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On May 02 2012 18:13 IcedteaSC2 wrote:
My best friend is going to afgan in the summer and 99% of the time i think about it i cry. not even embarrassed i love him
(i am straight and have a g/f)
I have two friends that I have this kind of connection with (the 3 of us grew up really close). A couple months ago, one of them told me he was suicidal and wanted to kill himself. I told him that I would never that him kill himself and that if he really had a desire to die, that he would let me be there to do it so he wouldnt die alone. I spent the next week crying myself to sleep thinking about it. Since then things have gotten better but I know for a fact I truly love my two best friends. I really feel for you. Having a connection like that is imo the most amazing thing I have ever felt on this planet. Stay strong man, your best friend needs you.
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Last night I was cooking naked and splashed some hot oil onto myself. It didnt hurt to bad at the time, but when I woke up today I found it had turned into a big blister.
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I'm still not over my ex. It's been more than 3 years.
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On May 03 2012 01:23 Soloside wrote:
I'm still not over my ex. It's been more than 3 years.
that's really bad man  could you do something like talking to her? or did your story end in a bad way?
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On May 03 2012 03:05 SoSexy wrote:Show nested quote +On May 03 2012 01:23 Soloside wrote:
I'm still not over my ex. It's been more than 3 years. that's really bad man could you do something like talking to her? or did your story end in a bad way?
Dated for 4 years. Ended because I was jealous that she was hanging out with another guy (I didn't know the was gay until we broke up)
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I'm a lazy shit and probably wont get a 1-1.
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On May 03 2012 01:23 Soloside wrote:
I'm still not over my ex. It's been more than 3 years.
although mine has only been ended for 7 months, yes, me too. Terribly miss her. If I think about it too much, I can probably stumble back into tears, and I hate admitting that. I can relate to you, man..
I'm a bit lazy as well. Strange, considering this drive I always have to succeed - get far in life, education, contribute to society, etc. At the same time, though, for most of my life, i've been fighting this lingering depression/cynicism/nihilism looming over me, for as long as I can remember. I've had one too many suicidal thoughts. I don't and probably won't do anything, though, because i've also figured it's a burden on my family, "friends," and the taxpayer dollar. So I stick around for the "maybes" and "what ifs." I've some-what grown out of this kind of phase.. I can easily fall back in, but for the most part, it's manageable now. But now I face this kind of problem where I never really thought of living in the future, and well, the future is coming now. I'm at a near gridlock of stress, confusion, and more at-the-end-of-the-day depression. And, at that end of the day, I feel alone. Myself only. People, I feel, don't nearly need me as much as I seem to need them. Because of this, some of the closest people I have, I feel willing to cut off with no problem or whims.
Sigh.
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On May 03 2012 01:23 Soloside wrote:
I'm still not over my ex. It's been more than 3 years.
It has been since last October for me. I was planning on proposing this past new years(would've been 7 year anniversary) and I am currently dating another person and find myself saying the same things to my new girlfriend that I did my old.
Sometimes I find myself thinking about her or creeping her facebook and just wish I could get over her :/
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On May 03 2012 03:34 Meser87 wrote:Show nested quote +On May 03 2012 01:23 Soloside wrote:
I'm still not over my ex. It's been more than 3 years. Sometimes I find myself thinking about her or creeping her facebook and just wish I could get over her :/
Neat trick: wrap an elastic band around your wrist and snap it each time you think of her. Give it about a week and your brain will associate thinking of her with bad pain, and will avoid it. Also works for getting over a crush that you know isn't going to happen.
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On May 03 2012 03:46 Rob28 wrote:Show nested quote +On May 03 2012 03:34 Meser87 wrote:On May 03 2012 01:23 Soloside wrote:
I'm still not over my ex. It's been more than 3 years. Sometimes I find myself thinking about her or creeping her facebook and just wish I could get over her :/ Neat trick: wrap an elastic band around your wrist and snap it each time you think of her. Give it about a week and your brain will associate thinking of her with bad pain, and will avoid it. Also works for getting over a crush that you know isn't going to happen.
Please. As if thinking about her isn't a "bad" pain enough as is.
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Sometimes I give my seat on the train to a really fat person so s/he can crush the people I had been sitting next to.
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Never felt the warmth of love from a woman. Wish for experience before my death.
Jealous of all those that have experienced it.
Hate those who talk about the pain and fear love.
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On May 03 2012 09:00 Ashakyre wrote:
Sometimes I give my seat on the train to a really fat person so s/he can crush the people I had been sitting next to.
If this is true...you're my new hero.
I would post a confession or two...but the ones I am thinking about most right now I would rather not post on here...If I could make a smurf I would just to do so, though.
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My first real gf fucked me over so hard I haven't ever let a girl get close to me (in a romantic way) ever since. That was 5 or 6 years ago.
