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Eeyore ## Admin ## 12/10/14(Sun)22:41 No. 1 ID: 8ff395 [Reply] [Last 50 posts] 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.

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Eeyore 16/02/16(Tue)19:55 No. 4756 ID: 02688c

a banner for you: >>/banner/1271

Eeyore 16/05/20(Fri)15:35 No. 4905 ID: 64cd00 [Reply]

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Does anybody else take a grim comfort in the sadder aspects of life? We cannot feel happiness if not for the bad times, and all that is good must eventually come to an end. Why not embrace these things rather than fighting them? Why do we fight such an inevitable part of life?

"All things must come to an end...life, love, and even the universe itself."

Eeyore 16/05/21(Sat)13:47 No. 4910 ID: d78ba2

Several conversations have been had here recently about this very phenomenon, but yes, in brief, I have given up on trying to deny the depressed and morbidly-infatuated part of myself and I'm now trying to integrate it into my greater active perspective. So far, I feel more "comfortable", in a loose and difficult to describe sort of way, with myself and my mind. People know that I usually feel blue and think about death a lot, so they've mostly stopped saying things like "you should just think positively." It kind of gives me the breathing space I need to figure out how to deal with being happy on the limited occasions that I am, actually. It's weird.

sage 16/05/24(Tue)19:46 No. 4918 ID: 75c683

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I think the idea of our lack inability to feel happiness without sadness is a nonsensical assumption.
ITT: God is a huge prick.

Eeyore 16/04/24(Sun)04:13 No. 4876 ID: 2122dc [Reply]

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this is a picture of my dead boyfriend.

two years alone and who cares.

post pictures of people you were close to that are now dead, and tell us about them, if you want. spread proof of their existence in some small way. I get the feeling that everyone that knew him, including his mom and his brother, and just trying to pretend like he never existed in the first place.

I have no one to talk to about him and all my best memories from the last six years have him in it.

I miss ya, buppy.

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Eeyore 16/05/02(Mon)17:14 No. 4893 ID: 7fd455

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...her name was Carla.
We fucked once.
I used to have a huge crush on her. I never talked to her about it, though.
We stopped talking right about after highschool.
She wound up having 2 kids and getting married. Shit was going well. I was hearing from her on and off. Then she hung her self out of the blue. No on, really, knows or understands why.

She left behind two kids and their father, being such a huge peace of shit he was, ended up raping one and actually giving her (a 3 year old) a sexual transmitted disease.

I miss Carla, alot. But, I feel sorry, most of all, for the kids.

Eeyore 16/05/23(Mon)08:05 No. 4916 ID: 9c3171

That's some real stuff, that's what I've come to expect from this world

Eeyore 16/05/24(Tue)19:44 No. 4917 ID: 75c683

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Yeah, life is a huge bastard.

Shave Balls 15/12/30(Wed)23:18 No. 4700 ID: af9dd7 [Reply]

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Well, what's got you so grim, /grim/?
What was it that led to you ending up here?

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Eeyore 16/05/14(Sat)07:07 No. 4903 ID: 759123

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You sound like a fucking lunatic, which you aren't. Get over yourself. I've fucked up more times than I can count, maybe as many times as you. So you lost someone? Many here had no one to begin with. This gives you an experience that you can learn from. You can learn about others, and more importantly, about yourself. Use it to better yourself and strive for a goal, no matter how small, large, or insane it might be in concept. Reflecting upon the past, no matter how it makes you feel, is a good thing. But remember, everyday is a new one. You can make the decision to change your future with a single measly second, that's all it takes for a dream to fruitate and take hold.

tragic hero Eeyore 16/05/23(Mon)02:49 No. 4914 ID: 01fab4

Here's a disclaimer: my depression has morphed into bitterness, so I'll probably come off as an unsympathetic asshole. In a way, I am one. This is the result of keeping my emotions to myself. It's not even justified, I hate what I've become.

You're right, I'm not a lunatic. But I am mentally unstable, at best. (If the stint in the mental ward was no indication of that...) Though I can't handle adversity too well anymore, I am somewhat functional: I held down a dead end job for about a month.

