instructions on what to do next, and the girl that had just joined stood about 6 feet away from me, facing someone in front of her, from my perperspective to the right. That girl had a lollipop, and when she was about to say something she took it out of her mouth, followeed by such a small thread of salive back to her lower lip for a splitsecond... When I saw her like that; her green ocean eyes sparkling in the light, her soft slightly curved smiling lips, her silken brown hair ablaze thanks to the sun's rays... My pupils widened, my heart opened and this moment lasted for, I assure you this, at least 3 hours... I was in love, This was the girl I was meant to be with, this was the girl I had to prove myself to, this was the girl that would become my reward if I survived long enough to leave the house, this was the girl I wanted to kiss my first kiss with. She was shy, she never had any real interest in boys, always hanging out with 4 of her girl friends, even through the years where people start to experiment and fall in love. She never did anything with anybody. If this wasn't a sign that we were meant to be together, what would be? Ofcourse, it wasn't... I once triewd to kiss her after a party when I was about 16, 8 years later, and she was startled, she leaned back and never again changed more words with me than the usual 'hey, how are you'/ 'I'm fine'... My heart was broken, and still is. I'm 23 years old now, I make a lot of money compared to my friends, I've got my own house, I've had a couple of great looking girlfriends and even live together right now. I'n the end however, when my girlfriend isn't at our place, I must constrain myself not to look up pictures of this girl I've been in love with for the past 16 years, to not cry over another empty bottle of scotch and an ashtray filled with sigarettes because I am a disappointmend to my father and never, ever spoke to her again. I haven't seen her IRL for 4 years now, I doubt she would recognize me in a bar or on the street, I don't want to look at her facebook profile in complete agony of fear that she might have a boyfriend... I continue to see the world in different shades of grey, I'm more arrogant and more intelligent than all the people I know, I've accomplished more than any of my friends and I will have create my own future, just like I did when walking away from my elderly home when I was 16. However, I will never be with her... God, I hope she's a lesbian, hell, I hope she dies in an accident so that she'll never be with someone else... All I know is that if I would've made the right choices, if I had tried harder, if I was smarter, if I I had accomplished more earlier, she might've been mine, and her lips could've been the first mine touched... I love her, with all of my heart, I did from the moment I saw her that day, and I will untill the day that I die. 16 years have gone by, another 80 to go before I can finally shut my eyes and let my soul be with her in a better place. I'm sorry for the terrible, terrible English, I was a little emotional and had to tell this to someone, you, the kind person on the other end of teh interwebs that took the time to read this. On topic: - I wouldn't have read this post if someone else posted this, TL;DR, such an emo-whiny boy. Edit: spoiler fail | ||
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Danze
Australia219 Posts
On November 18 2010 16:07 venomium wrote: Alright, this isn't going to be a one-line, but bear with me; First of all, some background to this confession; I'm a 23 year old caucasian male, I grew up in a moderate-income family in a great neighbourhood with my own room and my own stuff. So far, s good... Unfortunately, I was an unwanted child, unwanted, mostly, by my father. Thanks to his shrewed up definition of 'honor', or whatever he calls it, he married my mother and thus the father I grew up with. Notice how I used the word 'unwanted'. When I was 2 weeks old, it was apparant that I was a literal crybaby, my father's solution to this problem that ketp him awake at night? Shake the baby, shake it, hit it and it'll shut up. It worked, it didn't cry anymore... And thus a new way of parenting was inventing; whenever the child cried, was noisy or whatever; hit it. As I grew older and older the beatings became more savage, up till a point yeaqrs later that I was thrown around the livingroom untill I lost consciousness. This, I could live with, pain doesn't kill you, my bones were never broken and the bruises were only partly visible... What I couldn't stand was the fact that I was a lozer, an idiot, with everything I did. I made a drawing; it wasn't between the lines, I got an A- on a test; it was just a rehearsal of what I should've learned already, if I had said something witty at school; I was stupid and ignorantand should learn to shut my mouth. Okay, to make a long story somewhat