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i smoke more weed than anyone i know
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My best friend was murdered nearly a year ago, I still think about him.
The murder was never found, I don't have a lot of friends and I'm still torn up about it.
I can't talk to anyone about it though because I'll break down.
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My best friend was murdered nearly a year ago, I still think about him.
The murder was never found, I don't have a lot of friends and I'm still torn up about it.
I can't talk to anyone about it though because I'll break down.
That's terrible. The only possible consolation I can think of when stuff like that happens is that it was just his time to go. I personally believe there are other planes of existence and in the grand scheme, everything is made right somehow.
Confession: I am in my late 20's, I got married almost 3 years ago, I wish I hadn't. Before I got married I would also lose interest in my girlfriends after about 6-9 months. I got enaged after dating my now wife for a year and got married 4 months after. She does terribly in school, can't pass most classes so she dropped out leaving us with a lot of student loans. She put on a lot of weight when we got married. She works like 20 hours a week for minimum wage and has no ambitions to be anything else. She has very few interests and always expects me to entertain her (which is usually just watching the very few TV shows she's willing to watch with her). I have nothing in common with her. I really feel like I'm wasting my youth and there's other people at my school I would rather be with (platonically and otherwise). But I worry that if I get divorced it will exacerbate the complex she got because her parents got divorced when she was 9 and felt abandoned all her life by her dad. I also worry that any relationship I ever have will result in the same fizzling out anyway. I know men are basically genetically coded to try to sleep with as many women as possible, so that's why I'm wondering if I'll never get over this. Even if my wife were the smartest, hottest, most emotionally stable woman in existence, 6 months later, I'd just grow tired of her too.
Edit: I have anxiety attacks when she is "late". Not a good sign?
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Here's a whole bunch for you guys, I need to clear my conscience and maybe tell a few funnies. Most of these aren't one line, more like 3-4, but I still want to get them off my chest:
Twice I've had to guest commentate on my friend's stream because he was busy getting laid at the time.
In the second grade I farted really loud and blamed it on a fat kid.
When I was in third grade I was playing soldiers with a friend of mine, and that day we were being Romans, so I chucked a stick like a spear and it ended up cutting the electric wire and our whole apartment building (maybe 10 rooms) lost power for the night. To this day nobody knows we were responsible.
Back in third grade my teacher hated me. Whenever we'd do math, arithmetic, etc. I always tried to find shortcuts or use things we hadn't learned yet and taught the other kids how to do it, and she hated my ass for it. So to piss her off in revenge I'd always steal her pencils or chalk. It would piss her off more but she never knew it was me.
I didn't actually have friends until maybe the fourth or fifth grade. I was known for maybe three things - knowing trigonometry at the age of 9, having the biggest head in the grade (figuratively and literally), and utterly failing at being funny. I'd make the most jokes, but nobody laughed at them... except me.
In the fifth grade I learned that an orgasm is something adults have and white stuff is supposed to shoot out your dick. I got really excited and told my friends that I was having orgasms already. (I was just peeing and learned this in the counselor's office two weeks later)
Sixth grade was my first year where I got to experience the friendzone. My balls dropped pretty early on, but almost every girl in my grade wasn't attractive in my eyes (at least at the time) so I took my horny ass to the seventh grade. I've been looking at older women ever since. I got as close as you can get when you're friggin' 11 years old, which isn't much.
Fast forward a few years and I'm looking at a pretty attractive girl. We hit it off really great, but it kinda petered out after a while. I just started losing interest after a few months and it ended pretty soon after that. About six months later, I realized that holy shit I still loved this girl. Went back after her, no dice. She moved on, I didn't. No big whup, this happened before, give it a few months, get a rebound girl, everything goes swimmingly, life goes on.
A short while later I was diagnosed with clinical depression. They gave me some pills to help deal with it, but I stopped taking them because I realized that I liked the feeling, it gave me an inferiority complex where I would do anything, anything at all in my power to elevate myself in life, strive to reach new heights, only stopped every night just before I go to sleep by the little voice in my head telling me that I would never get there, only if I went back after that girl...
I ended up coming out of that depression myself, after five long months of headaches and overachieving. I'm still a psycho, and judging by some of the gentlemen who posted above me I won't get over her for a long time as well.
All of my relationships since then have been getting less and less intimate.
But there's a happy ending to it. Yesterday was exactly one year since that whole clusterfuck happened. And at the exact time it happened, I stood exactly where I was a year ago. And I smiled. Because I realized that I'm far too young to be losing the fun of life over a single problem. Because I realized that there will be others who I can love more, and love me more. And because I realized that all my overachieving, every single badass/impossible/brave/stupid thing I have done to make me forget her and the depression I was going through, wasn't because of her after all.
It was all because of me.
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I realized that I have insecurity issues when it comes to relationships.
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