And it's not like I had anyone to begin with either; I went through years of dark shit and near suicides without anyone to guide me through it. I know I was comparatively lucky to even get a chance to change that, but still. In the end, even that was for nothing ("A lifetime of holding on, only to let go"). All of my achievements mean fuck all. That's what I get for being prideful ("A great effort gone to waste").

I admit, I am taking myself too seriously. But it's kind of hard not to when you know you're going to die with heartache, regardless of what you do at this point ("Guy in the Glass"). That you failed in every goal you ever had (set new goals? like what? call me delusional, but I had dreams of education reform... it's meaningless now, because it's not something I'm capable of accomplishing anymore). I had a taste of greatness, then I was robbed of it. I got a second chance, and instead of being thankful, I wasted it. Basically, I'm a dumbass.

At my peak, I was able to attract 4 girls to me just by walking into a room, while also taking an exam at the same time. Nowadays, I cry myself to sleep, only to dream of crying in my bed. Grief that deep will take lots of time and hard work to heal. Worth it, yes, but I don't even know where to start healing that much pain.

I'm basically this retard Paul from this short story:


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tragic hero Eeyore 16/05/23(Mon)03:01 No. 4915 ID: 01fab4

"So go ahead and lecture me, I don't really care."
Sorry, that's a bit of a misnomer, and comes across as way too hostile. I was ranting, so I got carried away. Not a good excuse, I know. Remember, asshole. At this point, I'd like to think I'm a Jerkass Woobie. I don't know though.

Anyway, what I meant was that I appreciate the response. It's nice to have anyone to even fucking talk to at this point. Instead of "lecture", I meant something more along the lines of "It's more than just 'Getting over myself', I don't know where to start on this journey of self-help, it'll take years to recover from all this and I don't exactly have a clear path in front of me. I denied my own pathway, so I'm a bit of a lost soul in that regard."

Completely different things, I know. Remember, dumbass.

Sometimes I wonder what made me lovable in the first place.

Eeyore 16/05/21(Sat)12:43 No. 4907 ID: 0478a4 [Reply]

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I just thought I'd share a story I haven't really cared to talk about, but for some reason I have an impulse to let it out now.

I'm a postal worker and there was this girl at a postal outlet about my age. I'd see her there a few times a week as I drop stuff off. One day I dropped some stuff off and exchanged a few words with her, and a customer at the counter stared at us and said that she was a matchmaker and that we were perfect for each other. We both sort of laughed it off and we both knew it. It wasn't awkward for us at all days after. She was shy and lowered her head slightly as she chuckled at the comment but I knew how right the lady was.

If I was straight, she would have been my soulmate. Her name was Sam.

That lady was like that angel that comes by once in everyone's life and bestows you with some wisdom by which you should follow, or as a "sign" for better fortune, and mine happened to be a mistake.

There are truly some days I wish I was straight. We continued our routines, seeing her there, and at some point she said she was quitting in a few months, and I was about to be re-assigned to a new route. I never saw her again. :(

I'm really sorry, God, for being gay. She was the one for me. We totally clicked in a way that I hadn't with any girl before. Although she was absolutely beautiful, I just wasn't sexually attracted to her and I am so sorry.

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Eeyore 16/05/21(Sat)14:37 No. 4911 ID: 00cad0

This guy is a dumb faggot:
Trying to proselytize his ideology.

From my research there appear to be 2 tiers of homos: genuine inborn homos and those that became homo after childhood trauma. You know this girl was attractive and love her other qualities, but feel no sexual attraction. It sounds like there's a barrier there that isn't natural. I mean worst case scenario you could've asked her to use a strapon.
If it continues to be a concern and I'm right about my guess of childhood sexual trauma then consider seeking therapy or God, but be wary of people eager to mislead you to sell you something you don't want/need.

Eeyore 16/05/22(Sun)03:30 No. 4912 ID: 75c683

I remember a time when believing in the existence of magical men in the sky was a mark of shame.

Eeyore 16/05/22(Sun)17:42 No. 4913 ID: e5c393

>I'm really sorry, God, for being gay.
You poor, warped little homo. Who imposed this way of thinking on you? Did they make you believe being who you are insults the creator of their known universe?

