G'morning b

g'morning b.
hope you slept well.
tell me why you will not KILL YOURSELF today.

Because I've got a shitty story to write that ends with the MC killing themself.

Too much shit to get done

how much have you written so far ?

what shit ?

I have to win at bitcoin gambling.

Depends on the story really, I'be finished a story on that topic already, and I'm halfway done with another.

You told me that you swore off love for a while, and apart from a lot of unexpected affection with the French girl, I had too. I even bought a heavy-metal t-shirt that said 'Too Fast For Love', and I began to treat women strangely. For example there was a sadly comic misunderstanding with the RA of my college block, a lovely half-Korean girl who I pulled into my bedroom and almost fucked on the spot, honestly believing that that's what she wanted (I was drunk), when in fact it turned out that she was quite seriously two things: interested in me and rather devout in her Christian beliefs. She was actually a great girl and I would have liked to go out with her, but I'd shattered her impression of me while hardly uttering a word. I talked a friend into punching me and I got a black eye and broken nose. I got another black eye a few months later, and a cracked rib. By early 2005 I was drinking heavily again for weeks on end, sometimes starting at lunchtime, vomiting out of windows and getting kicked out of pubs and drafting essays at the union bar. I fell in love with a German exchange student and started fucking my house-mate in the same week.

I had a minor manic episode for a few weeks that left me standing bewildered in a car-park, expecting something supernatural to occur. When the German girl left I dated her friend, also a German exchange student, my third foreigner in a row (she was the only girl who actually spoke the words 'you have a problem with alcohol'. I admitted that she was right and kept drinking for another decade) and I almost slept with a French-Canadian pot-head immediately after sleeping with the French girl and I'd had a one-night stand the previous weekend anyway, with a surfie girl who called me back and I ignored, because I couldn't sleep with her again without people finding out. I made out with a girl meters away from her boyfriend and she asked me if I would fuck her when he went back to Germany (also an exchange-student). I asked my other house-mate to fuck me on the floor one drunken night and she invited me into her room instead to 'cuddle and see what happens' but I just shook my head no, and went to bed. More and more I drank alone in small rooms, cheap wine, a bottle of vodka in a night. I moved into a different house and often climbed out my window to avoid my house-mates noticing my trips the bottle-shop. Friends left, moved on, and I did not make new ones. I went back to Lismore and kept doing the same thing from my parent's house, trying to study but mostly drinking and wasting time. I met my ex-wife, she enabled my drinking, we had an abortion. We moved in together.

I spent straight weeks hung-over and smoking pot and viewing porn, then getting drunk again at night and searching the internet for the very worst violence I could find. I did this for months, years. I made friends with people who were nothing like me. I drove to a drug-dealers house with my baby daughter in the car, while a police raid was in progress and so kept on driving. I've punched holes in the walls of every house I've ever rented. I broke my hand quite badly punching a door and never got it looked at. I've woken up crying, been so sick with alcoholic poisoning that I could only eat ice-cubes, spent so many days shaking in bed staring at TV screens, distant, long-ago depictions of life being lived on a planet I no longer shared. I've sat in rooms surrounded in empty bottles and cigarette ash and days-old food, cum-stiff tissues, dried blood on the keyboard. I've walked into rooms to discover rope on the floor, reminding me that I'd wanted to hang myself in an alcoholic blackout. The knocks on the door you don't answer, the dignity you fake, the Christmas you pretend to have the flu. I burned my wrists with cigarettes every New Years Eve at midnight.
I was never really happy again.

Honestly i don't know why i shouldnt kill myself.
Average penis 5inches, chubby, have acne.
My only advantage is that i am "tall" 6ft2in and my upper torso is kinda athletic build i have wide muscular shoulders and back but the belly keeps me away from being anywhere near from approachable to girls.
Also i have a fucked up hairline.

But this life is way better the living in any other third world country.

