those feels.... they suck.. arm; Hrer To leave Ball For BEM?? bullit, llil! ding.. Oh like men never do that?
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those feels...

they suck.

arm; Hrer
To leave Ball For BEM??
bullit, llil! ding.
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#167 - funnjyunk **User deleted account** has deleted their comment [-]
User avatar #153 - colfer (01/11/2013) [-]
Guys, you need to stop being the "Nice Guys." No wonder so many Nice Guys complain about women being horrible, when so often the kind of women that gets attracted to them is the lowest form of life. Get this: insecurity isn't sexy, it's a turnoff. You don't have to be an ego-inflated, arrogant jerk, you just have to like yourself, you have to know what you want and go after it. Only then will you be attractive to the kind of woman with whom a long-term relationship is possible. Nice guys finish last. Bad guys end up dead. Good guys don't even have to compete.
#168 to #153 - anonymous (01/27/2013) [-]
And this is why I'll die alone
User avatar #135 - defeats (01/11/2013) [-]
All of you with your depressing sob stories... I'll enlighten you.
In order for you to be dumped by this person, they cannot be entirely happy with you. This means that you don't do it for them any more.
You can go ahead thinking "but I did everything for him/her, I changed, I did this and that... etc" this is actually part of the problem. When you concentrate on being the greatest boyfriend or girlfriend ever you are missing the point entirely, because you should concentrate on your partner.

If your boyfriend or girlfriend of however much time leaves you for someone else, then what you had together wasn't real enough to your partner.

But anyway, I've only ever been dumped once, and that was because that particular girl didn't want to be with any guys that reminded her of her (abusive) father. It was just sods law that her father came to find her when I was with her, he upset her badly and I threatened him. (We were 18/19 at the time)
User avatar #141 to #135 - darkage (01/11/2013) [-]
I highly agree with everything you said and I thumbed you up from getting any negative votes, but I have to say you are barking up the wrong tree. Sure, you have a great point and sure these guys/girls can learn a thing or two from what you said, but they won't listen. They only want to come here and get pity from others when all they need is to move on and be happy for once instead of crying over it to strangers.

I've been dumped once, and she cheated on me with an older guy and lied to my face. In retrospect, it sucks and what I did was cry about it to friends for about a year and a half. I lost a ton of friends by just speaking of it and crying when I should have been happy with the friends I had.

Moral of the story, if you weren't worth the time and effort to the other person to be with, they shouldn't be worth the time and effort it takes to cry about it.
User avatar #129 - sketchE ONLINE (01/11/2013) [-]
im not going to lie. i thought about dumping my girlfriend for someone else. long distance relationships suck and i was looking for the easy lay. glad i didnt though. my friend who has had grand total of six days in a relationship kept trying to tell me ïf you fall in love with two people chose the second because if you really loved the first you wouldnt have fallen for the second" a paraphrased johny depp quote. it took seeing my girlfriend again after five months to realise how much we needed each other
#127 - kernelstack (01/11/2013) [-]
1. Long wavy hair...

2. The claws...

It's Wolverine.
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User avatar #122 to #117 - sonsofsol (01/11/2013) [-]
and directlybelow your comment....
#110 - lordraine ONLINE (01/11/2013) [-]
Since everyone is venting, I've got a true story to tell, if anyone cares to hear it.

The setting begins in highschool, an ever turbulent and terrible time for romance and romance accessories. I was what a lot of us probably were at the time; an unpopular nerdy kid that nobody really liked who played video games, read comic books, and had a sci-fi or fantasy book out to read at lunch. However, I was also blessed by the gods of my nordic ancestors, and was built like a grizzly bear viking ****** a bulldozer that boxed as a competitive hobby. Not ripped. Just enormous. Tall, wide, thick, the works. So bullying was minimal, because nobody wanted to pick on a walking mountain, even if he wore glasses and could quote lines from Final Fantasy.

A lot of things happened in highschool, like finding some real friends (we've mostly drifted apart), finding one really awesome nerd-friend who befriended me over hearing Final Fantasy jargon in the hallway, totally lifts bro, and is off doing Marine things in the Marines right now, and a bunch of other side stories. But we aren't here for those. We're here for her.