You have a point: that girl could have been your last chance to experiment with a straight relationship--but by your own admission your sexual orientation was clear, and she wasn't it. This experiment would not have gone well; few attempts by gay men and straight women to make such shams ever end well.

Your problem is religious shame, not that girl or any other. You've been made to feel awful about who you are by people who need books to make their moral choices for them. Fuck them--in their asses if you can.

Eeyore 16/03/23(Wed)07:21 No. 4824 ID: 759123 [Reply]

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I know it's bad to dwell on the past, on happier times you may have had. But It's all I seem to do now. I get drunk, and listen to the same music I did when I was younger to induce melancholy.

With that being said, what were the happiest moments of your life (if any) thus far /grim/?

High school for me. Pathetic and cliche I know. I had friends who I thought would last forever, and made so many amazing memories. I was extremely passionate, yet naive, about my 'inspiring' future. Looking back on the view I had on everything when I was 18 compared to today makes me understand what it truly means to grow up

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Eeyore 16/05/09(Mon)14:58 No. 4897 ID: 474440

Those times when I used to live in my hometown a village. No internet, no smartphone,no distraction. Playing cricket and football till I am completely tired and end the day with a swim in the pond near by then coming back home and getting yelled by my dear mother.

Those were the happiest days. no worries, no tension. Just freedom.

Eeyore 16/05/10(Tue)08:12 No. 4899 ID: 2a9baf

Definitely high school for me too, OP. Me and my friends group (there were 5 of us) would fuck around all day during school and spend almost every single weekend together listening to music, playing video games, and just talking. It truly was the best time of my life, and I think it always will be.

Eeyore 16/05/16(Mon)22:53 No. 4904 ID: 72f3d5

Nostalgia is a horribly addictive depressant.

I've had a lot of good times really; still having some now--but I think a lot about the wasted time, the wasted opportunities, and my wasted potential.

My childhood was horrible, but not as horrible as a lot of other kids. I wasn't physically or sexually abused by anybody. I was emotionally abused by my peers in school; and an investigation proved that the school faculty were complicit in the systematic bullying of undersize, overweight, and otherwise non-Aryan-Pride students (even though I and nearly everyone was white). It was also horrifcally embarassing; I embarassed myself with a sickening regularity throughout my childhood years.

In school, I never liked doing the work. I always turned in my algebra homework with answers only--never wrote anything else down in high-school math, which made my teacher furious but she knew I wasn't cheating on the tests. Never did homework for English class (until my parents talked the school into giving me a chance at AP English), or a lot of others (a habit I picked up in grade school). I was always late. I'm still always late (another habit that developed in grade school) and I know now there were things I could have done--signs my school and family should have been watching for--to indicate that I needed readjustment, that something wasn't working for me and my potential wasn't being realized (the way my failing grades became As and Bs in AP classes should have sent up a flag).

So I went goth, got into drugs and alcohol entirely too early in life (not the earliest perhaps, cigarrets: 11? weed: 12, alcohol: 14? hard/exotic/designer drugs: 18). University provided unprecidented opportunities ...to get high, have sex, get drunk, and all but drop out. There was a really proud moment there where I doubled up, snaked my way into the Dean of Enrollment's personal calendar, cleared my name and four bad grades, enrolled in two online colleges while taking full-time university classes and worked for the university's IT department--after spending my third year banned from campus wondering if a burger grill was hot enough to kill myself with.

Then have been some lows since then. Losing it, going to seek help for depression... Throwing away my early twenties on a girl who only wanted me to fulfill a childhood fantasy, then dissapear before her real adult life started (or maybe she just wanted to have a relationship with her father, hard to tell). ... Getting scammed every which way throughout my twenties: taxes embezzeled by my first carreer-job employer, worked for 7 months for another company that never properly paid its employees... Ended up drastically relocating and being temporarly homeless for a girl who confessed that she was cheating on me afte Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Eeyore 16/05/02(Mon)03:37 No. 4890 ID: 0478a4 [Reply]

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I just come here for the music. Melancholic ambience rocks my world.

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Eeyore 16/05/09(Mon)13:06 No. 4896 ID: d0b1a9

Some browsers disable or break audio. Zealous adblocking contributes.
My phone's chrome never plays background music anywhere (but will play audio from flash videos). and my pc's epiphany is hit or miss on /grim/ (but always plays the /eh/levator theme).