shorter, I wasn't meaning to say that much... I sucked, I was a horrible child, and became depressed. Depressed not in the 'Oh my gosh, my life is terrible, I didn't get the Mercedes' way, but in the way of: 'The world exists of different colors of grey, the only option to get through alive is be silent, pretend to be stupid, take a beating every now and then and just wait for the day you can reproduce, raise your children better than how you were raised, and die.' This was a defensemechanism I learned when I was about 5 or 6, and all was well... Untill I was about 7 years old, about 16 years ago. 16 friggin'years ago... I was enlisted (how do you call it in English?) in the boy scouts/sailing group; the only day in the week that was somewhat lighter grey for a few hours than the rest of my life at the time. One day a new girl came to our age-category. You all know the term 'struck by lightning'; well, that doesn't even begin describing what I felt the moment a few weeks later when I realized that I loved somebody. I'll spoiler this because it gets kinda gross/ stalkerlike now. + Show Spoiler + We were in the main room of the scouts' room, for some reason we were standing around, probably waiting for instructions on what to do next, and the girl that had just joined stood about 6 feet away from me, facing someone in front of her, from my perperspective to the right. That girl had a lollipop, and when she was about to say something she took it out of her mouth, followeed by such a small thread of salive back to her lower lip for a splitsecond... When I saw her like that; her green ocean eyes sparkling in the light, her soft slightly curved smiling lips, her silken brown hair ablaze thanks to the sun's rays... My pupils widened, my heart opened and this moment lasted for, I assure you this, at least 3 hours... I was in love, This was the girl I was meant to be with, this was the girl I had to prove myself to, this was the girl that would become my reward if I survived long enough to leave the house, this was the girl I wanted to kiss my first kiss with. She was shy, she never had any real interest in boys, always hanging out with 4 of her girl friends, even through the years where people start to experiment and fall in love. She never did anything with anybody. If this wasn't a sign that we were meant to be together, what would be? Ofcourse, it wasn't... I once triewd to kiss her after a party when I was about 16, 8 years later, and she was startled, she leaned back and never again changed more words with me than the usual 'hey, how are you'/ 'I'm fine'... My heart was broken, and still is. I'm 23 years old now, I make a lot of money compared to my friends, I've got my own house, I've had a couple of great looking girlfriends and even live together right now. I'n the end however, when my girlfriend isn't at our place, I must constrain myself not to look up pictures of this girl I've been in love with for the past 16 years, to not cry over another empty bottle of scotch and an ashtray filled with sigarettes because I am a disappointmend to my father and never, ever spoke to her again. I haven't seen her IRL for 4 years now, I doubt she would recognize me in a bar or on the street, I don't want to look at her facebook profile in complete agony of fear that she might have a boyfriend... I continue to see the world in different shades of grey, I'm more arrogant and more intelligent than all the people I know, I've accomplished more than any of my friends and I will have create my own future, just like I did when walking away from my elderly home when I was 16. However, I will never be with her... God, I hope she's a lesbian, hell, I hope she dies in an accident so that she'll never be with someone else... All I know is that if I would've made the right choices, if I had tried harder, if I was smarter, if I I had accomplished more earlier, she might've been mine, and her lips could've been the first mine touched... I love her, with all of my heart, I did from the moment I saw her that day, and I will untill the day that I die. 16 years have gone by, another 80 to go before I can finally shut my eyes and let my soul be with her in a better place. I'm sorry for the terrible, terrible English, I was a little emotional and had to tell this to someone, you, the kind person on the other end of teh interwebs that took the time to read this. On topic: - I wouldn't have read this post if someone else posted this, TL;DR, such an emo-whiny boy. Edit: spoiler fail Pretty deep bro, pretty deep. I guess I'm glad in a way that those feelings have only lasted for a week or so for me before getting over it. I guess none were the right one. | ||
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venomium
Netherlands245 Posts