I had a minor manic episode for a few weeks that left me standing bewildered in a car-park, expecting something supernatural to occur. When the German girl left I dated her friend, also a German exchange student, my third foreigner in a row (she was the only girl who actually spoke the words 'you have a problem with alcohol'. I admitted that she was right and kept drinking for another decade) and I almost slept with a French-Canadian pot-head immediately after sleeping with the French girl and I'd had a one-night stand the previous weekend anyway, with a surfie girl who called me back and I ignored, because I couldn't sleep with her again without people finding out. I made out with a girl meters away from her boyfriend and she asked me if I would fuck her when he went back to Germany (also an exchange-student). I asked my other house-mate to fuck me on the floor one drunken night and she invited me into her room instead to 'cuddle and see what happens' but I just shook my head no, and went to bed. More and more I drank alone in small rooms, cheap wine, a bottle of vodka in a night. I moved into a different house and often climbed out my window to avoid my house-mates noticing my trips the bottle-shop. Friends left, moved on, and I did not make new ones. I went back to Lismore and kept doing the same thing from my parent's house, trying to study but mostly drinking and wasting time. I met my ex-wife, she enabled my drinking, we had an abortion. We moved in together.

I spent straight weeks hung-over and smoking pot and viewing porn, then getting drunk again at night and searching the internet for the very worst violence I could find. I did this for months, years. I made friends with people who were nothing like me. I drove to a drug-dealers house with my baby daughter in the car, while a police raid was in progress and so kept on driving. I've punched holes in the walls of every house I've ever rented. I broke my hand quite badly punching a door and never got it looked at. I've woken up crying, been so sick with alcoholic poisoning that I could only eat ice-cubes, spent so many days shaking in bed staring at TV screens, distant, long-ago depictions of life being lived on a planet I no longer shared. I've sat in rooms surrounded in empty bottles and cigarette ash and days-old food, cum-stiff tissues, dried blood on the keyboard. I've walked into rooms to discover rope on the floor, reminding me that I'd wanted to hang myself in an alcoholic blackout. The knocks on the door you don't answer, the dignity you fake, the Christmas you pretend to have the flu. I burned my wrists with cigarettes every New Years Eve at midnight.
I was never really happy again.

alot of times with chicks. all you need be is tall. so you are doing fine. Hit the gym tho, don't be chubby.

Because I'm already going to a funeral today and I don't need to put my family through that.

I did sleep well :)

super lemon haze, afghani hashplant, LA Confidential. :) cannabis is dope.

Because I have a wonderful life

´life is fun

uhmmm good question yeah...

I have a good job and a large penis
also, my family
and if I was ever sad enough to want to off myself I would just get addicted to heroin, shits cash

Moar. Is this copy pasta from a speaker AA meeting? Good shit! I really hope user turns it around. I can relate to this.

I normally would seriously contemplate about doing it at least a couple times a day. Never have gotten around to it because I've been busy with work, school, and my girlfriend. Any free time I have I use to sleep.

im waiting for my new MLP doll

I'm drunk, very real possibility I might if one of you faggots trigger me.

god fucking what??

...

No, that was literally me. And I have been to AA. I wrote that two weeks ago to an ex who I hadn't seen or spoken to in 13 years.

tl;dr
Your story is shit faggot, KYS.

Thank you.

I gotta watch the Champions League tonight..

How about nine?

MLP ?

There really isn't anything
Maybe if I get the reply

Sauce

Spunk in a cunt.

Can't be bothered to go through the effort of becoming an hero. Time will take care of that eventually, anyway.

Dont want to die a virgin

This is literally me, but 6-3 6.5 dick and losing my belly

I can't talk to girls
I'm somewhat attractive
But they usually discover what a empty asshole I am and leave me
Kill me

My god, you're a colossal bell end.
Pay for it if needs be.
>Look at me I'm such a faggot and unloved.
Honestly mate, shit on a dick or spunk on a cunt. The world is your oyster.

I'm off work today, so drinking and video games all day long.

