Edgar Anon Poe ## Admin ## 12/10/14(Sun)22:41 No. 1 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

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Yep, this is an actual board. Congratulations to you.. you sad, lonely individuals. I think the best way to describe this board is to just copy paste the post that inspired it's trip on to /777/:
"There's too much happiness on this site already. We need more cold stuff, more darkness and unhappiness.
I propose a /grim/ board. Where we gather to share jokes that aren't funny. Grim stuff like gore perhaps. Murder stories. Genocide. Results of war. Pictures of areas in the dark. Pictures of crumbling ruins. Pictures of thing that are decreasing in value or are stagnant in value in the sense that they cannot get any more undesired. Also, Nigrachan is obligatory."

Lets have a minor tweak of the rules from the /777/, version. This board is not for gore. Gore posters will be banned. It's just for generally miserable shit, just go with the stuff that is in the above quote and you should be fine. Any further rules will be made up as we go along if necessary and will be added to this post.

Go Wild.

To request future /777/s use this thread.

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I found Christ, now I want to spread the awareness everywhere possible, even on the internet. Is this imageboard open to Christ consciousness, if so I will spread the gospel here?

Jesus is our Lord God and he died on the cross to save us

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want to kill myself by jumping off a tall building in a few days. hope that fear doesn't get the better of me. my mental health has been shitty for many years but the situation that finally pushed me off the edge is really fucking stupid and embarrassing.

i entered university recently. fell in love with a guy from my group. he's a really interesting type, antifa skinhead who identifies as cossack instead of russian and is a cossack separatist. he's 2 years older than me, got kicked out of the previous university for a conflict with a professor. kind of a mysterious guy. the thing is, every time i fall in love i go completely off the rails. usually my life is filled with apathy and anxiety but romantic feelings give me an insane emotional boost and mood swings. i have an actual will to live, actual motivation to go to uni just so i can see him again.

i started doing creepy stalker shit: filming him behind his back, finding his old messages, some legal documents, names of his parents and siblings, approximate location of living (all that via internet. it didn't require much effort), sniffing his clothes and rummaging through his pockets, picking up trash after him, trying to find his hair on the floor. i stalked him in a "traditional" way only a few times, trying to see where he goes on breaks.

recently everyone in the group suddenly noticed me filming him. they approached me and told me to stop doing it and that the guy feels scared (imagining him scared paints a pretty cute picture in my mind, as awful as it sounds). the thing i've been afraid of the most for many years is public condemnation and ridicule. two months of studying hadn't even passed and i already fucked up big time. now everyone in my group knows i'm a disgusting creep. if i go to uni again i won't be able to look any of them in the eye. being near them and especially near him would be genuine torture.

that day i tried to drown myself in a pond but couldn't even get the water (mostly mud) past my knees because i'm a pussy bitch that can't handle discomfort. jumping off a tall building seems like a better way to commit suicide. feel free to recommend any other ones.

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What would you die for?
What is more important to you than your life?
God?
Government?
...
A Woman?

We all feel the pointlessness, and shallowness. Some ignore it or run from it or fight for or against it. I'm not here to judge. And I'm not here to fight.
But if we are unimportant, and everything else is unimportant, than what is important? Even if it's just to you

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I have been isolated and alone for so long I fell in love with my own character I created for a comic, and I have completely given up and leaned into it. can't do much about my isolation.

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Since I was a kid I was told that if I had sympathy towards gays, interacted with them, supported them in any way I would go to hell. My grandmothers drilled it into my head that if I were to be one myself I would be cut off completely, and god would hate me. I was also taught that if I didnt have sex with a man on the daily I would never be loved, and that it was normal to find intercourse incredibly painful (are you okay grandma?).
My upbringing made accepting being a lesbian exceptionally difficult. When I was younger I knew there was something different with me, but didnt want to accept it. I’ve have people calling me a faggot and a lesbo since the pandemic ended anyways. After trial and error I can say for certain I know what and who I am, and it has improved the view I have on my future. I’m in the process of joining my countries military and if all goes well I’m going to eventually settle down with a woman and have 2-3 adopted children, but I still harbor a lot of self hatred and uncertainty about it. Honestly, more because of my mother than my grandmother.

