I don't get along with my parents at all and nothing would please me more than to leave and get a place in Montreal with my girlfriend and buy a cat and shit

But I can't because of complicated things and it's really depressing for me

Not a particularly "emotional" experience, but I realize how much I hate living with my parents on a weekly basis

Upon reading this thread I realize I don't actually have any real life friends.
Holy shit I'm the biggest shut in the world has ever known.
Oh boy I look albino.

What happened

Well when I was two my mom and dad separated. My dad came to visit me to when i was four after not seeing me since they separated. we had a lot of fun doing all sorts of things. He told me he would come to see me next day. The next day i woke up and waited by the window for him. He didn't come. I asked my mom why he didn't come she said maybe tomorrow. I did this every day for a month. one day I asked if he is coming. My mom looked at me crying. she told me "Drake, your dad is never coming". now at 15 I learned he was a drug addict and shitty person. To this day i have only the slight memories of when i was four.

fucking gypsies

when i was in denmark they stole my passport and i had to go through all this shit to get a new one and cost me hundreds

worst emotional experiences toss up between my parents splitting when i was 15 or my best friend dying a year later

fav moment probably when i dated this girl in college for a few weeks. 2nd time we went out ended up back at her place hanging out with her roomates just chilling. had to get up the next day so i left kinda early. we'd kissed by then but still not totally out of the awkward phase and her roommates were watchin so we just did this kind of awkward half hug goodbye

went out and walked to the bus stop about 30 seconds down and across the street. after a couple min right as the bus was pulling up i saw her jogging down from her house, she walked right up to me without saying a word and just started passionately kissing me. we broke apart right as the bus doors were opening, she smiled said bye then walked away as i boarded the bus

was like some shit out of a movie, super surreal but i was on cloud 9 for a while after that l0l

turned out she was pretty dumb and flaky and we didnt end up goin out long after that but that one memory stays with me even though the "relationship" was forgettable

TF.TV should hire psychologists. Shit's getting deep.

When Paula Deen got accused of being a racist, at first I couldn't believe it, but as the story unravelled I got more and more emotional about it, why her, why paula deen.. out of all people. Then when she lost her food show and her sponsors dropped out, my stomach just fucking sank..

okay dope-wolf. the post will remain up as an example; you will not.

even a blind squirrel is raped twice

Bad: getting cancer when I was 10 and missing the 5th grade because of it

Good: seeing my dad come home from Afghanistan after not seeing him for a year and a half

You're like the nicest dude ever. It makes me really sad to read that.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z195aCfuRSU

This isn't really a big emotional thing for me but i really love this scene.
It's my favourite scene from anything ever.

A motivational speaker showed at my school last year. It was cool and all until it got to the serious part of the speech where he said "There are people in this room and they are hurting on the inside." And it was like something hit me in my chest that made me want to cry. I still don't know why I almost cried. Also last week I got hit with the realization that I'm an introvert. And a lot shit made sense.

Just now I remembered a guy I knew, probably from all these posts about people with cancer.

I'd never met the guy in person, and he was kind of quirky, but he was one of those big idea guys that probably could have written a bestseller but never had the time. He liked slam poetry, he was in college but would ask me to review his English papers. He trapped a mouse in a jar after it had been missing in his house for several days, and it followed him as he rotated the jar. At some point he had two girlfriends who brought him cake sometimes. He also had leukemia. I only found out about his death about a week after it happened, from his friend. He told me that his mother asked how the dude was feeling, and he gave a thumbs up and passed away about forty-five minutes later. Maybe it shouldn't have affected me as much as it did, but it hit me hard for a while and I even cried for that guy I had never really met.

I've never really talked about it, and I guess there isn't much to say anyway. I just think about him sometimes.

i get emotional just thinking about how people like dopewolf exist

I read all these serious posts about how their loved ones die and they're depressed, and I feel really bad considering nothing really bad has happened to me. I'm a big shitlord in real life, and it makes me wish my fortune went to someone else that deserved it instead of me.

did you have to post this ;_____;

Probably the most tragic experience I've ever had, besides moving away from a house I still consider 'home', was watching my great grandfather pass away in front of my own eyes at the age of 12. Changed me completely; it caused me stress, I fell behind in school, questioned religion, and contemplated on suicide. Years later, I'm still a shut out, and I regret not treating my grandfather with respect when I was younger. He spoiled me, and it made me become a rotten egg. But I don't really blame him, I took advantage of that opportunity when I was younger.