I ain't paying for shit
I wanna be loved you fucking faggot
Don't like oysters they're slimy and retarded gimmick mussels are better

Sauce?

Same, life is good.

wew lad.
How about we talk about this before you an hero?

Installer: Ah needs tuh put the wahrs
Me: Everything's done. GTFO
Installer: But the wahrs need tuh be all over. I makes muhney from the wahrs
Me: No, it's already been done correctly. You aren't getting your grimy hands on this house.
Installer: But ah needs tuh put the wahrs to the picher box and the teevee.
Me: *slap* Bad wire monkey. Get back in your truck and go bother somebody else.
Installer: But mah paypers. Yew needs tuh scratch on mah paypers weeyuth wunna theyem sticks what makes mahrks
Me: This paperwork says that a lot of things happened that didn't actually happen. I'll sign nothing until you bring me something that isn't full of lies.
Installer: ahmma tell momma on yew
Me: You do that.
Installer: Yew aint nahs *sob*
Me: On this we agree.

The service worked perfectly, BTW.

Why i'm not killing myself ?

Because i'm dating a nice girl i'll probably marry someday, because i love my job, i'm making a shit ton of money and my boss keeps telling me that he trust me enough to manage his business someday.

Because my future seems brighter today then if you would have asked me 5 years ago.
Because nothing is lost in life unless you give up. Just open your eyes, the world isn't limited to your own eyesight, and if your life doesn't belong here maybe you should stop thinking to put yourself in another dimension and start wondering how could be your life if you simply move somewhere else and start over.

thx mate

Next time you fall in love, pay very close attention to the thoughts and feelings that come up in yourself. You're full of fear and anxiety and don't like yourself too much. Realise that one day we are all going to die, love somebody for who they are and not how they make you feel, have faith in yourself and you can change your heart and all of life will seem a lot brighter.

Who said I wasn't?

>Because my future seems brighter today then if you would have asked me 5 years ago.
congrats bro.

I'm getting married in 2 weeks. Gotta be there for that.

Because I like my life, even though I currently go through a rough time.

i'm a coward

I've got the fucking day off. I'm not doing shit today.

congrats man. u sure you want to get married tho ? marriage seems like a deathtrap for men.

glad you like your life.

checkem.
so what are you going to do ?

Not too worried about it. I want to make her happy, she wants to make me happy and we actively do things to show it.

Also we met playing D&D and like the same type of video games. It helps.

Thanks user I needed that

I'm gettin' pegged, nigga

Well your welcome. I only figured this stuff out a few weeks ago. A really good woman showed me.

Lazy

I'm in love. It only took 3 years of a friends with benefits..

I am an INTP and she is an ENTJ. So we were so good at keeping it friendly business. But godam its an addiction now...

Not even confident now!
Mum just came and gave me a speech.
You're not even 30 you wastet you 20's a nd you're goona fuck up your liver or your kidneys drinking. Well now I actually fell like finishing the job early. Thanks for the pep talk mum.
inb4 neckbeard.

i'm still content with life but i'll kill myself when the last light of my wanting to exist fades

Its 16:40 and its workday u retard

My girlfriend when overly excited does this. ..

Pic related

I'm triggred as fuck now, kicking off about me taking my holidays!
I even still have 4 left.
I get 20 per year, so i graft all year and now I'm the bad person for taking the holiday days, i'm fucking entitled to.

0452 you dickhead

i don't get it

My morning was rough. Stayed up late last night for the debate and to get the platinum on BB. I'm going to attempt to enlist in the US Army so I can't die yet. If that doesn't work for some reason (MEPS will probably find a good reason even though I'm fine for weight and illness history) I'll probably do it then. I don't really have the strength to keep going anymore and I am missing a lot of personality that keeps me from functioning like a normal human being.

>BB
what's that ?

What is that guy in the background doing? It looks like he's picking something up off the ground and masturbating with it. The fuck?

Cuz I'm feeling really well at the moment. I'm gonna move in some weeks, go to university and be active again. Feels good. And the weather today is nice.