I really want this to be fake and gay.
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Anything can be fake and gay as long as you post "fake and gay" first in the replies.
However tbh, this is the least fake and gay 4Chan post I've read since RIP EB.
I feel for OP.
I'll take the plunge and try:
- fake: got nothin'
- gay: OP wasn't old enough to have sexual feelings, so this experience likely turned them off relationships w/ women
I feel bad for OP. If this story is fake, good job sir or ma'am, you have the makings of a great author.
One day she starts coming in a wheelchair
Read this and I knew I should stop. I should have stopped.
I bet that little girl felt so loved by anon, and died more happy having had him in her life than without. I can’t think of a better way to live and to die.
Live your life so that there is someone out there that will never feel alone even when shit is really bad, and die knowing that someone out there loves you so much and will miss you when you’re gone.
I really hope this one is fake. That’s sad as hell
Fake or not for OP, that's stuff that does happen
Studio Ghibli:
Grave of th-
NONONONONONO
I'm still not over that one.
Same, 17 years later I still can't watch it.
Anon helped a sick child live a some-what normal life before dying.
My friend has PTSD from dealing with "incidents" involving dead children and a friend. One of his coping methods is taking a step back and considering the kids would probably have grown up to be a regular dickhead like the rest of us anyways. Makes it less sad to think about.
This brought up something I never talked about until now and pushed down and forgot about.
I was approximately 11 or 12. My first real girlfriend. Holding hands, talking on the phone. Smooches, nothing too crazy. She lived in a huge house in a really good neighborhood. I will go over there on the weekends. This happened for four or five months.
One weekend, I don't know how I found out of the specifics, but I was unable to see her and didn't really understand why.
Before I go any further, warning trama warning, don't read any further if you're sensitive.
The father shot everyone in the house except for one of the younger sisters. Murder suicide situation.
Wait, I remember a little more. How I found out. my parents went to drop me off at their house and their cops and police tape everywhere.
I never realized how deep my subconscious that event has been pushed down and why I feel the need to speak about it, now. Thank you, poster. Maybe I can deal with it now that I remember it.
It's insane that some men think this kind of murder suicide is the right response to anything.
Agreed this was in the 80s. Not sure if it was more rare back then or not.
Terrible response. Why don't they just pack their bags and go somewhere instead. It seems pretty drastic.
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I want to marry you so we can play our games all day
Damn, Anon.
Had a little neighbor girlfriend when I was little. She was super sweet.
In second grade, on Christmas night, she had a brain aneurysm that paralyzed the right half of her body. She was in the hospital for months. After that, she was allowed home for a day or 2 at a time, but had to go back to rehab centers. I'd get to visit with her for a few minutes, but then she'd get worn out.
The finances got too tough and they ended up having to move out of the house.
I've always wondered what happened to her.
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This is so cursed. Also, I don't remember shit from kindergarten, how the fuck does he?
I’m pretty old and remember kindergarten. Do you have any physical reminders that could help trigger memories?
I have a few kindergarten memories. Not many. Those most profound are easiest to recall. I'd imagine losing your best friend because they died would be tremendously hard to forget, regardless of how old you were when it happened.
I have flashes of a few moments, but that is it. Like my teacher had a goatie and was named Mr. Riggs.
I remember a fair bit of my early childhood:
- My older sister playing school with me. I was three or so. That's how I learned to read.
- When my mum taught me about the "little dragons" in our bodies; basically a child-friendly way to teach how sickness works, and how our bodies deal with them.
- My 4yo birthday. It wasn't anything special, but I remember jumping all happy across the kitchen.
- A few times that my father ruined family meal. Making my sister cry, making me cry, whining incessantly about the food, encouraging me to eat the cooked yolk that my mum would use in the dish, this kind of thing.
- My grandma pouring condensed milk over my chocolate milk, and saying "shh, don't tell your mum".
- Locking my grandpa's dog inside the basement, and getting gently lectured by him, on how the dog would feel afraid and lonely.
- My ophthalmologist asking me if I wanted pineapple or strawberry-flavoured eye drops. I was six or so. (More than three decades later, he's still the one taking care of my eyes.)
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The more traumatic the event the more our brain tends to create strong memories around it. And if it’s super traumatic you get ptsd since the memories are so strong that your brain can relive those moments very vividly. It’s basically a adaption for survival when we were cavemen, so you don’t forget bad things and learn from it. Like seeing your uncle getting mauled by a lion so you create a strong memory and never forget that you have to avoid lions.
If you don’t remember shit you probably had a good childhood.
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Assuming the story isn't fake, this could be a sufficiently traumatic memory to still be available even after many years. Really strong emotions can form strong memories, and cancer is a common enough topic that those pathways would see gradual maintenance over time. I certainly remember the first girl who had a crush on me, and that was back in first grade.
It's on 4chan though, so the easy assumption should always be that it is fake.
I can even remember pre school before kindergarten
I am 29 and I don't remember much when I was a teenager, and next to nothing from elementary school, lol.
I remember rolling up to class while pretending to be a lizard. Crawling on the ground licking my lips, etc., etc.
Perhaps you shouldn't go there lol
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Great. First thing I read after waking up. Fuck.
Yup, that's enough internet for today, gotta call in sick and watch sad movies all day.
Sounds like the plot to an anime.
After a show like this I have to watch like two seasons of braindead shonen to "wash down" the feels :(
Complete with a scene where anon jerks it to her while she lays unconscious in the hospital bed, and then he cries about it for 17 minutes.
Um, he was 4 or 5, nowhere near old enough for puberty...
oh anno..
I need this to be fake, Anon. Don't do this to my day.
I had a childhood friend but I never understood what happened until I was an adult.
We lived in the country about half a mile to a mile away from each other. We hung out all the time. Then she stopped walking to my house but I kept walking to hers.
She went bald and I didn't think much of it. Soon after that her parents told me she couldn't come out and play when I walked over. I eventually stopped walking over and her family moved.
I don't know if she died or not but I remember not understanding why her parents didn't want her to play with me anymore.
One day as an adult I was talking with some people about childhood friends and I started to tell a story about one girls shitty parents who wouldn't let her play anymore... Then it hit. Oh. She couldn't walk to my house anymore, she couldn't play anymore, then they were gone.
Been there, done that.
Back in the early 1990’s i went to a grade school for sick and disabled children. I have a visual disability myself. Some of the kids were very, very sick. Leukemia, lung diseases, etc. So we’d usually lose about two, three kids per year.
The Christmas holiday was always rough. Some would hold on just to celebrate one last Christmas. When we’d return back to school in January, you’d always hope to start with the same number of classmates…
Um, no one noticed the "piece?"
Anon cut her up, mate. Peak 4chan.
Feels cringe, even simulating those thought processes of edge lord.
Rest in peas.
:(((((
damn thats deep
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