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Eeyore 17/04/09(Sun)11:12 No. 5379 ID: d56e4b [Reply]
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I miss being able to talk to you. I miss being around you. I hope that you think about me at night like I think about you. I hope that me and you one day are like the way we used to be again.


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Eeyore 17/04/11(Tue)06:20 No. 5380 ID: 9c4b9c
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there's always tomorrow




Eeyore 16/08/28(Sun)16:23 No. 5013 ID: e08ed7 [Reply]
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Our long term future is /grim/.


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Eeyore 16/10/30(Sun)20:13 No. 5140 ID: 75c683

>>5137
No actually our data tells us that it probably stops with us and or we are just part of a larger multiverse that exists infinitely. Lawrence crause did a talk on it at UCLA you can find it on yt.

At some point there has to have been a beginning and to posit god just begs more questions.

Only the biggest retards could not understand that.


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Eeyore 16/11/02(Wed)22:58 No. 5146 ID: 6c8392

>>5140
>and or we are
infinite recursion


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Eeyore 17/03/31(Fri)23:44 No. 5370 ID: d461c1

Rather be rational, high as hell, and happy._




Eeyore 17/03/22(Wed)08:31 No. 5356 ID: 16ab35 [Reply]
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What doors have you closed to never reopen?
What paths have you left untaken behind you?

I'm never going to be an engineer like I wanted to as a kid, nor a writer like I wanted to in university. I won't be an artist or a musician either. I have to work a dead-end job and save money, probably until the end of my days, unless there's still hope for my dream to open my own company--but I'm 33 now.


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Anon!moNoTOnous 17/04/01(Sat)23:21 No. 5372 ID: 1a9107
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I won't get to work in coding, that door was closed when I got there.
I won't be either a comic book writer nor a penciller, I closed that door by being a retard.
I won't be even above average, my insanity closed that door for me.
All I can wish for now is to be medicated hard enough to bear a semblance of normalcy and keep a job for more than a couple of years.




Eeyore 16/12/09(Fri)20:16 No. 5217 ID: 1f2240 [Reply]
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Here is a list of a few random things that cause my anxiety to explode
In no particular order

-If my living space is untidy
-Other peoples cleaning / organization
-If my laundry, clean or dirty, is touched by anyone but me
-Touching anything that my mother has touched
-A good majority of social situations
-Having friends, keeping friends, losing friends
-Babies and children
-Cancelled plans
-Untimely or late message responses
-Minor misunderstandings

Whether I be sitting in saddness, in disgust, or in hatred,
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Eeyore 16/12/09(Fri)21:46 No. 5218 ID: 045762
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>>5217
-When my living space gets messy, it erodes my self-confidence; makes me feel like I never get anything done, not even the dishes--so what does it matter if i even try (seems to be the beginning of every depressive phase, my apartment fills up with trash, dishes start to stink, I fall into a hole).

-When other people violate the unwritten rules and rituals I live by (like taking another glass for a drink instead of reuisng the one they have) I experience almost uncontrollable outbursts of anger (I've actually thrown people out, abruptly and without explanation, for doing this).

-When someone does something the wrong way and it's obvious they simply don't care if there's an easier, more efficient, or more effective way to do it I visualize strangling them to death and it starts a little seed of hatred for that person that will never go away (and it seems to be a hallmark trait of people who work in management--even if they are good managers, when they don't delegate a task they tend to do it themselves in the worst posssible way and then walk away confident in their having "got it done").

-Talking to people in positions of power over me who do not acknowledge their privileges and yet subject me to their whims makes me acutely nauseous (also managers, but in my case particularly the people who sponsor my visa who never seem to be aware that I have to stay in their good graces--personally and professionally--lest I be thrown all they way back to my home country).

-Having unanswered calls, unreplied messages, etc induces a kind of paralysis in me; I can't return people's inquires because I assume they already hold me in contempt and don't want to face whatever consequences they have prepared (which happens to me on a daily basis--everything from having to listen to twenty minutes of scolding for not interrupting my work to answer a personal call to fired for not replying to an e-mail for five minutes--every day; I wish I were making it up).