Eeyore 16/05/11(Wed)23:59 No. 4901 ID: c75407

The music is Back Hall from the Amnesia soundtrack unless they changed it, fits pretty well

Eeyore 16/05/20(Fri)15:41 No. 4906 ID: 64cd00


It happens to me when I use the https version of the site and I have to manually.

Eeyore 16/01/12(Tue)08:41 No. 4715 ID: 035ab6 [Reply]

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I've never been a religious person. I Never, Even though my family is all catholic, understood the concept of faith as a way of living a life of fulfillment. It made me feel alienated as a child when they prayed to some greater being. I closed my eyes, like them. I said the words at the same time they did. I drank the wine and ate the bread like them. Yet, I was disconnected. Never felt some kind of grace or holy touch that would reassure me the existence of god.

But, today more than ever... I feel compelled to pray. Pray to that greater being so he can show me the way out of this madness. I know deep inside me that there's nothing more than an infinite chain of causes and effects that maintains this system. There's no particular reason for me to do it, but
When I pray, it gives me a false feeling of comfort, of calm.

I pray to this infinite void so he can numb my troubles with false promises

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Eeyore 16/04/18(Mon)18:20 No. 4870 ID: 2de39a

No, Prayer is more than wishful thinking. It is an attempt to focus your will into an intention. It is a mental string around your finger for your desires and a chance to let your desires known to the cosmos. A self-affirmation. But prayers on their own will not work. You need to put the effort behind your words and act.

Eeyore 16/04/25(Mon)01:03 No. 4878 ID: 6c2e10

>an attempt to focus your will into an intention
You could get that from meditation and you wouldn't have to talk to imaginary friends.

Andromeda 16/05/11(Wed)02:46 No. 4900 ID: 2845a5

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People may attempt to climb a ladder to the moon, but it won't happen.

Praying has never, in the history of our existence, helped anyone or helped do anything.


Concentrate your mind in other areas of your life. Physical, real solid areas that strike actions and create visible domino effects, helping others or finding ways to help yourself, it will produce a noticeable change in your life and it will come back to you. If you want to believe in something, believe in karma, believe in science and reason. Believe in truth. And question. Everything. It's good you are questioning now, because you will get answers, from me and others.

Yes, the universe is enormous and dark and full of shit we will never hope to understand. That is because we are part of something so enormous that religion would be an ignorant system to try to comprehend it, to say itah our tiny, miniscule place in the universe is all just for us.

Do small, miniscule things, they build. Trust me.

Then you might find happiness.

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Eeyore 16/04/30(Sat)04:29 No. 4884 ID: 01fab4 [Reply]

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Some more /grim/ music for you


Eeyore 16/05/01(Sun)21:40 No. 4887 ID: ca7e87

Totally different genre, but to me this album is the perfect soundtrack to suicidal contemplation. The band's name is not a coincidence.


Eeyore 16/05/01(Sun)22:17 No. 4888 ID: f1d3df

This one does it for me.


Eeyore 16/01/19(Tue)02:35 No. 4724 ID: 20134a [Reply]

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Mental illnes thread
i was diagnosed with MDD, doctor prescripted Seronil and going to a group therapy. So long, i'm one week on this drug and only thing i want to do is sleeping or killing myself.

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Eeyore 16/04/25(Mon)05:18 No. 4880 ID: d4d059

ha ha ha

i am schizophrenic 1 and bp 1

suppose d to take a plethora of pills which i do not

risperidone for example is poison

Eeyore 16/04/26(Tue)11:48 No. 4881 ID: 6e6299


Eeyore 16/04/26(Tue)22:54 No. 4882 ID: c0579a

with opiate addiction
been clean for almost a whole year but relapsed a week ago
now I am going through withdrawals the second time around

got fired from my job
and therapist essentially quit because me continually lying
also I broke down in class in front of everyone yesterday

but itd one of those things where it becomes too much but you are in almost shock because of how quickly everything can fall apart. its almost funny how everything can worse when you think you are already at the bottom.

Ive been on 13 different meds and 2 antipsychotics/mood stabilizer last year and they do exactly nothing

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