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No.128643
i used to not be like this, i used to have hopes and dreams and be generally enthusiastic, but my life has always been shit, i never had a good friend, not once in my entire life and long ago i would just push through that, but over the time i discovered that if i dont push, i still keep on moving, so i decided to do absolutely nothing and just embrace the misery. i started enjoying just feeling like shit and it really is a freeing and comforting feeling when you accept that all life is just a sad pathetic mess and theres nothing to do about it, and the value of future if you do decide to take action is equal to the value of future if you take no action. and just like that over the time i started enjoying being miserable and started disliking being happy. my life can all be changed if i just wait it out till may but i dont even want to be happy anymore. i dont want a happy life or anything like that i just want to rot and turn into compost. this is so irrational and stupid because if i could just wait till may it would all be great and awesome, but i dont want to, i feel like rotting is more enjoyable than living a happy life. what is wrong with me
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No.128645
cheer up emo kid
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No.128656
I enjoy reading these despair-filled confessions. Am I a sadist?
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No.128662
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>I enjoy reading these despair-filled confessions.
I couldn't believe it when I saw this post. That a friendly, ordinary user of Heyuri, would derive a sick pleasure from my pain. My imaginary vision of what Heyurizens were like was shattered like a beer bottle thrown against my head. It made me feel nauseous, so weak that I could barely remain sitting in my chair. I slumped to the floor, my will to live draining just like the blood from my face. I needed to get out of here. But as I tried setting foot from my once sacred sanctuary that reeked of urine and dried semen, I slipped on a crinkled can and tumbled headfirst into a pile of used tissues. Pathetically crawling one inch at a time to reach my doorknob, I struggled to just stand on my knees to achieve the height needed to grasp the handle... only to find it locked. I was trapped in this room, in my own hell, with the former comfort that was my computer screen now an icon of mockery. So maddening were the shrill sounds of imaginary laughter in my head, I broke down into a sobbing fit. All the while, it seemed as though the light in the room grew darker, until it was just barely dim. Then, nothing.
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No.128666
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>I enjoy reading these despair-filled confessions.
I couldn't believe it when I saw this post. That a friendly, ordinary user of Heyuri, would derive a sick pleasure from my pain. My imaginary vision of what Heyurizens were like was restored like a fresh pane restoring a window. It made me feel ebullient, so strong that I could barely remain sitting in my chair. I jumped to the floor, my will to live overflowing just like air into my lungs. I needed to get out of here. But as I tried setting foot from my forever sacred sanctuary that perfumed of urine and dried semen, I hopped off a crinkled can and frolicked on a pile of used tissues. Delightfully leaping one skip at a time to reach my doorknob, I succeeded in flying off my soles to achieve far beyond the height needed to grasp the handle... only to find it locked. I was free to myself in this room, in my own paradise, with the present comfort that was my computer screen now an icon of joy. So thrilling were the melodious sounds of imaginary singing in my head, I broke out into a jolly jig. All the while, it seemed as though the light in the room grew more intense, until it was just brilliantly glistening. Then, bliss.
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>>128666
666... there's something sinister behind that smile!
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No.128697
>i feel like rotting is more enjoyable than living a happy life. what is wrong with me
stop doing drugs and alcohol

Your fortune: You have aids
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No.128711
>>128697
why would that help with anything
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