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1 depression on Fri Apr 08, 2011 2:33 pm


Post your random sad things. I'll start.

I am a good dog

I forgot we had a feel thread already

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2 Re: depression on Fri Apr 08, 2011 5:34 pm

It's especaly deppressing if you let the humans that follow you die.
I cried the frist time I played it, and the music that the game infuleces adds to it.

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3 Re: depression on Sun Apr 10, 2011 10:50 am

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say, love.

The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye and where the other should have been was a hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.

Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat !”

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction.

If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around your feet in forgiveness.

Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love.

If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor’s dogs. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.

As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be hurting him terribly, I thought.

Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring.

Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion. At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly.

Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me…I will always try to be Ugly.

And of course, this.

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4 Re: depression on Sun Apr 10, 2011 11:02 am


Glorious Leader

If this episode didn't get you sad you're a monster.

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5 Re: depression on Sun Apr 10, 2011 11:18 am

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6 Re: depression on Mon Apr 11, 2011 6:01 am


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What is this doing in my happy little silly thread?! We have fun dances and games here! To the serious thread with you. -boots-

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7 Re: depression on Mon Apr 11, 2011 6:04 am


Yes! Depression is for the Seriousness!
~Growls and intimidates Depression thread to Serious Corner~

8 Re: depression on Mon Apr 11, 2011 6:05 am


Dove in the Moonlight
-Depression thread cries itself to the serious thread, where it places the newest Fall Out Boy CD in his record player. They understand his pain.-

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9 Re: depression on Mon Apr 11, 2011 9:16 am

Don't worry, thread, I'll cheer you up.

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11 Re: depression on Mon Apr 11, 2011 3:40 pm

Sad thing is.... I have no doubt every single one of these things have been posted on 4chan......
And people fapped to it.

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12 Re: depression on Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:39 am

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14 Re: depression on Sat May 07, 2011 10:00 am

Theodore Roosevelt was the manliest creature to ever walk this Earth. Rough Rider, New York Governor, Vice-President, President, and all around badass, it seemed like no one could stop him.
Then, his youngest son, Quentin died.
Roosevelt, who already old, but still easily capable of kicking the reaper's ass, was devestated. Less than a year later, his health rapidly deteriorated and he died.

Not even the most badass man on the planet could withstand the pain of losing a child.

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15 Re: depression on Thu May 12, 2011 10:19 am


Ah, I watched a program about Human Biology on the BBC tonight. This part covered Respiration throughout life, but at the end, they went through the last days of an 85-year old man. He had Cataracts, Diabetes and other diseases, but just seemed like the most pleasant kind of man. He said that he had a really good life, he'd filled it with memories and he wanted to be remembered as a good father and grandfather. It showed him peacefully slip away, and it made me shed tears. It was sad, but at the same time, I was so happy for the man; he'd come to terms with death, but he was happy and well-humoured to his dying moment.

16 Re: depression on Wed May 18, 2011 2:41 pm

I wish I stopped loving depressing comics. I just can't quit them.


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17 Re: depression on Mon Sep 12, 2011 1:44 pm

We watched this in class. It's probably one of the most accurate depictions of the Middle Passage, and of how slaves were treated.


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18 Re: depression on Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:08 pm

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19 Re: depression on Mon Sep 24, 2012 5:23 am

>Dat feel when no gf

I have retconned a horrible thread.

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20 Re: depression on Sun Oct 07, 2012 10:25 am

We should have a differnt name for this thread, like the depression thread, the same as before.
Anyways, Relay for Life was yesterday. Twords the end, they turn out the lights, and we walk around the track, which is lined with bags with glowstics commeoraton people who had cancer, "In Honor of" for survior, "In Memory of" for those who died. But, it's horrible when you do that walk, becasue you can't tell if it's im honor of... or in memory, and all you can think of when you see the bags is in memory of.
My mom was on the verge of tears the whole time, and I was too. At one point, we both put our hands aross the other's sholders, like you would when you're carrying somebody, and I couldn't tell who was holding the other up.
My grandfather had prostate cancer, and his father had mouth cancer. My grandfather is still alive, but ym great grandfather died from his cancer. I was thinking about it, and it suddenly crossed my mind that cancer was based in faulty DNA, so there was a chance that it could move down the family line, exspecailly with cancer that affects sex organs. The thought that my mother might had inherited some of whatever causes cancer drove me to the floor. It was so hard not to cry.
I'm not sure if I want to go next year.