She was, to be blunt, not the best looking girl in the class. If I had to objectify her, she'd probably be a solid seven. She was one of the quiet girls. Didn't talk much, really good grades. She participated in the school athletics program, and was actually very good, but she wasn't some jock chick. She kept away from the limelight as much as she could. She didn't like the attention. She had a wide forehead, a small nose, a slim figure, and straight red hair that she usually wore down to her shoulders. Most people would have been uncharitable and called her unattractive. I thought she was cute.
#111 to #110 - lordraine ONLINE (01/11/2013) [-]
I remember exactly how it was that we met. I was reading some fantasy book during a free period, and saw her reading something. I asked her what it was. She told me. And then, seeing what I was reading, and that we had similar interests, she asked if I wanted to borrow it when she was done. I did, and that's how I came to read Ender's Game for the first time.

We talked more. We traded books more. We laughed, and opened up to each other. Her favorite movie of all time was Empire Strikes Back. She had signed up to go on a mission trip to New Zealand at the end of her senior year, specifically because it was where they were filming the Lord of the Rings movies.

I wasn't someone the local bullies wanted to pick on, but my experience with girls was incredibly limited. I eventually worked up the courage, asked her to be my girlfriend.

She turned me down. She looked sad when she did. She said she already had one. I met him, once, when I went out to her car one day to trade some books with her. He was a Jock, capital J. Not from our school. His name was Mike. He was cold with me, and abrupt with her. That was around the middle of our time in Freshman year.

We kept writing. Come to find out, her boyfriend was abusive. He insulted her, abused her, hit her sometimes. He even went so far as to pressure her into sex, which she managed to turn down.
#112 to #111 - lordraine ONLINE (01/11/2013) [-]
She dumped him. We wrote back and forth about it a lot. She desperately needed a shoulder to cry on, and I was more than willing to give her mine. I don't know all the details. I didn't pressure her to find out. But I did tell her that I liked her a lot, and that even though she probably didn't want a boyfriend again so soon, I'd be more than happy to be that guy. She seemed to really like that idea, and said she would think about it. She thanked me for being so kind and supportive. She even offered to go further than hugging and writing to each other, but I turned her down. I didn’t want to take advantage of her like that, and told her as much. It was around this time that I made a Facebook page at her request. I didn't really want it, and never used it for anything, but she used the site a lot, and wanted to be able to use it to keep in contact with me when she left.

That was in senior year.

Highschool ended. College began. She went on her mission trip, and we kept writing. We kept in contact constantly through e-mail. She sent me pictures of the places she was visiting, the people she was meeting. The things she was doing. We were obviously in different time zones, and running completely different schedules, but we still managed to write each other every other day. Sometimes more frequently than that.

Eventually, she came home. We met up. She looked very much the same from when I last saw her, but her skin was less pale, her eyes brighter. She had put on a bit of weight. Her hair was longer. And it looked like something heavy had been lifted from her shoulders. Most people still would have called her unattractive. I thought she was beautiful.
#113 to #112 - lordraine ONLINE (01/11/2013) [-]
She managed to graduate college with flying colors, while I was working hard at holding down multiple jobs, trying to become as independent as I possibly could from my parents. We kept constant communication throughout. She wanted to go see the world. France, Italy, Spain, the United Kingdom. I encouraged her. She went on a whirlwind tour of Europe. She loved everything she saw, but especially Italy. We had found yet more common ground years earlier in Italian food. She couldn't stop talking about how much she wished I was there.

This went on, and the months flew by, and before I knew it, I was graduating college myself, my professor congratulating me on my thesis paper.

She's back in the United States by this point. She still wants to see new things. She moved away from where I live, where we both used to live, towards the interior. She lived on a cattle ranch for a time, as a tenant of an elderly couple. She sent me pictures of the horses. She learned to ride. She became very good at it. I encouraged her all the way.

