[QUOTE=Swog;44576739]I should fucking kill myself, I'm not going to succeed in life if nobody wants to be my fucking friend.[/QUOTE]
That's not true. What can we do to help? I think a lot of us here would consider you to be a friend.
[QUOTE=Swog;44576739]I should fucking kill myself, I'm not going to succeed in life if nobody wants to be my fucking friend.[/QUOTE]
I sent you a PM trying to be your friend...
[QUOTE=Swog;44576739]I should fucking kill myself, I'm not going to succeed in life if nobody wants to be my fucking friend.[/QUOTE]
Believe it or not, a lot of people would be crushed by your death. You being alive means a lot to many people, even if you cant see it now. You being alive means a lot to me.
Every time I try to fucking talk to someone, their sports-elitist sports-brainwashed asshole comes in and interrupt and the person who I was talking to divert all the attention I was getting and transferred it over to the asshole.
[QUOTE=Robman8908;44576733]Okay. Give me a few things to build off of...
1. What do you want his name to be?
2. Where should the graveyard be located?
3. Time period?
4. Any specific dead people?[/QUOTE]
1. Girard.
2. On the outskirts of a small town named Duff.
3 & 4 I got no ideas on.
[editline]18th April 2014[/editline]
[QUOTE=Duck M.;44576749]1. Franco
2. Paris, France
3. 1788
4. The plot twist is, [sp]you, as the narrator, were dead all along and frequented his parties.[/sp][/QUOTE]
no wait do this
[QUOTE=Swog;44576778]Every time I try to fucking talk to someone, their sports-elitist sports-brainwashed asshole comes in and interrupt and the person who I was talking to divert all the attention I was getting and transferred it over to the asshole.[/QUOTE]
Try telling them off. I once had a problem with a guy and eventually it turned into a minor fight. We both were sent to the office and talked it out. Never had a problem with each other since.
Doesn't help since 90% of the guys that are my classmates have been brainwashed with NBA basketball and HAVE to play, talk, and do shit involving basketball [B][size=72]ALL THE FUCKING TIME[/size][b]
And I'm not even into sports at-fucking-all
I want to punch the 90% in the face so goddamn hard.
You should try exercising in some way. I'm a big swimmer and I love doing that and cardio/weightless dryland training because I feel fantastic and completely drained of all of my stress afterwards. It helps a lot with mental issues and keeps me physically healthy. I'd totally recommend it if you have a lot of pent up anger, stress and anxiety.
I tried. I'm always gasping for fucking air after a flight of stairs.
This is bullshit, does everyone else take fucking steroids and I don't?!
Talk to different people
A lot of people have been training in sports for all of their lives, they just have a head start is all. You just have to make a commitment to start and you'll find yourself becoming better and better, it's highly rewarding in my opinion and the health benefits are awesome.
[QUOTE=Winner;44576330]I don't like pringles[/QUOTE]
I don't like you
Nobody to talk to at my school pretty much
This is a fucking shitty ass school with unintelligent fuckfaces that cause a ruckus and constantly cause damage just because they can get away with shit, and they have their backs so far twisted that their head is reversed, and that head IS IN THEIR FUCKING ASS.
GAAAAAH DAMNIT
[QUOTE=Swog;44576805]Doesn't help since 90% of the guys that are my classmates have been brainwashed with NBA basketball and HAVE to play, talk, and do shit involving basketball [B][size=72]ALL THE FUCKING TIME[/size][b][/QUOTE]
Fuck people for liking things that I don't tbh
[QUOTE=Duck M.;44576830]A lot of people have been training in sports for all of their lives, they just have a head start is all. You just have to make a commitment to start and you'll find yourself becoming better and better, it's highly rewarding in my opinion and the health benefits are awesome.[/QUOTE]
I can't get better no matter what the fuck I do.
[QUOTE=Swog;44576839]I can't get better no matter what the fuck I do.[/QUOTE]
Look, being better or worse at sports isn't the end of the world, you must have something else you're good at doing. And if people around you are brainwashed elitists, leave them to it and go your own way. Not everybody's going to be interested in sport alone.
Find friends outside of school. Or even change schools maybe?
[QUOTE=matt000024;44576864]Find friends outside of school. Or even change schools maybe?[/QUOTE]
I can't change schools because of these fucking handicaps.
[QUOTE=DudeGuyKT;44576713]A gravedigger that has to put souls to rest by throwing lavish parties with the corpses as guests.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Duck M.;44576749]1. Franco
2. Paris, France
3. 1788
4. The plot twist is, [sp]you, as the narrator, were dead all along and frequented his parties.[/sp][/QUOTE]
Ok, here's a very quickly-written story.
[quote] On the outskirts of Paris, there once was a small shack; nestled in the middle of a graveyard. This shack housed an older gentleman by the name of Franco. He had no family. The people of the city would spread rumors about the man who never left his shack.
"I heard he sleeps in a coffin in his shack!"
