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Eeyore ## Admin ## 12/10/14(Sun)22:41 No. 1 ID: 8ff395 [Reply] Stickied

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Yep, this is an actual board. Congratulations to you.. you sad, lonely individuals. I think the best way to describe this board is to just copy paste the post that inspired it's trip on to /777/:
"There's too much happiness on this site already. We need more cold stuff, more darkness and unhappiness.
I propose a /grim/ board. Where we gather to share jokes that aren't funny. Grim stuff like gore perhaps. Murder stories. Genocide. Results of war. Pictures of areas in the dark. Pictures of crumbling ruins. Pictures of thing that are decreasing in value or are stagnant in value in the sense that they cannot get any more undesired. Also, Nigrachan is obligatory."

Lets have a minor tweak of the rules from the /777/, version. This board is not for gore. Gore posters will be banned. It's just for generally miserable shit, just go with the stuff that is in the above quote and you should be fine. Any further rules will be made up as we go along if necessary and will be added to this post.

Go Wild.

To request future /777/s use this thread.

New Admin post 30th Sept, 2013.

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Eeyore 14/07/15(Tue)10:14 No. 3565 ID: be4b9e


Eeyore 13/11/24(Sun)18:10 No. 2366 ID: 844378 [Reply]

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How do i get cyanide on my hands? it is not that i plan to become a hero or anything it is just that the toughness of life seems easyer to go thrugh if you have the option of peacufully leving it.

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Eeyore 14/07/26(Sat)20:14 No. 3606 ID: 591d42

But i wish that i was 15 years old again so that i could recover my almost wasted Adolescence.

Matchbox+Prince 14/07/26(Sat)23:42 No. 3609 ID: 2f260d


I wish I were 12 again so I could fuck more boys than I already did.

Eeyore 14/07/26(Sat)23:48 No. 3610 ID: 591d42

Could you please elaborate?

Eeyore 13/12/07(Sat)17:50 No. 2436 ID: 141f6a [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

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Why are you sad, /grim/? Tell me your story.

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Eeyore 14/07/07(Mon)12:39 No. 3541 ID: 5a1834

My mom and dad never got along well in the past. My dad started drinking eventually, a lot.

One day, when my mom was out shopping. I was playing inside and ended up somehow locking up the door to the balcony from inside. (4th floor.)

That way, I had locked my father out on the balcony. I don't really remember fully but I think he was locked out for hours. He was drinking loads while locked out. Eventually, when he finished up the last bottle; he jumped.

He didn't die, in contrast to what I tell people. I tell people my father is dead just because it's easier. I've had a total of fifteen stepdads after that. All came with their own sets of rules, and their own personalities. And I simply adjusted to those. Throwing away whatever my real thoughts were and then just went along with the flow.

I think my mom is bad with men. One of the first few stepdads was someone who didn't see me as a child. But more as a piece of furniture to use for his own personal pleasure. Well actually, maybe it was exactly because I was a child.

I was bullied all the way untill the 3th year I was in highschool, simply because I was different from the other kids. I didn't really smile a lot you know?

A few years ago, I became more of a shut-in. And got in contact with a lot of people online. For some reason, I was able to pick out all the people whom seemed like they were about to break. And I started taking it on me to help them back up. To guide them up on that hill called life. Whilest I stayed on the bottom, to search for more people to help up.

I'd fake trust in people to gain theirs, I'd try to get them up by whatever means possible. And then, when they were enjoying their lives. I just headed in another direction and slowely faded from their lives. I've repeated this a total of 21 times.
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Eeyore 14/07/11(Fri)08:53 No. 3552 ID: 7e0a20

>denying the other outcome of me
But you see, everyone on this planet is just a different outcome of the same human mould; what you enjoyed was providing the tools necessary to attain the shape that was strived for; this intentional actualization has another form, something you are quick to call sinful only because of its destruction. Were building our only duty, this planet would have even more abandonment than it does already.

Eeyore 14/07/26(Sat)22:46 No. 3608 ID: c22445

Depressed for so long it's become something normal, and this is why;

Grew up sheltered
Spent every Kindergarten day sitting alone
Picked on and still alone in Middle
Make some friends & Meet a girl
Expelled from Middle school
Friends slowly drift away
Attempt Suicide - Figured 11 pills was enough, Turned out it wasn't, Doctors claimed it was luck, but I'd say otherwise
Lose girlfriend early into High-school
No friends at all
Lost the motivation to push myself
Spend every day alone again
Realized it'll only get harder
Developed social anxieties
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Richard Atkinson 14/05/03(Sat)03:47 No. 3178 ID: 0bbbe8 [Reply]

Goodbye, /grim/

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Eeyore 14/07/08(Tue)08:18 No. 3543 ID: eae10c

Goodbye, Richard.
See you around.