It was around this time that I realized it. I was in love. Well and truly in love. It wasn't some sudden thunderbolt out of the sky. It wasn't some grand revelation. I simply realized that this girl was the one for me. We liked each other. We'd been through hell together. I'd been saving up money for years to buy a house of my own, a house with room for a family. And when I tried to imagine what that family would look like, the faces were always blank. Until I thought of her. And then no one else's face would do.
#114 to #113 - lordraine ONLINE (01/11/2013) [-]
We were still writing. I wrote to her, told her I loved her, with all my heart. I invited her back home. The Hobbit would be coming out soon, and I told her we could see it together. It would be my treat. She agreed enthusiastically, thrilled at the idea. What I didn't tell her were the dinner reservations I had made at a restaurant of the sort where you need reservations to get in at all. An Italian restaurant. And I had saved up enough money for a brand new car, but spent it on a very special gift for her.

We keep writing, but suddenly, one day, she doesn't get back to me. I'm surprised, but unconcerned. We're both adults now. We have lives to live. I'm sure she's just busy, or maybe her internet is down. It's fine. Nothing unusual. I can wait.

So I wait. And wait. And wait.

She doesn't get back to me. Days turn into weeks. Finally, after over a month of not hearing from her, I've become really concerned. It's never taken this long, a week at the very outside. Is she hurt? In the hospital? Did something terrible happen? I go to my Facebook page for the first time in years, which was as empty as it always is, and try to find her wall to see if any of her friends know what is happening.

She isn't there. At first, I think it's because they changed the format of Facebook. Maybe I'm just not seeing the buttons I need to push. Did my account get reset somehow? I'm listed as having no friends.

Starting to get 'very' worried, I use the Facebook search to search for her. Nothing. Zip. Nada. No pings. I double check her last name, just to be completely sure I spelled it right, even though it's not a difficult name, and I'm sure I didn't get it wrong. No, I spelled it right. She's just not there.
#115 to #114 - lordraine ONLINE (01/11/2013) [-]
Extremely concerned now, I'm about to give up, when something in the search engine catches my eye. The way it's set up, a person's profile picture appears next to their name. The person in the first non-exact result looks familiar. In fact, even though it's shrunk, and we haven't seen each other in person in several years, it looks almost exactly like her, even though the name is completely wrong.

I click on it.

It's her.

I scroll down to her comments, and see nothing but a deluge of well-wishers congratulating her on her recent marriage.

She had gotten married the week before, to a guy she's known for less than a month. They eloped, together, on the other side of the United States, hundreds of miles away from her family. Hundreds of miles away from me.

I don't know what to feel. I'm in shock. I start to write her an e-mail, but stop. Then I start again, but delete the second one as well. Finally, after two days, I write her a short and simple message, deliberately and painstakingly bleached of emotion, asking her what was going on, and mentioning that I visited her Facebook page and saw that she was married.

Her replay was slightly wordier than mine, and the tone was much colder. The general gist: yes, I am married now. We love each other very much. I'm sorry I didn't write to you sooner. I have things to do. Goodbye.

I replied to her e-mail wishing her all the best in the world, and that I hope she has a good life. I asked if we could still be friends.

She never replied.

That was the last I ever heard from her. I've gone out of my way to not check up on her. I don't want to know, don't 'need' to know.
#116 to #115 - lordraine ONLINE (01/11/2013) [-]
I used the tickets I had bought to treat my father to the movies. We were both heavy moviegoers, and it was nice to be the one paying for everything for a change, instead of the other way around. We both enjoyed The Hobbit immensely, but my enjoyment was slightly less so, because I could not help but think of her as we watched it. I cancelled the expensive dinner reservations. And I still have the diamond promise ring I was going to give her, hand-wrapped and tied with ribbon, in the bottom of a spare sock drawer I haven't opened since.

That's the story of how my girlfriend got married behind my back, and I only found out about it from Facebook.

That's the story of how the number of my very best friends in real life and in a galaxy far, far away went from two, to only one.

I'd worry about the last one more, but he dumped everything into DEX and has Improved Evasion, so I doubt some ******* terrorist is going to catch him flat-footed. He's crazy, but like a fox. I'm sure he'll be fine. And when he gets back from his tour, maybe I'll offer for him to crash with me for awhile. Introduce him to Skyrim, and all the manga and manhwa he's missed. That sort of thing.