"I've seen him digging and filling empty graves!"
The rumors were many, but only one was true. One that no one ever talked about. One that seemed too insane to be true. Let me tell you the story of Franco, and the job in which he carried out many times throughout his lonesome life, lived within the confines of one cemetary on the outskirts of Paris.
Franco awoke from his cot. The first thing he would do every afternoon when he woke up would check under his matress. It had been a habit that had stuck from the days in which he was a child, stuck in an orphanage in Marseille. The other boys would harass him, telling him to watch for corpses at night. "The corpses will crawl from under your bed and eat your soul!" the boys would exclaim. They had convinced Franco that the hungry corpses hiding under his bed would reclaim life by devouring his. Franco was now fifty-two years old, but the impact of the stories had latched onto him and never let go.
When he was sixteen, he had run off to find work. The pains of growing up in an orphanage in 1700's France was enough to drive him away from society. Franco wanted work, but he did not want company. He did not want contact with other humans. Humans were cruel. He made his way out of Marseilles, and somehow ended up all the way to Paris. He met an old man that actually treated him well. The old man, Girard, had lived on a graveyard right outside of Paris for his entire life, and did not look well. Girard gave Franco shelter, taught him his craft - watching over the dead. Franco enjoyed this kind of work, he enjoyed laying people to rest, tending to their graves. He knew that if he could watch over the dead in their graves, they would not make their way to the dark space beneath his bed.
After waking that afternoon and checking under his bed, Franco felt accomplished. He only felt accomplished when he woke. He knew he did right by the dead the day before if they were not under his bed the next day. Getting himself ready to get out and tend to the graveyard, he grabbed his hat, and in the same clothes he wore every day, walked outside. The sun was already beginning to set, and Franco knew [i]his[/i] day was about to begin.
Franco grabbed the shovel beside his shack, made his way to the fresh graves he had filled from just the other night, and began digging.
By one in the morning, Franco had dug up five fresh graves. He walked back to his shack, leaving the graves open, and grabbed the table inside. He set the table up right outside of the shack in the open air, and flapped his bed sheet. The table was now set up as if he was about to have dinner. Grabbing a few chairs that were stacked beside his shack, he set them up at the table, three on each side. Franco then prepared more of the "dinner party" he was about to throw.
Girard had taught Franco all of the secrets he needed to know about being a keeper of the graveyard. Digging the graves correctly, keeping the grass cut low and looking nice, appeasing the corpses and guiding their souls to the afterlife. Yes. Franco was tasked with leading the dead to the other side. The stories he had heard as a child were true... to an extent. If the corpses were not happy, they would remain in this world. They would ache and suffer, but still live on under the ground, unable to move on.
Franco sat at the table, patiently waiting on his guests. Five people came out of the low-hanging mist, and sat at the table. These people were the new residents of the graveyard. They were not yet fully decayed, but worms were already feasting upon their eyes and hair was falling away. Franco offered the mute attendees a drink. One of the guests had lost his head in an accident, and poured the wine straight into the top of his neck. Franco chuckled at the man. This lead to another guest chuckling softly, and another, and another. The keeper's smile grew, as he knew the dinner was starting off well.
As the night went on, they had talked about their former lives - the families they had, jobs they worked, lives they had helped or ruined. Franco was never actually interested in their stories, he was only interested in making sure they felt appreciated. He did not want to wake up one afternoon to find an unhappy guest waiting under his cot. Although uninterested in the stories and small-talk, he felt joy in helping people leave this world for good. Never to return. Never to have the chance of hurting him. One more person gone that cannot harm him.
The sun had begun to rise, and the yawns from his guests started. They were tired, ready to leave - for good. He sat quietly, watching them fall asleep around the table. They always fell asleep at the table, sitting straight up, merely closing their eyes and fading into the unknown. As the last sat still, Franco stood from his seat, and began gathering the items from the table; used cups, empty bottles of wine. He put everything back in place, leaving the corpses in their chairs. One by one, he would take each corpse back to his or her grave. After he was done laying them all to rest, and filling their graves back, he made his way back inside his shack, took off his hat, and laid in bed. The rising sun was peeking in between the cracks of the wall, and Franco let his own mind fade, as he fell asleep after another night of appeasing the dead.
This story is true. This is what happened every night for Franco. A life seemingly wasted in a graveyard, living among the dead. What you find to be true is not always true. Someone still carries on this boring day-to-day job this very day, in that same graveyard. Every graveyard has a keeper that helps the dead move on by giving them one last appreciative party.
You may ask how I know this is true? Well, my friend, I was there the night I told you about. I saw Franco keep the dead happy. He saw them fall asleep, but [i]I[/i] saw them stand. I then lead them into that place unknown to the living. You see Franco as a crazy old man living in the cemetary, Franco saw the dead become truly dead, and I take them to the next plane of existance. I am the last step, I am Death, and one day you will be given one last party by one lonely man... and I will take you from there.[/quote]
Good enough?