-Time itself induces me to panic almost constantly. I often wake up with a jump--to my feet, sometimes an hour before my alarm wtih my heart racing while I desperately try to figure out what day and time it is and what I think I should be doing. I catch myself avoiding looking at clocks when I know that it's getting close to the last minute, which is partly why I put clocks in every room of my apartment in positions such that it is possible to see the time from any angle, anywhere (there's even a clock in my bathroom I can see from outside the apartment). Whenever I have time off I don't relax or enjoy it; my heart races and I check and recheck my schedules to make sure I really have the time off. It's not that I want so much to be working, but that I am extremely uneasy about having uno Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Eeyore 17/03/29(Wed)07:25 No. 5366 ID: bc26ee

>>5217
Ive had really bad social anxiety for nearly ten years and i find it all comes down to the idea that a small series of misunderstandings can domino out of control. Unusually it just leads to awkward silences and other people pulling away, but I've lost jobs because of this. Anything can cause anxiety if shit goes down.




Eeyore 15/08/25(Tue)23:06 No. 4537 ID: a677ef [Reply]
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Who's that girl and why does she make you sad /grim/ ?

I just can't stop thinking about her. In a few weeks it'll have been a year. In another few it will be her and her boyfriends' anniversary.


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Eeyore 17/03/22(Wed)07:49 No. 5350 ID: 82e8c1

Boo hoo girl is baby level grim. You need to realize that your brain is being stupid and just running you through the gauntlet of obsession because it's programmed. This awful fucking girl could have been any other moderately attractive person and your dumb ass would be reacting the same way. She and no one else, especially you are fucking special and made to be a match for another person. Go get obsessive and attached to some other worthless person that it wouldn't even work out with.


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Let me tell you a story. Anon!moNoTOnous 17/03/23(Thu)05:22 No. 5357 ID: 26a2fa
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In my schooldays, there was this girl: she was petite, to not say flat, had tiny shimmering eyes and wavy black hair that started a little behind that it should have, lips maybe too thin and she might have benefited from wearing braces.

But none of that was important.

Her smile was bright as polished marble, and her laughter was a crystal bell. The way she skipped and hopped when she got excited was the most adorable thing my eyes have ever seen. She was nice, caring, attentive. She knew when to listen and she knew when to speak, and when she did her voice never faltered. She treated me like a person, unlike the rest, and I trusted her enough to tell her my deepest secrets. And, one day, recognizing my feelings for what they actually were, I decided to give her my heart.

She didn't want it. Not then.

So I resigned myself to be liked as a friend, but then something in her changed. She started hanging out more with me, she invited me to her home to meet her parents, and asked me for my opinion in mostly everything. But I, still wounded by the previous experience, insisted in denying the evident, and never took her advances as such, no matter how blatant. I even took her to the prom as a friend. Then the schoolyear was over, and I was now in another state.

I fell out of luck, grace, and everything. But I still had her in a corner of my heart, so one day, tossing caution to the wind, I hitchhiked one day to see her again. She wasn't there.

She was with her boyfriend.

So I took my leave, and left forever. Years passed, new crushes came and went, and I found a woman, which was all I deserved. Supportive, but clingy. Companion, but jealous. Strong, but violent. And I married her, formed a family and sired children.
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Eeyore 17/03/26(Sun)09:46 No. 5359 ID: b9da78

>>4540




Eeyore 16/11/30(Wed)07:41 No. 5202 ID: f6a9b9 [Reply]
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Everything we lose in this life can never be restored. Opportunities, relationships, health. I've lost so many things and it crushes the joy out of me every day.


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Eeyore 17/03/20(Mon)09:28 No. 5347 ID: cc4b82

How can one lose what one never had?