Just wish he could see how much I've matured, learned, and accomplished these last few years.

Getting dumped and the fact that I don't know how to move on.

I don't really post much, but here goes.

Listening to everybodys' problems and how tough their lives have been truly humbles me. It makes me realise how easy my life has been in comparison. Yes, I suffer from depression, but that's nothing compared to something like dealing with the loss of a loved one. All I can really say is that dealing with the lows only makes the highs even higher. If anyone needs someone to talk to the don't hesitate to add me. I'm always open to making new friends, and helping other people through their times of trouble is the least that I can do, rather than being a passive bystander like I usually am.

I was baptized when I was 5, I was always the most religious of any of the children in our family. I always felt a special connection with Jesus, and god, from before I could even read, what felt like a personal relationship. I worked hard in the early catholic schools to learn the prerequisites to being baptized and confirmed, first communion and so on. I was probably the only kid who actually studied the bible at those early ages, my family always took me to church and Sunday school.I spent a lot of time with my catholic grandparents, however my mother didn't like the catholic church so we went to a baptist church instead, and the Sunday school, I was constantly struggling with what parts of the bible to take seriously and which to not.

I was always a big fan of taking most things literally, but at the same time I was introduced to science at a young age as well. When I was 14 I got into some creationist pamphlets at the Sunday school, and started looking at some of the books, my family was all too happy to buy me Christian books. Even though they themselves weren't literalist, or creationists. my 14 year old brain was easily convinced by these creationist writings. My family always just wrote me off whenever I tried to talk about it, I can imagine they thought it was a phase I would grow out of. I loved the books and I loved Jesus and my god more than anything, praying, "talking to god/Jesus" and so on. The strangest phenomena is that growing up I could always hear a response or feel one, by god or Jesus, and felt a presence with me, maybe it was a function of my brain changing as I grew up and matured, that made that imaginary friend go away.

But to me, the disappearance of this source of relief from the constant bullying and isolation at school, emotional abuse and belittling by my family (I feared weekends, holidays and breaks from school because being bullied and isolated was far better than the psychotic outbursts by my mother, who told me almost everyday how fat lazy and disgusting I was, the violent outbreaks by my brother, who would physically damage me roughly for long periods of time, the crippling loneliness that came from realizing noone in my family was going to do anything about it, and I couldn't talk to anyone about it. I spent most of my energy masking all emotion to hide my pain so the treatment wouldn't get worse, but whatever I did would make it worse, I remember clearly being slapped and violently shook while my mother shouted "SHOW SOME GOD DAMN EMOTION FOR ONCE" and keeping every ounce of energy on retaining my composure, and every time I got through an emotional ordeal without breaking down I considered it a victory.)

But then I was in this situation without the voice of Jesus or god in my head where it was very clear before, and everything about me had been built around Jesus, prior to that, to think it might all have been nothing, that I was wrong about god, was so unthinkable because my thought processes all revolved around Jesus and god.

I was alone in school by choice because opening up to others might let more emotion loose, and I might break down in tears, I shrunk into a small corner in my house and tried to focus on my video games or books enough to drown out the rest of the people who lived there, tried to avoid the family meals, if I could.

She helped my brother get a drivers license, but I "was too unreliable and might run someone over." She helped my brother get a hunting license and firearm license but "I might shoot someone by accident," helped him get a job, but assumed I wouldn't do well. Without hearing the voice of even my imaginary friend Jesus I felt utterly and completely alone. I can't emphasize that sense of loneliness, that sentence enough, I had noone.

I was begging and screaming to god or Jesus alone in the dark every night in bed, whenever I was alone for about a year, "please I don't want a miracle, please Jesus just be there for me, talk to me like you used to talk to me, where did you go, please I love you;" while in tears.

