Old fashioned baaw thread. Let's post sad images and talk about life

Old fashioned baaw thread. Let's post sad images and talk about life.

Been pretty down lately Yas Forums some days it's just hard to keep on.

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No one else depressed? Or at least wanting to talk?

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extremely depressed man, but not sure I have the drive to share in here. i miss these threads, that's why some of us moved to telegram t.me/joinchat/DTvISUEwvQQLaDeLU6wFEw

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Shit, wrong one.

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damn, hard.

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That is actually an incredibly depressing story

Please don't post cat stuff. It just fucking wrecks me for some reason.

how i live every day

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There is literally nothing I can do. I have no talent at all. It's always "It'll improve," or "I'm sure you MUST be good at something," but I'm really not. I tried learning instruments, and I'm not good at it. Bad at art. Don't have a skill like programming. Not strong or good looking, and not even remotely smart, or good at any subjects. No friends. Nothing. I spend most of my life in my room, but I'm not antisocial; I just don't have people to spend the time with.

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I've been trying to find someone online to talk to, but everyone's boring and uninterested in me. There's nobody online I know anymore, and nobody offline. Nobody knows who I am except my direct family. I like to think I'm an interesting person. I have a personality, I have interests, and I've devoted my life to creating the meaning of life, but I can't meet anyone who wants to know about me, so I guess I'm just boring a person and can't see it.

At this point, it's more realistic that I'll figure out how to stop wanting people to want to know about me, than I will ever get anyone to take an interest in me or what I'm doing. The closest I get is fake sympathy interest, but that's worthless.

The problem is, I have no idea how I'd stop feeling like this. I want people to read what I write, and care about it, but that'll never happen.

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Take it from literally an oldfag (37). It doesn't get better.

>imgur.com/zp3ZCuB
I texted my dead friend for quite awhile. This seems true. She died suddenly of respiratory failure two years ago, this seems so familiar.

Part of me is glad that I've never had an intimate connection to someone, not even just a close friend. It means I'll never miss anyone.

>OP here
So I gave up on this thread and went and listen to some music on YouTube. Can e back and it's going well.
Guess that's a lesson that I shouldn't give up too early...

Joe Diffie died from corona virus today. I doubt many of you young fucks even know who that is, but he was a pretty popular country artist in the 90's. I think he's mostly known for his upbeat, novelty songs, but he's did a song called "Ships that don't come in" and it's one of my favorite songs ever.
youtube.com/watch?v=KTQJy-scAU8

So... when you guys are down what are some things you do to try to cheer up

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Literally porn. Pretty soon you're not thinking about anything and also you get a big dopamine hit.

Drive around the nice area of town, pretend house hunting with my wife.

Man my depression has changed so much in my life. This picture used to give me a little hope and inspire me. Now almost a decade later or just makes it worse because I see the naivete in it and realize the person who wrote probably lived a happy life and knew nothing of depression.

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All my childhood pets are dead.
I never was able to be there for them at the end.
Not sure I have it in me to ever be able to care for another living thing again.

Of all the things that could haunt me in the dark of night when I'm trying to go to sleep and I'm stuck with my thoughts its that.
Just laying in bed suffering and a deep need to drink arises.

I imagine I'm going to talkshows and acceptance speeches for awards because of that awesome book I wrote was made into an oscar winning movie. Of course I haven't written a single word of that movie and every time I try to, nothing comes out.

why cheer up when you have alcohol, and sad music? i just try and go further down into the spiral

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a motivational? quote for suicide
god, you faggots are pathetic

and even if you did, nobody would care about it

porn does nothing for me. Might as well watch some random YouTube video. It's just blank inside. it helps if it's a forced/rape/death scene, otherwise nope.

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>the person who wrote probably lived a happy life and knew nothing of depression.
So many people just don't get it.
>Man, just travel the world!
Okay, and how exactly do you do that? What do you do for money when you're in bumfuck Egypt? Get a job? Ever heard of a work visa? Or that fact that you don't speak the language? Not to mention taxes. Or do you just become one of those begpackers or whatever? I know, I'll just dip into my trust fund! Oh, wait, that's right, I have no trust fund! I'll just borrow some money from my parents. Oh, wait, that's right! They're broke as fuck too!

you can just leave. there's enough porn/trap/log threads on b for you to engage in

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Man I fucked up once with pets. Had a cat I loved so much, but we moved and I had to get rid of her. She was pregnant and I never got to see the kittens. The next cat I got looked almost the same so I gave her the same name. I never could truly love her, and realized I couldn't stop thinking of her as just a replacement.
Now I have a dog, who's just as precious to me as my old cat. She old now, turning grey and slowing down a bit. I think when she's gone I won't get another pet.

Go from one form of digital entertainment to another and see if it will let me forget reality.
Eat.

Oh, I know. Assuming I could get anyone to read it, I know what they'd say.
>Is this supposed to be for kids? Like 3rd graders?
>You know what your MC is doing makes no sense right?
>How long did it take you to write this? I mean, this is something you did on a weekend as a joke, right?

Go to an AA meeting man, they are everywhere and the only requirement is a wish to stop drinking. Even if you dont have a problem and dont want to stop, you will walk out of there more alive than when you walked in.