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21 Re: depression on Sun Oct 07, 2012 1:04 pm

Happy Canadian Thanksgiving, everyone!

Now, I know you Americans and other people might celebrate the holiday consisting of stuffing your face with turkey next month, but I'd like to just go ahead and say something: there is so many things to be thankful for, but, at the same time, there is so many things that you wish could change in your life and in life in general.

Like time, for example. Ah, time, that two piece bitch of a whore. We're already in October, and I remember sitting around the New Year supper with family and talking about the New year resolutions (none that I done, mind you) like if it happened yesterday. I remember thinking "a brand spanking new year, full of wonder, excitement and possibilities!" And now here we are in October, with me having done only a few of the possibilities that I had imagined.

Here, let's talk about that for a while. Now, here's an amazing spoiler, but my life isn't exciting much. My days consist nowadays of waking up, cleaning a bit, going to work, working a few hours, going back home, and hopefully getting on the computer a bit to play some TF2 or another game for a while until I head for bed. There isn't a day that goes by without me wishing for something amazing to happen to break the boring routine, just like in games and stories: the average joe that gets tangled up into a big adventure and saves the day. That's why I spend so much time on computers. That's why I spend so much time locked up in my room, tapping away at my ipod. That's why I'm often daydreaming and often logging onto the forum. Those little moments are the only ones I get where I'm no longer Charles Ferland, the tall dorky looking guy with a pronunciation problem, but rather whatever the fuck I want to be. I can be the sunglasses wearing someguy3657, fighting alongside my friends against the evil tyranny of a Mew with a lust for power. I can be the Heavy Weapons Guy, blasting away tiny cowards and protecting a control point with an enormous minigun. I can be a blocky version of myself, going around and building large, impressive buildings while avoiding zombies, skeletons and creepers. But if I spend too much time on these fun escapes from boring reality, I'm "a no life" or I'm "wasting my time with pointless things". I have to go out and make some friends somehow. I have to dress properly and I have to comb my complete mess of a hair every fucking hour of every fucking day. And I better not do otherwise, unless I want to be a shameful dork who couldn't attract anyone worthwhile.

This was one of the many reasons why Rare's wedding was the highlight of my year so far. No fucking boundaries. No one telling me to arrange my hair, or not to do this or to laugh too hard or to stop it or telling me shit. I was fucking free. But, as mentioned before, time is a bitch. It seemed like fucking forever until I got to the wedding. The month before leaving seemed like the longest month of my life. Then, the wonderful week where I get to go to Michigan finally arrives, and it passes by me faster than a coked up cheetah wearing a rocket on its back. Before I knew it, I was boarding the bus back to Quebec city. And when I got back there, oh boy! Oh joy! Sisters with no respect for me, chores pilling up by the dozens, and people telling me how to live my life yet again! To prove my wonderful point, I had to take out the overfilled garbage can between the last sentence and this one. And, in a few short hours, I will have a literal mountain of dirty dishes that I will obviously be cleaning by hand. My sisters? They'll be too tired to work tonight, and they have school tomorrow!

But hey, here's to my uncertain future, the one where I have no idea what job I'll have and how my life's going to turn out! Because it seems like I have two options for jobs: one that I know I won't like, but will at least allow me to support a family, or a job I'll love, and I'll be struggling. Maybe I'll join a gym and try to lose some of my gut that everyone seems eager to point out, but I fear that I might waste money on an inscription and never pick it up, kinda like the electric guitar in the corner of my room that my parents got for me for Christmas 3-4 years ago in the hopes of getting me a new hobby and that has pretty much been collecting dust and making me feel a bit guilty about for a while. Or maybe I'll try to fix this fucking pronunciation problem so I can speak without having people mock me behind my back.

Well, cheers, guys. You all have a good Canadian Thanksgiving. And sorry if this looks like a gigantic wall of text. You guys are a great way to help me speak my mind and fight off depression a bit.

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22 Re: depression on Sun Oct 07, 2012 2:38 pm

Bro, if you ever want to do something, ask me. I'm always ready to do something. I know your feeling cuz I feel the same. So cheer up, you are not alone.

If you want to come Monday ask it.

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24 Re: depression on Wed Sep 04, 2013 9:04 am


Prince of the Squirtle Squad
Maybe I'm jumping the gun but the Ice King has got to be one of the most tragic figures in modern cartoons.

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25 Re: depression on Wed Sep 04, 2013 3:14 pm

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I clicked play, and then it started raining outside, and now I'm crying and shivering and that was beautiful I have to go hug my dad now.

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