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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 14/02/27(Thu)06:34 No. 2901 ID: 3bff5f [Reply]

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When in the deepest valley of sadness, what moments in life do you look back on to cheer you up? While life seems hopeless now, what was the happiest time in your life?

For me, it would probably be my last year of high school. I had a small, tight group of friends, and loved Cross country. None of us were really 'popular', but we didn't care. Life was simply bliss. We would play Frisbee at the small park, sit around by the pool, and go to the lake. When everyone was busy, I went to a secret pond no one knew about, and just listened to some American Football and my thoughts.

Unfortunately everyone moved on during college. I look at these times with bitter sweetness.

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Eeyore 14/03/29(Sat)18:09 No. 3074 ID: 3b8914

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The past is dead. There were few exceptionally great moments - and those few will never happen again - this is fact. That's all I'm reminded of when thinking about the past. It reminds me there's nothing in the future.

Eeyore 14/08/23(Sat)08:41 No. 3675 ID: aacfbd

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OP here, thinking I'd bump my own thread.

I managed to get out of the tangles of depression. It's been 6 months since I've started this thread. I recently joined the military (going to basic in September), found out the girl of my dreams has moderate interest in me, and learned to accept myself.

I have been posting here since mid 2013. Looking back on it, I don't even know why I was depressed. I have learned that viewing the past as better than the future or present is not a good idea at all. For nostalgia purposes, sure, but for quality of life and happiness, no. You are setting yourself up for failure if you believe any part of the past held the maximum happiness destined for your life. I have crawled out of a hole of self harm, mutilation, and potential suicide all by myself. If a weak, simple minded person like me can, you can too. Keep your vision on the horizon, and seize what is yours

Pass-The-Cake 14/08/23(Sat)13:42 No. 3677 ID: d158d7

damn straight
I'm really glad things have been getting better for you
notice the fluctuation
the push and pull
like the tides being impacted by the moon
things change, little by little, and sometimes they will return to their previous state, but by then you will have a greater understanding of things...

good luck, friend. <3

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 14/08/16(Sat)06:45 No. 3662 ID: a51734

Putting my heart and soul into everything i do to go nowhere, school/job/hobbies nothing ever seems to work out no matter how much effort i put in. Even killing myself doesn't seem like it will work out. What do

Eeyore 14/08/22(Fri)12:17 No. 3674 ID: ed6a8b

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It feels like my mind is constantly tearing itself apart, my perpetually confused, neurotic thought pattern always has something to run through over and over and over again, some aspect of myself I fear, some hypochondria.
It's fairly intense, a few days ago it got so bad I vomited from the stress and horror.
The rest, I could pull right from other posts in this thread. wake up 8pm, never leave room, hardly eat anything. Highlight of any day is when i'm asleep and dreaming, time losing all relevance, never able to connect with others, quit life and wishes to stay that way, self loathing, fatigued in body and mind
I'm a stranger to myself, and doubt i'll ever be familiar again

Eeyore 14/08/23(Sat)08:49 No. 3676 ID: aacfbd

Go outside. If you don't have a job, get one. It's going to be hard at first, your mentality will accommodate to it eventually.
I was in a similar position not too long ago. Going outside ALONE with your thoughts does wonders. Bring music along as well. I don't mean to sound like some hippy faggot telling you meditation will solve your problems, but it helps. Go to a secluded area outside, and just think. Let any random thought cross your mind, and take note of your emotions when you think of these things. When you do this enough, you may find hints as to who you are, and what makes you happy. I did this for years, and eventually found self peace.

I was raised by retards Eeyore 14/08/04(Mon)17:05 No. 3637 ID: 416586 [Reply]

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I've been depressed for about 7 years and heavily depressed for 3 months (can't get out of bed or do anything.)  just a back story for you.

It took me so long to realise this, and that is that I've been raises my emotionally vacant/retarded people. I need emotional support but none has EVER been there. It's like "we are helping you so much"  and they are with money and free rides, picking up my shopping etc. But my father has never been emotionally open to me, even though I am to him. I don't think he even acknowledges or understands his own feelings or life experience. I think he's insecure and scared of them. Which has left me alone. Previously I thought he didn't talk to me because he didn't respect me. But you don't really need to respect someone to be open with them, just care about them and love them. For a long time I had this sensation of not knowing who he is and I didn't know why. I think it's because I grew up and realised how complex and deep people can be but he remained as empty as he ever was.
My mother is more open but still emotionally crippled and unstable. Her mum is dumb, and her father was abusive. Despite being more open (now) she was an even worse parent than my father when I was growing up, as even though my father is so emotionally vacant, he did actually do activities with me and my sister.