Ghostly 14/07/18(Fri)21:46 No. 3572 ID: 60944a

Adios friend.
I'll see you in Valhalla.

Shephered 14/07/26(Sat)22:28 No. 3607 ID: c22445


Good bye, Richard. I Hope they have the best Internet connection, wherever you may be.

Eeyore 14/05/27(Tue)06:51 No. 3313 ID: a1f47c [Reply]

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For those of you who choose to resist, how do you combat depression? Post tips to help other anons.
For me, looking forward to something is the key. Plan a walk in the woods, a cigarette or weed break, or counting down the days to a potentially good movie or video game. I go day by day like this. Sometimes its not so bad

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Eeyore 14/07/26(Sat)03:10 No. 3598 ID: cda15e

To relinquish self determination to the unseen, unknown, unproved and unquestionable. This is not the answer to your problems.
I ride out depression, express my feelings as best I can through whatever medium best suits and ride it out. Some days I think of hanging myself, some days I think I could have a wonderful family with a beautiful person, some days both. You just carry on, because if you don't you never, ever feel anything at all ever again.

Death vs. Prayer? Eeyore 14/07/26(Sat)05:50 No. 3599 ID: be4b9e

Did you mean questionable?

>To relinquish self determination to the unseen, unknown, unproved and unquestionable. This is not the answer to your problems.
Isn't hanging yourself comparable to this?

Eeyore 14/07/26(Sat)13:45 No. 3605 ID: cda15e

>Did you mean questionable?
No I did not mean questionable, you cannot question something that is supposedly infallible let alone something that doesn't even exist.

>Isn't hanging yourself comparable to this?
No, hanging yourself is self determination.

Eeyore 14/07/24(Thu)07:02 No. 3589 ID: 9ab1ca [Reply]

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The American Dream is one big lie. Everything is one big lie at this point. If it isn't being crippled by people rather they be loved ones or ones who abuse you. Or circumstances beyond your control, life currently to me is all about getting fucked. Currently in life I owe way to much money to do anything, though I have a steady job no bank loans money due to bad credit history. So I am fucked there. My last relationship of 5 years was a waste of time and money.Partially why I am in this situation. My father decided not to help me finish college because he wanted to go out and whore himself to people. No one... is really there to help me. With anything.

No matter how much I put myself out for people in the hope of getting a helping hand... no one gives a shit. No one cares... its all about how much people can drain from you. Too much of a bitch ass to kill myself and too broken to change. My life is a never ending cycle of bacon, depression, lack of money and just... emotional neutrals.

I hate to say I don't know how to feel but I honestly don't. Years of being used, abused, manipulated, verbally assaulted has made me numb to my situation. Which is even worse sounding than it is... to be in a situation where the suffering of other people doesn't move you to tears or even emotion is sad.

Faith I feel as sad as it is might be the biggest lie on the planet. As normally a person who has long had faith it is now mostly dead if not forgotten by the side of the road. All by people.

So I don't know what to do I mean. I can't even afford therapy. Just felt like venting, we will see how I fare tomorrow if I get the emotional strength to push forward.

Matchbox+Prince 14/07/24(Thu)10:13 No. 3591 ID: 2f260d

I doubt it helps, but college wouldn't have helped in either case. If you weren't born rich, and you're not fantastically lucky, nothing you do will really matter. You'll probably just end up living paycheck-to-paycheck like the rest of us. We support Wal-Mart because the alternative is starvation. Welcome to America.

Eeyore 14/07/25(Fri)08:28 No. 3596 ID: 5e7b46

If you think the American Dream is a lie, than why is your source of depression money?

I'm not good with words of wisdom, but I'll offer you some real, hard advice if you want to move forward; join the military.

If you want to stay close to home, and go to school, join the National Guard. They have very well paying jobs with little qualification. After basic (~4 months) you only work once a month. You get off tuition, and get the GI bill, as well as the respect of being in the military.

The military life isn't easy though. It's hard and teaches discipline. Just my advice if you want to get off your ass and break the cycle.

Eeyore 14/07/25(Fri)17:21 No. 3597 ID: 545ebe

America was very much a dream for the enterprising boomer, but that's where it ends.

Eeyore 14/07/13(Sun)13:08 No. 3556 ID: 71f4cb [Reply]

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Hey /grim/

I wanted to share this guy's story with you. It's basically mine and someone asked for it:


Fellow was prescribed an antibiotic that destroyed his body from the inside out. Ate away all the connective tissue and damaged his nervous system, and left to rot by clueless doctors. This guy embodies the spirit of grim. It sounds so implausible it has to be some one-off occurrence or a nutjob right?

