I thought for a week about making a thread for shit that gets you sad, because I've lurked through the STGYM thread, and I always see someone asking about a sad variation of the mad thread, then preceding to post their sad tale, or just someone downright posting a sad story. My purpose for making this thread is to help consolidate all of the sad posts from the mad posts, and I want this thread to not only be a place to release some stress, but to also be a nice place away from all of 'meaner' parts of this forum. It always brightens my mood when I read people's sad tales or mad rants when I myself have been going through a shit day.
Let me start: 5 years(?) ago, me and my family took in this black haired cat that was a stray, and we basically made it our own. You know stray cats, they are usually more experienced outdoor, moreso than an indoor cat, and can take care of themselves with little hassle. Well, after two years, my family didn't see her around the house for a day, which was unusual for her. We got worried. Well, I got out of the door and walked to the bus stop thinking about the whole day of school ahead of me, pushing the thought at the back of my mind. I walked across the empty 4-way intersection and made my way down the street to the stop. I got on the bus, and it made its way to the same 4 way intersection that I walked across to get to the bus stop, waiting for cars to go by so it get to the school, with the bus stopped, and me looking out the window at my surroundings, I spotted a black haired cat; laying in the middle of the intersection. I saw various cars weave around it. My bus itself drove around it. Me being as shocked as the other kids who saw it were, I still thought nothing of it. It was a 1 in 1 million chance for [I]my[/I] cat to get ran over. It was probably another black haired cat who experienced the horrible fate.
I got through the school day as normal, got off the bus and walked home. I got to the 4 way intersection that led to my street, and in turn; my house. The first thing I noticed is the cat was gone. Interesting. I got home and took off my stuff ready to relax on the couch with my cat. This is when my parents broke it to me. I felt crushed for a month, knowing that the animal that I shared so many experiences over the past two years is now gone, and I felt like I had nothing.
the freakiest part about this was how the intersection was empty when I was walking across it to get to the bus stop, yet when I was in the bus as it crossed the intersection again, there my cat was. The wait at the bus stop for me was only 5 minutes too.
I'll never find love again.
[editline]28th November 2014[/editline]
my dad's a dick and my moms childish as fuck, i'll never have a united family.
I get sad when I get hit with some major lonelies.
I mean I'm fine with being single cuz I know I'm not really in a good position for a relationship, but when you're surrounded by people who are dating, married, engaged, etc., you feel kinda like you're missing something big
Thinking about my dog dying.
I still tear up even after nearly a year.
Even though its been like a year since my cat was put down due to cancer, i still get teary eye'd thinking about her...
When I think about all of the time I wasted abusing opiates.
seeing my cousin in the ICU...
i can't stand seeing him like that
How i once was the happiest guy in the world, spending quality time with the sweetest girl i knew, then she just... stopped talking to me. I don't even know how to feel... I miss her so much.
[QUOTE=Paranoia10;46598060]How i once was the happiest guy in the world, spending quality time with the sweetest girl i knew, then she just... stopped talking to me. I don't even know how to feel... I miss her so much.[/QUOTE]
Ask her what happened? It wont hurt trying.
[QUOTE=LoganIsAwesome;46598075]Ask her what happened? It wont hurt trying.[/QUOTE]
I asked. She just goes silent every god-damn time.
Realising that mediocrity is not a phase but a permanent part of who I am.
I'll probably never get a girlfriend. I have no likable qualities whatsoever and even if I did I am waaaay to shy to approach someone.
Just recently I was diagnosed with aspergers and schizophrenia. For my twenty years of life, this all went undiagnosed and it was always stated that I had attention deficit disorder, and because of this I was shoveled with tons of medications which were ultimately useless and incredibly harmful to my body. Some actually caused me to have liver and kidney problems which persist to this day, and at the time caused me to have random periods of weight loss going from 100 to 70 pounds in mere weeks.
As time went on, my problems in school got worse and I ended up getting arrested twice, and being constantly held back, but still kept in the same grade. This was never seen as a problem with the district I was in, but it later came to bite me on the ass, where I was unable to do much math or science related work in school, and evidently tried to look for an escape in highschool to avoid being shamed and scolded by my fellow classmates for being mentally retarded.
With the current point in time, I am unemployed, have no driver license, and lack a GED. My aspirations for life have fallen through my hands like water after realizing that my hallucinations are getting worse with time, and therefore defeating any chances of myself becoming a Game Warden or Pilot... Two of my dreams since childhood. Not to mention that schizophrenia may also lead to the outright removal of my other hobbies that made me want to be a Game Warden in the first place.
Even while trying to fix these problems, I'm constantly hitting walls due to years of lack of self confidence, education, and just want of self-preservation. It has become a point know where I have considered going to Oregon, living their for three months out on the streets, and then requesting to be legally euthanized for being such subhuman trash.
Team LDLC fans
The idea of walking up to someone and just saying "Hi!" is fucking unreal to me.
All this time I've spent on the internet and playing video games has ruined me.
Remembering the times I've been happy with various girls. Such as when I was sitting in the park in the summer sun with the girl I was seeing at the time, or when I finally made out with one of my friends that I'd be crushing on hard at the end of a party. Moments like that always make me feel so content with life. I should be grateful that I even have those memories, but missing that person and the feeling you had hurts.
[editline]29th November 2014[/editline]
Remembering the times I've been happy with various girls. Like when I was sitting in the park in the summer sun with the girl I was seeing at the time, or when I finally made out with one of my friends that I'd be crushing on hard at the end of a party. Moments like that always make me feel so content with life. I should be grateful that I even have those memories, but missing that person and the feeling you had hurts.
A guy I really like lives across the world from me and I'll likely never see him.
My little brothers death. He died when he got born.
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Oh god... OH GOD... :(
My heart...
I was so close to getting my first motorcycle today, with my dads help. Then, right before we fucking take it home, my mom calls the bank and cancels the fucking loan.
I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed, that my mom can be so vindictive. It was her idea to do this, and she cancels the loan.
Thinking about my old two cats. Although the cats I have now are great and adorable, I'll never forget those two, and it tears me up thinking about them in their old states.
[QUOTE=Davidn64;46601069]My little brothers death. He died when he got born.[/QUOTE]
Birth is followed by death.
Old people eating alone at restaurants.
I've been thinking lately that if my boyfriend died or something I would go probably go crazy and live in the woods or the desert for the rest of my life.
:pwn:
My alcoholism and the fact that it makes me hate myself which makes me drink more
I can never go back as much as I'd like to. All I have are pictures, music and memories. That and as the above user said I have a massive alcohol dependency, I can control it though, I can still get up for work and do my bit and it keeps me company.
My old dog, Rudy's, death. never really played or did anything with him much, but the fact when mom came home crying telling us that he had to be put down really made me go teary, so I went to my room, cried there, and went through the stages of grief. worst of all, it was caused by his dog food, which was compresing his stomach, which would make him starve to death.
make our own pet food folks.
