Do you ever just have those days where you feel like your existence is fading away?
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#Offtopic
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But humans duck so in the end its ok.
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Can't tell if joke or serious. This place is too edgy for this kind of post for me to tell. If joke. Not gud. Boo. If not. Same. Bruh. I let the loneliness consume me long ago. Now I don't care and am actually happy being lonely. You don't have to worry about other people and live your own life. It's liberating to be independent. But, loneliness is not for everyone. [b][u]Loneliness is a feeling. You can't be lonely if you think you aren't.[/u][/b]
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1 ReplySource?
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1 ReplyE D G Y
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[i]*Standard Suicide hotline copy pasta[/i] Now thats out of the way. Man up. We all have been there at some point. Fix your shit and stop feeling sorry for yourself. Only you can change, offtopic cant hold your hand. Good luck. Stay away from potentially deadly items today.
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3 RepliesAye, that drew me to Christ, and in return many other friends. He filled the emptyness. Its soul deep, nothing on earth could fill.
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8 RepliesI did when I first got married. It was hard to deal with losing my identity as the guy I was, who was a solo type, to the new man who I was becoming, which was a husband & father too quickly.
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6 RepliesYeah, i feel you. I sometimes wonder if I'm gonna see "her" again. P.S: I'm not married. I'm in 8th grade. I have a strong infatuation for one of my fellow classmates back from school.
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Edited by varvatos: 8/20/2017 9:26:03 AMI have a large family and a larger social life Quiet lone times are rare and cherished.
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Or why your friends are friends with you?
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All the time.... [spoiler]:([/spoiler]
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Hi lonely, how are you?[spoiler]I don't feel the same, but I feel like this https://youtu.be/HNdbKLIw5rs[/spoiler]
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1 ReplyIt's k cuz like legit nothing matters n e way
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Yeah, it comes and goes the only thing that's constant is the void, some 100 kilos above us, panic and peace, And endless arena full of combatants all gnashing at each other, or outright murdering the other! The soil in our feet, the squishy mud, the stench of wet. All born from the blood and rot of the combatants, and upon their decayed corpses some life, no life the rot did not decay properly now only death remains, but us? We where gifted life, air, blood to sustain us, and flesh to help us breath, and then followed thought. And when we thought, we became angry, we became violent and we fought, we would spill our own blood over thought, lack of idea, following, it was our thinking brain that makes us kill. And much like the combatants above, we fight to the death below, and soon only death will remain, No air to breath, no water to drink just red, stained stenched soil.
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hi lonely nice to meet you
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Very much so
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Never
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Sometimes i wonder what i'm actually doing here
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Yes, all the time