Well exact same thing happened to me at the end of last year after taking the same antibiotic. My whole body got wrecked with the same problems: all tendons and joints fucked, can barely walk still today, brain fried, neuropathy, etc., much of what he listed. Some still appearing today, some no doubt permanent. Not quite as strong as his but instead combined with other medical problems it worsened. Doctors and staff try to sweep it under the rug, most aren't even aware the drug has FDA black labels warning about some of this (there was not a single word of warning by doctors or pharmacy spoken or written, and no requirement where I am apparently), there's no treatment, no way to prove cause/effect, and no compensation. The doctor gave me the pills for what turned out to be a wrong diagnosis (for a problem that - guess what - I still have and it didn't even remotely fix!).

Trusting doctors and other people = biggest mistake of my life. The worst is, even at the time, I knew better. This kills me every day. I knew from contacts you have to look everything up they give you because they get too much of their info directly from pharmaceutical reps, and from experience that half the time a family doctor's diagnosis is bullshit. Antibiotics are a 40 billion dollar year industry and it shows.

I live in a different dimension now, a dimension of nothing but grim and pain and losing sanity and circling and repeating. Everything that happened before this has become meaningless, as of this week, entirely. I was sort of fit before and relied on that. A month before this happened I had what someone called an epiphany and was about to change a lot of things in my life. In an overload of ironies I don't want to detail, it was all crushed and things I just found out I needed badly in life all became fantasies as I lost every means to get to them, and every means to make anything right.

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Eeyore 14/07/24(Thu)10:52 No. 3592 ID: 71f4cb

I gotta tell you grim, my brain is so broken right now, the only thing keeping me from flying out of here tonight is the fact I don't have a drug strong enough to guarantee I won't feel anything on impact from this height.

Eeyore 14/07/24(Thu)14:15 No. 3593 ID: e421ec


Eeyore 14/07/26(Sat)05:58 No. 3600 ID: be4b9e

>Anyhow this probably didn't need to be a thread unless someone else has a situation like this. Just late night sperging. No idea what the fuck I'm doing.
I think it's perfectly appropriate for the board. It made me remember >>2683 .
One could hope it helped you as the OP in some way posting this thread.

Eeyore 14/07/21(Mon)05:57 No. 3582 ID: dcd4d3 [Reply]

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If i told you today, that your understanding of today's technology was completely sheltered, what would you do? what would you do if i told you that right now, you may be one of the individuals being controlled, manipulated and will inevitably become an object of cruelty by your family, friends, relatives and even strangers?
Today's neurotechnology allows people to monitor your brain to the point that it translates your brain waves into actual words, and if more than one person has one of these devices than they can communicate, potentially. But then there's those devices made only to be on the receiving end, where you're the one who's being listened to, deceived and manipulated into somebody who the world will, on the outside, regard as crazy. You have no future, no family, no friends, only yourself, and the bastard who has been talking into your skull, it's like having a buddy next to you. Except you don't know who it is, or why he is there. He'll encourage you, discourage you, trash talk you, you'll argue with him, and when you do, he'll control you, and your body. There is no escape, except maybe trying for the other side of the world, or death.
Your emotions can be remote controlled, and the shit that he can make you feel, it can make death feel like a cold kiss, one that you would relish, one that you look forward to. The pain of helplessness, the pain of knowing that you're nothing but a lab rat, an experiment, and that inevitably, you will be thrown away, bottled up, there is nothing worse than knowing that everybody you know, knows it's happening. The sting of betrayal, the need for revenge, the need to find out who did this to you, but the knowledge that it can only happen if he let's it happen, and the knowledge that everyone knows exactly what you think, but like all else, the looming threat of insanity, and that of the modern day medicine that will seek you out when you try too hard to find out the truth.
The feeling of knowing every day you wake up, is another day lost to these people, who make it a daily thing to torment you, to say whatever it is that will hurt you most. Everybody is in your head, and nobody is on your side, nobody will ever let you in on it, you're the joke, you're the zoo animal, you're the one people think about to comfort themselves when they think they're down on their luck. You're the laughingstock, you're the alien, and there's no way out, try to make a move, and you have a set period of time until your will is sapped, like a leak in your car. You're a zombie, there is nothing left of you, but anger, and a constant yearning to find out why its happening. There is no escape.

Matchbox+Prince 14/07/21(Mon)10:51 No. 3583 ID: 2f260d

>What would you do?

I would tell you that you'll find a happier home at /x.

Eeyore 14/07/21(Mon)18:42 No. 3585 ID: 545ebe


Sounds like it would be a decent science fiction novel.