On November 18 2010 16:14 Danze wrote: + Show Spoiler + On November 18 2010 16:07 venomium wrote: Alright, this isn't going to be a one-line, but bear with me; First of all, some background to this confession; I'm a 23 year old caucasian male, I grew up in a moderate-income family in a great neighbourhood with my own room and my own stuff. So far, s good... Unfortunately, I was an unwanted child, unwanted, mostly, by my father. Thanks to his shrewed up definition of 'honor', or whatever he calls it, he married my mother and thus the father I grew up with. Notice how I used the word 'unwanted'. When I was 2 weeks old, it was apparant that I was a literal crybaby, my father's solution to this problem that ketp him awake at night? Shake the baby, shake it, hit it and it'll shut up. It worked, it didn't cry anymore... And thus a new way of parenting was inventing; whenever the child cried, was noisy or whatever; hit it. As I grew older and older the beatings became more savage, up till a point yeaqrs later that I was thrown around the livingroom untill I lost consciousness. This, I could live with, pain doesn't kill you, my bones were never broken and the bruises were only partly visible... What I couldn't stand was the fact that I was a lozer, an idiot, with everything I did. I made a drawing; it wasn't between the lines, I got an A- on a test; it was just a rehearsal of what I should've learned already, if I had said something witty at school; I was stupid and ignorantand should learn to shut my mouth. Okay, to make a long story somewhat shorter, I wasn't meaning to say that much... I sucked, I was a horrible child, and became depressed. Depressed not in the 'Oh my gosh, my life is terrible, I didn't get the Mercedes' way, but in the way of: 'The world exists of different colors of grey, the only option to get through alive is be silent, pretend to be stupid, take a beating every now and then and just wait for the day you can reproduce, raise your children better than how you were raised, and die.' This was a defensemechanism I learned when I was about 5 or 6, and all was well... Untill I was about 7 years old, about 16 years ago. 16 friggin'years ago... I was enlisted (how do you call it in English?) in the boy scouts/sailing group; the only day in the week that was somewhat lighter grey for a few hours than the rest of my life at the time. One day a new girl came to our age-category. You all know the term 'struck by lightning'; well, that doesn't even begin describing what I felt the moment a few weeks later when I realized that I loved somebody. I'll spoiler this because it gets kinda gross/ stalkerlike now. + Show Spoiler + We were in the main room of the scouts' room, for some reason we were standing around, probably waiting for instructions on what to do next, and the girl that had just joined stood about 6 feet away from me, facing someone in front of her, from my perperspective to the right. That girl had a lollipop, and when she was about to say something she took it out of her mouth, followeed by such a small thread of salive back to her lower lip for a splitsecond... When I saw her like that; her green ocean eyes sparkling in the light, her soft slightly curved smiling lips, her silken brown hair ablaze thanks to the sun's rays... My pupils widened, my heart opened and this moment lasted for, I assure you this, at least 3 hours... I was in love, This was the girl I was meant to be with, this was the girl I had to prove myself to, this was the girl that would become my reward if I survived long enough to leave the house, this was the girl I wanted to kiss my first kiss with. She was shy, she never had any real interest in boys, always hanging out with 4 of her girl friends, even through the years where people start to experiment and fall in love. She never did anything with anybody. If this wasn't a sign that we were meant to be together, what would be? Ofcourse, it wasn't... I once triewd to kiss her after a party when I was about 16, 8 years later, and she was startled, she leaned back and never again changed more words with me than the usual 'hey, how are you'/ 'I'm fine'... My heart was broken, and still is. I'm 23 years old now, I make a lot of money compared to my friends, I've got my own house, I've had a couple of great looking girlfriends and even live together right now. I'n the end however, when my girlfriend isn't at our place, I must constrain myself not to look up pictures of this girl I've been in love with for the past 16 years, to not cry over another empty bottle of scotch and an ashtray filled with sigarettes because I am a disappointmend to my father and never, ever spoke to her again. I haven't seen her IRL for 4 years now, I doubt she would recognize me in a bar or on the street, I don't want to look at her facebook profile in complete agony of fear that she might have a boyfriend... I continue to see the world in different shades of grey, I'm more arrogant and more intelligent than all