So now I'm in the worst place of my life crippled by depression, panic attacks and agoraphobia and I only have two emotionally retarded pieces of shit to look after me even though what I really need is someone to share with (who is actually open themselves) , and someone to be comforted by.

I've been diagnosed with aspergers and though I may be strange, I do think the label fits. It just looks that way because I was raised by retards and never figured out how to have proper relationships. I don't even have friends any more.

I've never been emotionally close to someone in my entire life and It makes me want to die.

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Eeyore 14/08/05(Tue)11:25 No. 3646 ID: 545ebe


You're quick to judge how others live yet you yourself are miserable, surely you see the humor in that.

Eeyore 14/08/06(Wed)02:30 No. 3647 ID: b7fba5

I have the same problem, except slightly different, in that, through my father's emotional insensitivity, I never learned how to be a person. I was rejected my entire life and was told that the way I was is completely wrong. Now I sit in a room alone, weeping, numb, unable to connect with anyone. Always feeling like every person hates me. My emotions are messed up and I have a plethora of mental problems.

Please /grim/, if you ever have children, make sure you are in a good place, ready to give them love and allow them to bloom. You are going to create more suffering otherwise.

Eeyore 14/08/22(Fri)08:05 No. 3673 ID: 529ab6

I can agree with OP. I have so many masks to put on I have no idea who I am anymore. What's real or what's fake. It is at times more than what I can bare.

Went for some therapy and I will see how that goes but I am not hopeful as anything I do tends to fail.

But OP... I understand my father is a Vietnam Vet who destroyed my mother's, sister's and my emotional state to a point of non recovery.

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.

Is it true that the only way out of this misery is to break down the barriers, the social rules, and to let continue the naive happiness of childhood into adolescence and adulthood? If true is the case where money must be sought for the minimal joys of its value, instea Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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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 14/08/06(Wed)17:55 No. 3648 ID: dfcfc2

This is kinda the way I see it. A child is born happy. A happiness borne from innocence.
As he grows up, his innocence is shed. He questions himself. He is embittered. He judges.
But in time, he gains experience. He begins to understand himself and his relation to the world around him and to his life. There, a happiness borne of knowing, rather than blissful, innocent ignorance can blossom. That is maturation.

I think when we have entire societies of people who are too wrapped up in their own mentalities, putting on airs to obtain the internal validation they seek externally, superficiality crystallizes and embeds itself firm in a group as custom.

I think in a way, we are all still children. The only adult thing about us is our bodies. Our psyche has yet to be reconciled appropriately with ourselves and the world around us.

Eeyore 14/08/20(Wed)04:57 No. 3672 ID: 46436f

yall niggas need to read the tao de ching and chaung tzu

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 14/08/19(Tue)10:07 No. 3668 ID: aacfbd

Sometimes the anxiety gets too bad. I just go outside....somewhere far away so I can't even hear the passing of cars. I close my eyes, and just breathe.
When I'm calm, I reflect upon my mistakes, the source of my anxiety. In this state, it no longer gives me anxiety. When I return home and think about them, they no longer scare me.

Eeyore 14/08/19(Tue)19:16 No. 3669 ID: 414fce

who said anything about relinquishing self-determination? Just because one prays doesn't mean he thinks God's going to help him. I might not be as strong in faith as i used to be, but I've also come to realize the pointless nature of arguments over such topics as "6000 year old Earth" and evolution. To me personally my religion will always mean something to me, even if i don't necessarily believe all of it.

Eeyore 14/08/19(Tue)19:44 No. 3671 ID: 545ebe

>To relinquish self determination
The point is I have no self determination.

>I ride out depression
I don't have time for depression. I need to make moves and hustle, there's money to be made and knowledge to be acquired, whatever gives me the energy and motivation to keep going I will use it.

Eeyore 14/08/09(Sat)10:28 No. 3650 ID: 746fa0 [Reply]

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Right now you realize that you will never be anything special in your life. The fact that you are currently browsing and reading this means you're a nobody.
The idea of becoming a happy, successful you is futile. No matter how hard you strive to achieve your dreams, you will fail. Only 1% are actually living happily according to their personal goals and dreams.
You may think your happy but your not.