Eeyore 14/07/14(Mon)01:46 No. 3558 ID: 1b02b6 [Reply]

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For a few seconds a mind finds itself devoid of the set it has been accustomed to most of its history. In this new state it finds itself free from the attachments to the past where opportunity, freedom, and serene comfort meet. Manifested is an atmosphere/entity that one should consider to be the state of mind to strive for. However, the problem here has already been made known, albeit indirectly. You cannot exist in this state if you are aware of it. For every time you happen on it you realize its presence; you are aware of it. In turn, you immediately reflect back on yourself, your accomplishments, what you have done to get to that point. This trail of thought inevitably resumes the state that you are most familiar with: a relentless concern of others; a relentless concern of how others conceive you; a relentless concern of how you see yourself. At this state, where self-reflection exists and where careless concern of others and yourself does not, thought stops. The potential for true thought is interrupted by the mind closing back into its state most familiar, restarting the cycle of endless social and personal identification, interaction, and validation prominently sought in society. It’s the ego that will never go away. Someone once called it the “little dog” that always chases you everywhere you go. It’s hard to find happiness when you know that you can’t realize/know/be aware of it when you are. Is this “ego”, or “little dog”, a name given to the state of mind brought about by society? What becomes of a child who grows up in a world of his own who eventually gets sucked into the world of society (alternatively named the ego)? The fact that such questions are even being asked means that the person who posed the question has reached the point of no return, for he is now aware. He can never be fully happy again.

Someone said that happiness is like a butterfly. Chase it and it will elude you, but focus your attention on something else and it will quietly sit on your shoulder. The child hops like a frog, he sings like a bird, he swims like a fish, he is already happy. He has no reason to seek it. Drag him into the world we created, and he realizes he can no longer hop like a frog, sing like a bird, or swim like a fish. He is held in contempt for doing so. He is no longer happy, and so, as the cycle of our lives go: the ego manifests, which seeks validation from others, looks upon himself, and looks upon others with judgment. He becomes aware of the concept of happiness. To an extent, he can no longer be that which he once was. Only a fraction of it if the attention is diverted from it within the society that created that state of mind.

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Eeyore 14/07/14(Mon)09:02 No. 3561 ID: db3681

The problem is that even people who say that they care, don't. They may do kind acts towards others, but this is merely for validation to assure themselves that they are good. I'd guess that most of us do this, these false gestures of kindness. In the end we do these favors for ourselves, because we care about ourselves more. And I care too much.

Eeyore 14/07/20(Sun)02:44 No. 3580 ID: 545ebe

>but this is merely for validation to assure themselves that they are good.

Does it matter? We all have to choose sides in this cesspool of a world. Are you going to be carrying on the torch of positivity and productivity or will you tear it all down by succumbing to your feelings.

Eeyore 14/07/05(Sat)11:56 No. 3536 ID: 5f55c6 [Reply]

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Howdy, /grim/. I've more or less made up my mind at this point that I'm going to be ending my life sometime soon. Though, naturally, there are a number of things holding me back from sending myself out, like family, friends, goals I haven't achieved, etc.

I figure it will be easier to go with at least one of the above inhibitors off the list, so my question is what is the easiest, while as concise as possible, way to end friendships(without outright stating I'm going to kill myself and I don't want to be missed)? I figure acting like a jerk until they're utterly sick of me is an alright way to go about it, but I was looking for a second opinion.

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Eeyore 14/07/18(Fri)23:30 No. 3576 ID: 545ebe

>.. i don't think you [any of you] should kill yourselves unless you're in absolute, unending, zero hope, pure agony..

Not even then to be honest. Look at what Jesus had to endure but he never once lost faith and just carried on.

Eeyore 14/07/19(Sat)09:02 No. 3577 ID: be4b9e

>there's nothing left to learn or experience worth living out there.
When and how do you imagine that might happen?

Eeyore 14/07/19(Sat)19:56 No. 3579 ID: 1a97a9

Well, maybe I didn't explained myself right at all.
Hard as it is for the quoted situation to happen, it's not that unreal to think that ones body and mind will be deteriorated enough some day to make those experiences impossible to appreciate properly because of the pain and suffering of living.
I daily come across people who is living in awful conditions, even connected to machines for life, being nothing but a huge charge for them families and societies. That is unacceptable, lame, and coward; and the contact with such situations made me conclude that I must end my life while I'm still healthy in mind and body, so I can also enjoy the experience of death at it's maximum, choosing the best possible conditions for it.
Of course, being depressed and feeling lost in life are not the mentioned conditions, so if any of the readers is considering to kill themselves because of such feelings I would suggest him to reconsider it. Dying is something that happens just once, don't mess it like you did with your living if you still can.

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