But what's the value in a story with a happy ending? If you turn them positive, do they still have an impact? The point of these stories is to impact you.
Not to make you cheer up and then forget all about them.
A couple people sad in the comments that some of the stories hit them hard, I feel like if my comments made at least a handful of people feel slightly better it was worth it. I never meant to invalidate the project and I'm sorry if I came off like that.
I suppose I'm just being a cunt today. There's nothing wrong with making others feel better.
I do like and appreciate the thought that goes into these types of literary projects, though, so it always bugs me little when people try to change them into something else.
The creator meant what they wrote. Understandably what they wrote is sad, but it's sadness they were going for.
Eh, but enough of me being a prick about it. You do what you do. Maybe one day you'll be good enough, if you aren't already, to make six-word happy stories.
"But i too think it's a good idea to bury the serial-killing midget bodybuilders in iron coffins in case of a zombie apocalypse." did i do well master?
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Its all well and good going to space and dying a "hero" even though there probably wouldnt be much coverage in this day and age but jesus **** imagine dying in the cold expanse of space, probably one of the most terrifying deaths there is, like drowning in the middle of the ocean
I don't know man. Given the choice of coughing up my lungs in a hospital bed, and going out drifting amongst the infinite cosmos. 8 Billion lives, the entirety of human history, merely a pale blue orb below you.
I think I'd be OK with that. Besides, we've all gotta die.
Mission control is the base on Earth that communicates with space craft and their crew. It basically means that a space craft had problems, the home base tried to help but can't actually do anything, and the problem persisted so the crew is doomed and is giving a finally goodbye.
reminds me of the lost cosmonauts conspiracy theory where one of the cosmonauts left earth at a perpendicular angle while tapping "SOS" until it faded into nothingness... space is ******* scary...
I know the feel well enough to know that no one should ever have to go through it.
I promise you, it will get better soon. They say that time heals all wounds for a reason.
Leaving the past behind can be difficult, and wounds may stay for longer than you'd like, but I swear that things will improve as soon as you do. If you can do that, you'll be on your way to finding someone new, someone better. Life will move on, regardless if you do or don't. So make it easier on yourself.
Actually i stopped thinking about her 4 years ago. Then she messaged me 1 year ago
Asked my friend that i've known for 9 years what i should do and he told me " **** that cunt, move on with your life".
Meeting up with him in Japan in May to travel around for 1 month
Thanks man, havent been able to feel actually happy in a few weeks but I have noticed I at least managed to start eating decently again so I guess I'm getting better.
Always try to remember that there will always be other people who understand what you're going through and will want to help. As one of those people, I'm glad to hear you're doing better. You'll find that someone soon enough, probably when you least expect it to happen.