It is refreshing as hell to walk into a room full of people that know your pain, it makes you realize you are not alone.

that's not realistic. they wouldn't trash the book honestly, no matter how good it is, how would you get eyes on it? you could write the best book ever, but you're just a nobody, there's no way you could make it popular. people don't care about quality.

There are 3 kinds of people at AA
>Court ordered people
>Hardcore "Friends of Bill"
>People that are just looking fuck and find new sources for drugs

Oh, I know. I mean if I posted on a writers forum or something, like, "Hey, I just wrote this story, can I get some feedback?"

i dont think those places exist. realistically, nobody would give you feedback

Talk to the hardcore friends of bill then, its something.

Hey guys look on the bright side. Not have a bright side is it's own kind of bright side.

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There's subreddits and shit. And the broad who wrote 50 Shades of Gray started it as a Twilight fanfic and posted it on a fanfic forum to get feedback. I completely agree with you. No one would ever read my shit. I'm just saying that if they did, they would tell me it's shit. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a flight in the morning. I'm doing Joe Rogan this week.

>This image
Sometimes it just be that way.
Often go through a day with no issues. Even things that should be hard are no problem at all.
Then I get home and everything has to be a fucking problem. The cosmic scales must balance so everything becomes shit again.
Somedays start with a computer crash making me lose all my work progress. They are the normal ones.

if you want real fme, you need to do/create something genuinely amazing

maybe if we worked together on something, we could make something great? i dont know if you have any interest in the meaning of life, or AIs, but I've been working on creating an AGI that'll realize the goal of humanity, and I've been building an amazing world in my head for the past two years.

We could create a webseries, or comic, or something related. At the least, people love free entertainment, and I'd bet we could recruit more people from Yas Forums to work with coloring/drawing/voices/whatever

I actually posted that because it's kinda what's going on now. Today was fine. No one yelled or bitched at me. Made some game progress (at least in games I can call my "friends" to play pool or go eat). He'll the one family member I connect with visited and we chilled for a bit.
And now I'm sitting in the living room just down as fuck hoping no one notices so it won't turn into a thing.

real fame*

I’ve always hated cats. Once or twice I meet a cuddly one but mostly they’re selfish shits.
One day my wife starts begging me for one. Long story short we get one.
Longer story even shorter I fucken loved that cat. He was chill, we’d watch tv, we’d play, he’d sit on my lap when I was feeling depressed.
Then he got cancer. Vets couldn’t do nothing. Died in our house in the middle of the night within a week.
This greentext his me right in the feels.
Fuck this gay earth.

I think the only real friend I've ever hand was only out of pity or forced by parents.
Now that we are older, I can't even get any kind of interaction.

>i dont know if you have any interest in the meaning of life, or AIs, but I've been working on creating an AGI that'll realize the goal of humanity, and I've been building an amazing world in my head for the past two years.
Funny enough, a lot of my ideas are about AI's or robots or whatever. I don't know what an AGI is though. And I have no motivation because when I sit and think about my ideas are, I realize I'm just ripping them off from somewhere else, or they've already been done and done way better than I could ever do them.

Those furry sweet little stuck up bastards. They just worm their way into your heart sometimes...

an AGI is an Artificial General Intelligence. It's the sort of AI robots in movies/TV have, it doesn't exist yet, but I have devoted my life to creating one.

Could you tell me what your robot/AI ideas are? I'd like to know if they're similar to my own

Anyone here miss their school days. At least back then I had a few people I could chat to and hang out with, even if it was only during school hours. The one person who genuinely cares about me comes from highschool. If I'd never met him I wouldn't be here today.

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Seems like you’ve never been to one. There’s lots of people who are trying to get over addiction at various stages. Some are on their third or fourth first step. Some are in the middle. And the hardcore “friends of bill” have at least managed to solve their problem.

>In a world...where androids have become as common as the car is to us...
>The owner of a high-end sexbot dies.
>She's taken in by an AI advocacy group
>They expect her to be happy, as her "master" is gone and she can be free
>But she's not, because the way she see it, without her owner, she never would have existed
>She was created to be the perfect companion to him
>And she loved her role, it made her life complete
>The group says that she only feels that way because she's programmed to feel it
>But she says humans love who they love because they are programmed too, just through their experiences
>He couldn't help loving her anymore than she could help loving him
>Had her owner chosen a different personality, it means that she would be programmed differently and she'd wouldn't be herself.
And I don't really know where it goes from there. Basically, cute robot has existential crisis. And that's one of the ideas I have.

Fuck someone just posted this in a ylyl. Here I am trying to laugh and cheer up but I can't escape.

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Fuck no.
School has always been hell.
Quite literally the worst thing that has ever happened to me.
Nothing I learned there helps me in life, and all the forced interactions, as minimal as they were, was negative.
I'd rather have died at 5.5yrs old.

High school was horrible and life after has been horrible too.

It’s an interesting thought but it’s not a story. Maybe her master isn’t dead but she’s “emancipated “ by activists and tries to get back to him. Or she just wants to avenge his death

I know, it's just an idea for a story.

I don't follow comic books much, but they seem to have some pretty good serious baww stuff

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Dang that sucks.
That particular song wasn’t my thing but he seemed like a good guy. Here’s another classic. Corona is going to take a lot more good people.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=9I51JXpcLwk

>girl needs a chair
>imagine life together

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