Including me

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Eeyore 14/08/12(Tue)23:43 No. 3658 ID: bc2a13

Why does happiness have to be based on what position in society your in?

Eeyore 14/08/16(Sat)22:05 No. 3663 ID: 1b02b6

Right?! Why the hell does it matter? I come here because I get to say what's on my mind since I have no one to say it to in person, unless it's a stranger that cares to listen to my rambling for 10 minutes.

And even if it was a stranger, the only response I'd get is "Ughh. Ok.". At least here my message marinates in place for a bit so others can pass by and read it whenever.

I started out life wanting to make a substantial difference. I realized after noticing what people tend to value that they don't deserve the good I have to offer. Fuck 'em!
Yeah, it would be nice to make a scientific revelation so that the people that don't deserve my words will be flushed out as a result of their own mindless stupidity. Gotta catch up with new-age values or.. Darwinism!

In light of saying that, I would be one of them flushed out because I have a problem retaining and conceptualizing that crap that is spoonfed to me. I don't really care tho. Only those that are worthy should pass along. Enough of this old-age bullshit that seems to somehow find a firm place in a society that has outgrown it.

Eeyore 14/08/19(Tue)19:44 No. 3670 ID: 414fce

This is a pretty shitty approach to life anon. If you approach life in a shitty way it's going to be shitty.

I'll get off my soapbox in a second, but if you see optimism as synonymous with self-deception, you should realize that pessimism is often times no less self-deceptive. Cut yourself some slack, jeez

Eeyore 14/07/31(Thu)07:58 No. 3618 ID: aacfbd [Reply]

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How are you going to die /grim/? Be realistic.

I plan on staying in the Army even after college, maybe trying to be a ranger/contractor. Given that, there is always the chance of being shot in some shithole. I wouldn't mind giving my life so someone else could live. At least I would be remembered by that person, for some time.

I also smoke/dip, so cancer is there for me in my later years.

And lastly, If these two things don't kill me, suicide definitely will. When I'm old, and have no kids, there won't really be a point of living. Might as well just off myself to end the drag on life.

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Eeyore 14/08/19(Tue)08:15 No. 3665 ID: 9bb8f2

The plan: On night before my sixty-first birthday bottle of sleeping pills with my favorite cocktail: 1/4 Bailey's 1/4 Khalua 1/2 milk over ice in a large glass mug. Or (more likely)heart attack between 40 and 50 years old.

Eeyore 14/08/19(Tue)08:19 No. 3666 ID: bf5492

I don't care as long as it is outside. The thought of dying indoors is just the worst

Eeyore 14/08/19(Tue)10:00 No. 3667 ID: aacfbd

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Any particular reason for that specific age?

Same here. Dying with beautiful scenery in front of me would be ideal. Dying in some cold hospital bed sounds miserable.

a youtube video that helped this helped me 14/08/17(Sun)01:47 No. 3664 ID: 9b1487 [Reply]

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I was in a dark place up until last night, where someone who I follow helped share his feelings and thoughts.

thought I would share his video.


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 14/07/31(Thu)00:10 No. 3616 ID: f07e51


Oh yeah I saw that thread, but forgot about it. Thanks for that reminder. When I first saw it had a massive "my nigga" moment, poor kid.

Except I don't understand how he doesn't seem to hate the world utterly. Maybe he doesn't have the energy, or his mom deluded him into thinking there's a point to his suffering. Maybe it's the way our brains are wired. I find it impossible not to at this point. I didn't want to hate the world anymore, I didn't, but I fucking do. And me, but I didn't do this one to myself. Well I kinda did by trusting people but it's a two-player game.

Like the guy in this thread. He had the right idea. I could go out and find some good drugs to overdose on, OR I could take the last of my savings, track down some pharma CEO, force him to chug a bottle of levaquin at gunpoint and put a couple thirty bullets in his joints for good measure. Enjoy your bullet-induced arthritis. Maybe that's what I was put on this earth to do. It's almost too bad I have something right now that keeps those thoughts away cause that could have been a real contribution to this world.

Eeyore 14/07/31(Thu)04:34 No. 3617 ID: b7fba5

And people shun others when they beg them not to trust information that's fed to them by the system. This world of ours...

I'm so, so sorry. Please know that, one day, things will be different, for all of us.

Eeyore 14/08/13(Wed)12:53 No. 3659 ID: 99765f

holy shit

those are some brutal side effects

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