Pity Party!

I just took the biggest shit I've ever taken and flushed it down the toilet. Were it not for the rigid social norms that we all follow, I would have framed my treasure and hung it on my wall. It was a sad ordeal, but I think I'll get over it.

Like this?
*poop*

And it's not my fault, Raz, that I told everybody what it was about, and they clicked the link. Idiots who saw it, then complained are at fault, tbh.
 
I haven't had a weekend/day off work in two months and I've only seen my best mates a couple times within that time (except the one I work with), feel like I'm losing touch with em.
 
My ex is being a total jerkwad and won't leave me alone but continues to break my heart.

I won't see or be in touch with my best guy friend for the next 3-4 years. He's running off to New York. God knows if I'll ever see him again.
 
Does your ex have a car? A telephone? You might consider a terror campaign.
 
My beautiful baby has turned into a horrible monster

*sob*
 
My beautiful baby has turned into a horrible monster

*sob*

Sarauk, we know what must be done.

Kill the thread, and your tortured soul will forever be at peace from the new species of baboons and baboonettes that have risen after you gave them the ability and the right to complain about their pitiful, meaningless lives.
Soon, those that actually talk abut the beloved game this forum was built for, and if we lose them, we lose all. The resulting wave of self pity will destabilize this forum, and therefore, destroy the entire internet.
 
I'm getting ten extra minutes for every hour of exam time, which is a relief as I'll finally be able to actually finish my answers. Plus, I might be able to get money for a dictaphone from my uni disability service.

At my university, you get time and a half for disabilities. Sometimes we have three-hour exams, which means you would get four and a half hours to take it. I know of a guy who got the time and a half for Krohn's disease... it doesn't really interfere with his test-taking abilities, but he has to take pills and watch his diet and his appendix ruptured, so I feel sorry for the dude.


I haven't had a weekend/day off work in two months and I've only seen my best mates a couple times within that time (except the one I work with), feel like I'm losing touch with em.

Eh, same here except I haven't even started work yet. Everyone just got tied up in schoolwork or hanging out with new people, and they were pretty flaky friends to begin with, and then I started breaking down, which admittedly I could've handled better, and then everyone just went away. There's not much I can do about that. So I just try to stop caring anymore.
 
It's coming up to 6 years since my Grandad died.

Thanks for the reminder...
 
Going to miss my best friend, the only person that makes me feel happy or somewhat good about myself. Finally realized I probably won't see her again.
 
This is a note to all your gfs, squeezing your cock before you cum isn't healthy, it can lead to blockages... That's what the **** happened. :/

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I really thought this was misc. for a second

D:
 
I'm excited/disgusted with the popularity/stupidity this thread has attained.
 
I have a terrible phobia of self-pity.

Having viewed this thread under the mistaken impression that it would contain tips on how to have a great time with groups of insecure young laydeez, I am now horribly shaken and I think I passed out too.

You bastards. Now feel sorry for me. :(
 
I've, for the most part, completely cut a good friend out of my life because he was acting like a ****ing egotistical asshole.

Now i'm basically alone, because the rest of my buds follow him around like loyal servants...

I have a terrible phobia of self-pity.

Having viewed this thread under the mistaken impression that it would contain tips on how to have a great time with groups of insecure young laydeez, I am now horribly shaken and I think I passed out too.

You bastards. Now feel sorry for me. :(

That's messed up...
 
I've suffered enough in this life...I have many a sad tale to tell. However, which one i choose is the hard decision. Making people cry can sometimes be easy for me, seriously, a number of people have heard these stories and cried. Damn life is tough!
 
I was a child born with no legs - I was sent away for years to save the neighbour's sneers. I returned, was spurned. "Father, hold me!" "You are no son of mine, you freak, you spring boy."
 
There is no other man on earth who can comprehend my suffering. In desperation, I turn to the common lamp-post, to relieve me of my pains. Now it is the lamp-post who suffers, and I who walk this earth care-free.
 
I haven't been home in days.

Not an issue?, only a precious few can understand what its like to be parted from yer own toilet for so long....
 
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