[editline]18th April 2014[/editline]
Oh, and here's a fake apology letter I wrote awhile ago in twenty minutes on my phone...
[url]http://facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=1385972[/url]
I seriously keep forgetting that [url=http://25.media.tumblr.com/887e040f0c60e85d91cacf7a73b97b06/tumblr_mh3c9cY8Jj1r600xqo1_500.jpg]this[/url] is my home page... whenever I open chrome, it just brings up a blank tab. But I keep thinking, "I'll check out Pop Sci," I then click the home button and am greeted by boobs. I don't even know when I made that my home page.
So I just set a new home page.
[QUOTE=Swog;44576805]Doesn't help since 90% of the guys that are my classmates have been brainwashed with NBA basketball and HAVE to play, talk, and do shit involving basketball [B][size=72]ALL THE FUCKING TIME[/size][b]
And I'm not even into sports at-fucking-all
I want to punch the 90% in the face so goddamn hard.[/QUOTE]
"stop enjoying things I don't like on a frequent basis"
[QUOTE=Swog;44576805]Doesn't help since 90% of the guys that are my classmates have been brainwashed with NBA basketball and HAVE to play, talk, and do shit involving basketball [B][size=72]ALL THE FUCKING TIME[/size][b]
And I'm not even into sports at-fucking-all
I want to punch the 90% in the face so goddamn hard.[/QUOTE]
If you can't beat them, join them. Try out a sport they play, maybe they could help you out. Or, you could try to find a common interest with them. Maybe you share film or music tastes. As deterred as you might feel towards trying this out, it couldn't possibly hurt.
[QUOTE=Swog;44576805]Doesn't help since 90% of the guys that are my classmates have been brainwashed with NBA basketball and HAVE to play, talk, and do shit involving basketball [B][size=72]ALL THE FUCKING TIME[/size][b]
And I'm not even into sports at-fucking-all
I want to punch the 90% in the face so goddamn hard.[/QUOTE]
I know you're feeling down or whatever but listen to me. [B]STOP BEING A MARDY CUNT.[/B] Suprisingly other people have different interests and often unless they really like you they're not going to give that up just because you say so. The onus is on you to make friends with which you have common interests through interest groups and the like. If you're immediately dismissive in a cuntish way of something like basketball then surprise, people aren't going to like you.
As for the mates who keep interrupting tell them to shut up. Easier said than done but some people need that jolt and if they get really offended fuck em.
[QUOTE=MachiniOs;44577409]I know you're feeling down or whatever but listen to me. [B]STOP BEING A MARDY CUNT.[/B] Suprisingly other people have different interests and often unless they really like you they're not going to give that up just because you say so. The onus is on you to make friends with which you have common interests through interest groups and the like. If you're immediately dismissive in a cuntish way of something like basketball then surprise, people aren't going to like you.
As for the mates who keep interrupting tell them to shut up. Easier said than done but some people need that jolt and if they get really offended fuck em.[/QUOTE]
This too
Was about to take a shower, when I noticed that the floor was wet. I have no idea why there was water on the floor, I hadn't taken a shower yet, I hadn't spilled water from the sink, and no pipes were leaking. I close the toilet lid every time so it couldn't be the ghost that lives in there either. I'm completely puzzled by this mystery.
[QUOTE=Swog;44576820]I tried. I'm always gasping for fucking air after a flight of stairs.
This is bullshit, does everyone else take fucking steroids and I don't?![/QUOTE]
The breathlessness is good. It means you're improving.
You've gotta keep pushing yourself, improvement always comes with a price.
[QUOTE=HookerVomit;44574985]its my favorite drink. ;][/QUOTE]
Far out
[QUOTE=Swog;44576739]I should fucking kill myself, I'm not going to succeed in life if nobody wants to be my fucking friend.[/QUOTE]
7 hours late, but w/e
first off, posts like these will most likely get dumbed and people will think you're dumb. why? because this isn't the thread for stuff like this, and it comes off as very attention grabbing. you should head off to the depression thread for stuff like this where people with similar issues post and will understand the situation better.
second, when people (this goes for everyone) comes off as someone who has completely given up there is really nothing we can say about the situation. it might sound harsh, but why bother helping someone who clearly does not accept the help given and just reflects everything with more excuses to not do stuff or to kill himself?
you need to keep an open mind about your situation. work from the ground up. ranting on an internet forum will only do good for a day or two, as well as decreasing your reputation (especially the way you write about your situation). also, you need to stop posting so over the top. I honestly doubt you'd kill yourself after this post. take some time, think about what you're gonna post and think about your current situation. don't post and hope for sympathy, because that's really not what you're gonna get.
if I came off as rude, then I apologize. want to help!
jesus. my grandma storms into my room last night around midnight and wakes me and stephanie up to tell her to go home because i have to go to sleep because i work in the morning. i cant fucking wait to move out
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