After all, my house is more than big enough for two.
#170 to #116 - zamka ONLINE (08/12/2013) [-]
Aww man, I can't imagine how hard you're feeling, but all I should say that you should move on with your life, I promise you that one day you'll find the perfect one for you, but **** dude if the one she got married was her ex-boyfriend then this **** is cray!!
User avatar #165 to #116 - doodogger (01/14/2013) [-]
Holy hell this could make an amazing movie/novel.
#162 to #116 - anonymous (01/12/2013) [-]
I am but a mere anon in here, for I cannot bring myself to make an account (in fear of losing myself to FJ forever), but this... this really... hit me in the face with feels Q_Q How could anyone do such a thing?? And not even tell about it?? Even in the brief visit to the friendzone, your 'ship was all good and floating and DANCING on the ******* waves! As a woman myself, I am facepalming here at that lady's blindness. Why can't some people see what is right in front of you!?
User avatar #144 to #116 - defeats (01/11/2013) [-]
Well that sucks, but I take it you guys were never actually together?
#138 to #116 - whitenail (01/11/2013) [-]
User avatar #143 to #138 - defeats (01/11/2013) [-]
Oops, didn't mean to reply to you...
User avatar #142 to #138 - defeats (01/11/2013) [-]
Well that sucks, but I take it you guys were never actually together?
User avatar #137 to #116 - happypancake (01/11/2013) [-]
Arwh **** . Feels, man. It's weird, I keep hearing that redhead chicks are bitches, but somehow I hoped for better when I was reading your story.
I really hope you meet someone worthwhile sometime. It might not happen soon, but you scars will heal eventually.
#121 to #116 - anonymous (01/11/2013) [-]
this is probably the saddest thing i have read in a while... im sorry she could be this cold and heartless. i too know how it feels like to get stabbed like that.
#109 - nodatthebird (01/11/2013) [-]
most girls aren't like this, in the way most guys aren't douche bags. I don't understand cheating, you only cheat if you're not happy with the relationship so why are you in the relationship anyway.
But from reading the comments it seems like all you guys are perfect people who've never done wrong and all the girls you've dated are sneaky whores.
User avatar #128 to #109 - defeats (01/11/2013) [-]
"But from reading the comments it seems like all you guys are perfect people who've never done wrong and all the girls you've dated are sneaky whores."

Yes, I also got this feeling from the comments... And I agree, people only cheat when they aren't entirely happy in their relationship, and the fact that everyone thinks they were doing everything right and thinks themselves amazing boyfriends/girlfriends gives me the opposite impression.
Despite that, the person who cheated will always be one "in the wrong".

The other funny thing is, people are all saying how they were amazing devoted boyfriends, and on the next content they'll be saying how they play games 24/7...
User avatar #108 - viscerys (01/11/2013) [-]
I've never had a girlfriend because I'm too nervous to go up and ask a girl out. No more to it.
User avatar #145 to #108 - defeats (01/11/2013) [-]
Even for those people who have had many many girlfriends there are some girls that you can be too nervous to ask out.
But you have to think hard, will you lose out more if you ask and she says no, or if you never ask? Because those are the worst outcomes.
User avatar #124 to #108 - darcandkharg (01/11/2013) [-]
Happens to all of us, don't worry man, it'll happen. Most of the time though, ya just gotta go for it, don't worry if it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen for all of us sometimes. If its gonna work out, it'll work out, keep your head up.
User avatar #105 - ASDLSD (01/11/2013) [-]
Listening to Paper wings as reading this, feels weird.
User avatar #106 to #105 - ASDLSD (01/11/2013) [-]
A song by Rise Against
User avatar #102 - tonytails (01/11/2013) [-]
well yeah, but i think it hurt more when my girl left me... for a girl.
her best friend.

she didnt even leave me, her friend pressured her into going out with her, and i just had to let her go because i knew shed be happier...