I got more and more frustrated, and initially as an act of rebellion decided to look into books about atheism, and I dug into Richard Dawkins "God delusion" at a borders, in the cafe to give it my first trial, and I couldn't believe I never read it before, I kicked myself for not looking at both sides, it made so much sense and it felt like a curse of great sadness had been lifted, for once I understood the beauty of the world for what it was. I wasn't restrained by the desire to be as "perfect" as I could for a "perfect" being in old old books written by bronze age minds.

I was so proud and happy about this newfound clarity that I wanted to shout it from the rooftops so to speak, but that made my family treat me even worse, now to them, I was a satanist, and must be closely monitored, constantly mocked.

This is about when i picked up smoking, and for the next 2 years, my intense desire to meditate and learn control of my own mind, was strong enough to push aside reality just enough to survive.

So many times in my life have I come close to ending it, the only thing stopping me is that I never wanted to be just another short obituary, forgotten after a week, I wanted so much to do it, to hurt my family as much as they hurt me, to be floating above my funeral in etheric form watching them cry and regret the things they did, the cruel words and actions, realizing how much they truly did hurt me, but I could never do it because I knew they could redefine the story, without me, people would think I was a retarded satanist delinquent that wasn't good at anything, that it was my fault not theirs that things had happened like this, so the first chance I got I left, I went to another city in another state, and they called the police to make sure I was OK and wasn't kidnapped and all I could feel was hatred, and insulted, the fact that they hurt me so much, and then continue to feel and act as though they care about me, to push me away and then ask me to come back, drove me insane.

They would call me and I would play along, in case I ever needed them again, but be sick to my stomach after every phone call or any exchange, they told me my brother was incredibly sad at Christmas without me, how it wasn't the same, but that made me happy, not even a little bit sad, because at that point all I wanted was for them to feel pain like they made me feel, to feel as alone as I did.

A separate big emotional experience happened 2 years after that where 2 years of not being able to afford to brush my teeth, along with smoking and soda causes them to begin falling out one by one, breaking whenever I ate something hard or accidentally bit my fork or chopstick, coupled with constant pain from the split open teeth and the lack of hope with no money to pay for a dentist was an incredibly devastating experience. The constant pain made it so I couldn't think straight and couldn't work, lost my job then I lost my home, because I couldn't fight through the pain to see the world clearly enough to do my job.

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wow

My most emotional experience is related with my ex girlfriend, back in Quebec city.
We started dating at 19 years old, and it lasted 4 years. It was really a pleasant relationship, we were deeply in love together. We moved together, changing appartments through the city, studying together, we traveled Italy and France together.

Since i was doing a masters in university, i had to do an internship in Montreal. (2 hours of car from Quebec city) Me and her knew i had to go live there for a couples months. We never talked about it, because we would fear that the discussion would turn into a complete sad experience. For 4 months it was akward knowing i had to leave. Then the day arrived. I remember like it was yesterday. (May first, 2011) I was packing my stuff since 3 days, and still we didnt talked about me leaving, or the relationship. The moment my parents arrived to pick me up to help me move, we looked at each other right in the eyes. Not saying anything. We both cryed our lives knowing it was over, without words. When i left the home, we both smiled and agreed it was over. It was a relief for both of us, with a happy ending.

Since that day, we have become the best friends, even though we dont live in the same city anymore. We hang out, get cofees, go to some museums, etc. I had experiences with girls since those 2 years, but i havent commited to a full relationship since then. Still think about her sometimes, and those nice moments we had.

Edit : Sorry for my bad english, im le french.

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Watching my dad slowly decay in front of me to parkinsons.

Trying to spend as much time with him as possible, but he still has to work a ton so everything works out ok.

Afraid that he will die when I am away at college. Hard to keep a smile on my face when I'm with him, but I do it because I don't want to make him sad.

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edit: you guys didn't like my story, sorry.

If anybody needs someone to talk to, add me on steam. I'm all ears.

Ran into this girl I hadn't seen in over a year.... Hooked up after having a great evening together, but then I wake up in the middle of the night to hear crying. I walk out to the kitchen to investigate, and there she is naked and crying on the phone to one of my best high school friends because they had been dating the whole damn time while living in a different town. I had NO fucking idea, and still feel terrible.

We're all chill now, but man... That fucking sucked. I take things even slower than I used to after that.