the people I know, I've accomplished more than any of my friends and I will have create my own future, just like I did when walking away from my elderly home when I was 16. However, I will never be with her... God, I hope she's a lesbian, hell, I hope she dies in an accident so that she'll never be with someone else... All I know is that if I would've made the right choices, if I had tried harder, if I was smarter, if I I had accomplished more earlier, she might've been mine, and her lips could've been the first mine touched... I love her, with all of my heart, I did from the moment I saw her that day, and I will untill the day that I die. 16 years have gone by, another 80 to go before I can finally shut my eyes and let my soul be with her in a better place. I'm sorry for the terrible, terrible English, I was a little emotional and had to tell this to someone, you, the kind person on the other end of teh interwebs that took the time to read this. On topic: - I wouldn't have read this post if someone else posted this, TL;DR, such an emo-whiny boy. Edit: spoiler fail Pretty deep bro, pretty deep. I guess I'm glad in a way that those feelings have only lasted for a week or so for me before getting over it. I guess none were the right one. Thanks for the reply m8, not sure why I posted that, guess I just wanted that off my chest... Confession - For some reason, anonymous internet forums filled with people you don't know are really great to throw your psychological garbage... Guess I'm drunk, for those who are aware of timezones, I'm just home from a nightshift, last in a row, so it's my weekend, I'm allowed to drink... And about the right one? Well, I don't think there really is someone like that... The girl in my writeup is a girl I idolized over the years, I worship the very ground she walks on... She's beautiful, yes, but if we were dating we would break up in a matter of days, I'm sure of it... In the end, everyone settles for someone he or she can talk with, have kinda decent intercourse with, can somehow stand up with 24/7 and not be irritated with all the little things. Life sucks untill you die, then your wishes come true. Unless your Buddhist, then shit happens all over again. (Sorry mods, don't ban me if I'm too rude, I'm just a learning poster:D^^) | ||
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-EvilGenius
Norway6 Posts
On August 17 2010 17:19 kNyTTyM wrote: I often read threads backwards (this one included). Rofl same, thats how I found your post after starting reading from the very last page. Confession: I'm at work. | ||
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fabulously
Norway724 Posts
On November 18 2010 16:07 venomium wrote: I love her, with all of my heart, I did from the moment I saw her that day, and I will untill the day that I die. 16 years have gone by, another 80 to go before I can finally shut my eyes and let my soul be with her in a better place. Man, so sorry to hear about that horrible childhood and the fact that you view the world in shades of gray. When it comes to this girl, the fact that you never really "had" her makes her kind of an obsession in addition to your initial feelings. Love such as this can be so all-consuming. I've been there. My confession of the day: Most of the time I feel so disconnected from my real life friends. | ||
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Zoler
Sweden6339 Posts
On November 11 2010 03:48 oo_xerox wrote: i miss broodwar so. much. + Show Spoiler + ![[image loading]](http://cdn0.knowyourmeme.com/i/000/054/421/original/Manly_Tears.jpg?1276385220) | ||
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erazor
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AutaN
Italy3 Posts
this is the first time i write on this forum i'm at work.. i spend most of my work time lurking TL | ||
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couches
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SC2 doesn't captivate me like BW did. I cannot motivate myself to play SC2. It's just, blah. | ||
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Treemonkeys
United States2082 Posts
I got to jack in the box to get a coke and some tacos. I see the girl there all the time and she is kinda cute. She hands me my coke and then my change, I fucking drop it on the ground because my hands are so terrible. She says sorry I say it was okay and I just drive off as I am saying it, never getting my tacos. I was so embarrassed I wasn't thinking and when I realized what happened I was still so embarrassed I just went and got lunch somewhere else, paying for two lunches. It feels good to confess to random strangers. | ||
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CyuntiyuL
Canada1740 Posts
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NoUShutUp
United States172 Posts
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