#101 - trevorsta (01/11/2013) [-]
a few months later...
User avatar #146 to #101 - defeats (01/11/2013) [-]
Dang Matt, do you even lift?
#94 - helenwheels (01/11/2013) [-]
The comment section- "We are all the most amazing people in the universe, we're nice sweet, kind, goodhearted, smart, every womans dream. Women on the other hand are spoiled selfish **** maggots, there is only ever one side to the story and every girl whos ever dated me is a **** . BUT I'M SO ******* NICE!"
User avatar #98 to #94 - isitlola (01/11/2013) [-]
Oh, hey, I found the star of the comic!
User avatar #99 to #98 - helenwheels (01/11/2013) [-]
I suppose you think you're terribly clever.
User avatar #100 to #99 - isitlola (01/11/2013) [-]
I suppose you actually took offense to that.
User avatar #103 to #100 - helenwheels (01/11/2013) [-]
No I didn't, if I did I would think you were clever.
What makes you think I've ever even had a relationship? My comment is based on being an observer, friends bitch to me and they always say the same things being said in the comments.
User avatar #95 to #94 - sixfivefourtwoone ONLINE (01/11/2013) [-]
Does it count if I say that I treated my most recent ex like a goddess and devoted my whole life to her for 10 months until she went behind my back to see her ex then dump me for him and even after that I still let her live with me and did everything I could to help her just because I love her even though she threw me away in the course of 2 weeks?
User avatar #130 to #95 - defeats (01/11/2013) [-]
Would it help if I told you that in order for her to cheat and leave you like that, she couldn't have been happy with you.
#97 to #95 - helenwheels (01/11/2013) [-]
I see, If you would just direct your attention to the comments you'll see that story has been shared a thousand times.

As though a man never dumped a perfectly good girlfriend, sometimes things just aren't meant to work out and it sucks on both sides of the fence.
User avatar #96 to #95 - satrenkotheone (01/11/2013) [-]
Nothing is ever enough!
#92 - myrupsaple (01/11/2013) [-]
I've had one girlfriend who I got to know over a summer, and this was a long distance relationship. At first it was all nice and I would stay up until 7 in the morning talking to her over skype until I fall asleep. She eventually talks to me about her exes and says they were kinda forceful and she couldn't really bring out the courage to say no. About like a month later, she tells me she had sex with her most recent ex and came to me crying saying she felt really bad and everything. After some thought, I decide that I could let it go as it seemed like she was genuinely sorry. After a few months into the winter, she ends up breaking up with me because she was getting jealous that I was close friends with a girl I had known for longer and didn't like the way I was talking to her, and that she might still have feelings for her ex. It wasn't even that long of a relationship, but man, that **** made me go through all these feels I didn't know I could feel.
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#78 - scarytown (01/11/2013) [-]
I've only had 1 boyfriend. Lasted 3 years. He cheated on me and was going to keep doing it with the same girl, except I found out about it due to one of his friends sending me a text telling me all about it and about how he felt bad that my ex was doing this to me. My ex's reaction to my asking if this was true, was to call me a nosy slut and tell me that I was a depressing bitch and he had found someone who he was much happier with. Two weeks after our breakup, he called me to try and get me back together because the girl he left me for had dumped him for some other guy, but I was still really angry, as well as sad, at this point and told him that it wasn't going to happen. He got mad, called me worthless, and yelled at me, telling me that i was the reason his new girlfriend had left him. Apparently I had done my best to get in between them, when after the breakup, I severed all connections between us. I deleted his phone number and gave him back all of his stuff and everything. Threw away every picture I had of him. I just didn't want to think about him anymore.
User avatar #81 to #78 - johnconnorone (01/11/2013) [-]
i have a spare baseball bat if you need
#82 to #81 - scarytown (01/11/2013) [-]
No thanks. That was a while ago. From what his friends tell me, he's really gone downhill since then. apparently, I was lucky to get out when i did.
User avatar #83 to #82 - johnconnorone (01/11/2013) [-]
the guilt will hit eventually, then you realized how many girls you messed up and how your life is a hole you can never get out of.
User avatar #74 - pasiusquotum (01/11/2013) [-]
Might as well:

Now, I knew a girl, an asian [Vietnamese] that went to my school. Me and a friend of mine practically met her at the same time. She was a rather nice, qwerky type, but your typical American-Asian type asian, with dorky actions and obsession with Bruno Mars and the like; she liked to party, too — the kind of partying where you grind and touch ( =] ). But anyway.. I'm the type that's easy to get along with, right? So when I met her, we hit it off pretty well. Mind you, my friend also met her at the same time; this Christian Indian guy. Him being Christian has nothing really to do with it. Just, **** .