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Eeyore 17/03/22(Wed)07:59 No. 5352 ID: 82e8c1

>>5347
This. All possession of anything is really just an illusion. Unless your legacy permeates the human race nothing you do matters, and even then on some time scale the human race never mattered to begin with. Any purpose you have in life is just made up by you or somebody else.




Eeyore 15/09/11(Fri)19:56 No. 4579 ID: 59f1a5 [Reply]
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Am I the only idiot fag who sometimes likes to lock himself in his bedroom, turn off the lights, light a cigarette and listen to music with the volume all the way to the maximum?


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Anon!moNoTOnous 17/03/19(Sun)16:59 No. 5345 ID: bc5847
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>all the way to the maximun
>not wireless headphones at a comfy volume

I listen to things like this in the dark, while I type shit nobody reads to idle away the time left until I die: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPSEMCX8O7g&index=1&list=PL7BC23584CA888B2A
Atrium Carceri and Sabled Sun fit my mood as well.


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Eeyore 17/03/21(Tue)15:02 No. 5349 ID: 42a815

>>5344
On an off topic note, what is this kind of graphic called? I see it sometimes on tshirts and I'm rather partial to it.


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Eeyore 17/03/22(Wed)07:52 No. 5351 ID: 82e8c1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lN-4DDtB1VM




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."


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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.


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Anon!moNoTOnous 17/03/13(Mon)08:25 No. 5343 ID: 03cdb2

During a significant part of my life (roughly its 70%) all I knew was pain, solitude, misery and alienation, clinging to my bones like rotten flesh. Even now, there isn't a single day that I don't think about death or suicide.
So I think I naturally try to come back to what I recognize as familiar: darkness, despair, helplessness.




Eeyore 16/03/12(Sat)15:00 No. 4801 ID: cad79b [Reply]
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I was worried that I wouldn't have the time and motivation to finish my assignment on mental health. Then, I was told my friend commited suicide. Now I'm motivated. I think the universe was giving my what I asked for in the same way evil genie's grant wishes the way you don't like. This keeps happening in different ways I think.


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Eeyore 16/03/13(Sun)09:49 No. 4804 ID: 9c3171

The universe gave you a stepping stone.


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Eeyore 16/03/13(Sun)13:46 No. 4806 ID: d78ba2

In a similar vein, I was writing a philosophy book for National Novel Writing Month, and the idea was that I would try to convey the idea that, for those of us for whom life is just a sequence of lesser or greater miseries, we can learn to harness depression as a force of creativity and make it practical. Well, wouldn't you know it, a good friend of mine died a week into writing it, and it really felt like I had been issued a sort of challenge, as if the universe was asking me if I would put my pennies where my pen was. The funk was a bit too hard to allow me to finish on time, but it did give me a nice, sizable portion which I was able to dedicate entirely to grief.


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Anon!moNoTOnous 17/03/13(Mon)07:54 No. 5342 ID: 03cdb2
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>>4806
I finished a novel on last NaNoWriMo. I've already corrected, got to translate maybe 5% and then I said to myself: why bother?
There's a fuckton of unknown writers out there, why would anyone bother to read, let alone buy, a novel about the preteen version of Alex Forrest.




Eeyore 17/01/01(Sun)09:32 No. 5246 ID: be6904 [Reply]
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Happy fuckin new year.
Another year of stress, anxiety, and struggle.
Resolutions that won't last, new year love that will fade before the next.
Meaningless and empty.
Will this be your year to give up completely?
Begin your countdown. The decay starts now.


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Eeyore 17/01/16(Mon)08:09 No. 5273 ID: b294ef

im going to die this year, or the next. i dont know. im built and set on a route that ends in my demise.


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Anon!moNoTOnous 17/03/11(Sat)07:19 No. 5340 ID: 03bf92

>>5246
>Will this be your year to give up completely?
If only.
I wish I could forget all my dreams and aspirations and settle for the grey life of the blue collar.
Among many things I'd like to forget.


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Eeyore 17/03/11(Sat)12:42 No. 5341 ID: feeefe

>love
I wish.




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