I couldn't get her attention.

I couldn't get her attention, basically. It seemed no matter what I had or did, he 1-up'ed me. My beat-up two seater '05 Chevy was nothing compared to his four-door 2010 Honda. My updated modern dress was nothing to his Nike sandels and button up sweaters, that **** .

Sorry, I'm digressing; I doubt anyone is reading this, but I just like venting my emotions. I feel like one of those depressed emo ***** I've grown to hate.

His closest friend and her closest friend were dating, so they were the two best-friends of a couple. Lol, ******* rediculous. Long story short, she began to like h~

Lol, **** it. I hate talking about myself, and thinking about it is ******* me off again.
User avatar #86 to #74 - zigzagderpaderp (01/11/2013) [-]
It's better if you talk about it. Keeping it bottled up inside just makes it worse.

Talk to us, anon.
#79 to #74 - scarytown (01/11/2013) [-]
Don't beat yourself up about it. We have emotions. there would be something wrong with you if you didn't have emotions, but I know that feeling of wishing i didnt have emotions so I wouldnt have to deal with heartbreak or sadness.
User avatar #73 - captainfuckitall (01/11/2013) [-]
I had a girlfriend for 4 and a half years, we were actually planning on getting married and moving in together (and hopefully having children), I eventually broke up with her because she wasn't who I fell in love with, she didn't respect me, she took everything I did for granted, she refused to compromise an inch on subjects we disagreed on, and I even suspect she was cheating on me, or at least flirting heavily behind my back. Later on I got scared because I was with her for so long and had all these plans with her so I asked her to take me back. It took 20 days for me to eventually ask for her back. About 10 days earlier she got a new boyfriend who was "like a breath of fresh air" and was "really happy with". I attempted to still be friends with her but she was always distant and emotionless, so I eventually broke down again. And while I was crying, asking her to take me back, she was sitting in her arrogant high chair, looking so smug and proud of herself, and constantly demeaning me and insulting me. Before seeing the situation was hopeless and leaving I simply said "I tried", to which she replied "Apparently not hard enough".

It took me 12 hours to get over her, and another 4 to realize I was better off without her. I realized I wasn't in love with her, I was in love with my memory's with her of when she was a better person, and of the future I WANTED to have with her. It's been about a month and while I haven't got a new girlfriend I have a friend with benefits, had my first threesome, invested nearly all my money, working toward my future, and spending more time doing everything I love, and I'm genuinely a nicer and happier person

A few days ago I sent her a message (as we live far away from eachother) about how dare she say I didn't try hard when I worked harder on that relationship than anything else in my life, and that the only failure in the relationship was her, and that I was much better off without her

I've never felt better in my life
User avatar #87 to #73 - zigzagderpaderp (01/11/2013) [-]
You did good bro. Proud of you. I had the same situation sophomore year in high school. The girl I was dating was so chill, and I loved her personality. But she changed. and eventually I realized that I was in love with her old self.
User avatar #88 to #87 - captainfuckitall (01/11/2013) [-]
Mhmm, it's always hardest when you see someone you used to love fall down a bad path, you always wonder if you could have done better or improved, but you just have to remember that you could have given her the world but it would do nothing if she didn't want it. As bad as it is, people change, often for the worse before they ever get better. But know that life is long and you CAN move on, life is amazing when you want it to be (and truly, usually the hardest part about breaking up in a long term relationship is that you're so used to it you don't know if you can do it alone. Rest assured you can)
User avatar #75 to #73 - kellbells (01/11/2013) [-]
I'm sorry about that dude, and I know it's hard when people change for the worst. Same thing happened to my ex, though not as drastic. Either way, you should be proud of yourself for moving forward and leading a better life. Sometimes things happen for a reason
User avatar #80 to #75 - captainfuckitall (01/11/2013) [-]
Mhmm, I totally agree. You just gotta focus on winning life first, then love with come and it will come far easier. Life is hard, but that doesn't mean it's not good. We'll get out of this
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