Since she was in highschool my mother has been troubled– 13+ mental illnesses, drug addict, always attempting or overdosing and sending my grandparents and I suicide texts. When I was 14 or 15 my grandfather sat me down and told me that soon I would need to take legal responsibility of her. She is an abusive (to her parents, typically not me) fool with NPD. I would like to clarify that mental illness (bipolar, schizophrenia) runs in the family, she made the choice to worsen herself with drugs and booze, even in the face of people who could help her. Shes recovered many times only to relapse again and again. Shes almost gotten both my grandparents killed a number of times with her selfish actions and lies, even while medicated. I had a painful amount of sympathy for her when I was younger which led to me having my own mental health struggles for a bit, but now her presence disgusts me.

Some time after I cut my hair I realized she was bisexual, and had female partners when she was my age. Ok, cool. The first time I went to visit her in the hospital with different hair she apparently loved it. And then she groped my ass and told me how big and sexy it was.
At that point it wasnt the first time a family member had done something like it. My grandmother used to grab my butt, and both my mother and my grandfather would make comments about my breasts and physique after I started developing. It also wasnt the first time she’d creeped on people my age at the time. She used to talk about how cute and sexy all the guys in my age range (14-16) were.
It started to get worse from there, though. My mother told a woman at the movie theatre that I was her girlfriend. Tried desperately to get me to sleep in her bed. Started talking more often about how hot and sexy I am. Started making sexual jokes about me and her while I was driving her around. I Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Today I realized, yes, despite my own delusional state of consciousness. There is infact no god.
It is delusional and anthropocentric as hell to believe that we are the center of all things. Crazy, look around, we clearly are not. This place isn't just in different. It fucking hates us.
Trying to kill us at every turn.

I have been a delusional retard for the last few months and probably suffer from some mental disorders related to schizophrenia.

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>social sciences destroyed religion
prove me wrong

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I’ve been two certain ways for awhile now, one a mixture of anger and numb, and sometimes as happy as can be, I’m not sure if I’m bipolar or whatever but I find that these two switch quite often, but it’ll be mostly one thing a week.

I cut sometimes, and I’m aware that many people post their cuts places like twt or Spotify apparently. However, both my twitter and Spotify accounts are all followed by people I know irl, and I have no desire to create new accounts and even less to let them know. Are there any sites or forums where I can post cuts that aren’t TOO gory? (I can’t handle gore for the life of me, besides for my own of course) and If so is there any point besides myself feeling better? Like is there anyone who gets off to looking at thigh cuts or whatever? I mean, I am a young Asian girl believe it or not, and I’m not that unattractive so that doesn’t seem too far off. Site recommendations are gladly welcome

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I’ve seen people opening up here, so I decided I could give it a try, too.

I’m 18, and honestly, looking back over these past 18 years, I can recall far more bad experiences than good ones. I don’t even know where to begin without sounding overly dramatic or melodramatic. I endured abuse at the hands of my family—both emotional and physical—at a very young age; it left me with irreversible scars, including a history of self-harm and even physical scars from the beatings I received. My parents were constantly fighting; my father used to hit my mother, and they both struggled with alcohol problems. I hate looking back on it, but nowadays my family treats me well—despite everything that happened in the past. I don't know if I suffer from any mental illness, as seeing a psychiatrist costs an amount of money that is currently beyond my means. Then again, my family has never been wealthy, or even middle-class. However, for several months at a time, I experience something akin to depression(or perhaps severe depression) then, for a month or two, everything feels fine—as if I’ve been cured—only for me to start feeling terrible all over again. I don’t feel like I want to live, even though I realize there is so much in life that I haven’t yet seen, so much that remains out of my reach. My whole life lies ahead of me, yet this fact offers me no hope. The realization that I will continue to suffer just as I am now, for years to come—is simply killing me. As I reflect on everything I’ve been through, I simply cannot understand what I did to deserve this—why I was literally born with life set to "hard mode," why I’ve had to endure so much. And even when things in my life finally take a turn for the better, I still suffer—tormented by my own stupid mind, and by this terrible body of mine that feels utterly weighed down by a crushing heaviness.

I have never had a relationship in real life, never been involved with a guy. I’ve had some experiences online, but nothing serious. I know I’m not ugly— I’m beautiful, everyone tells me so. Yet I don’t see it in myself. All I see is a mere slab of meat that is still breathing and trying to dress nicely, trying to live and function just like any other human being. I am sociable and charismatic (at least, that’s what people tell me) others perceive me as a cheerful person, but I don’t see myself that way at all. It feels as though there are a thousand worms inside me. When I’m alone and try to find joy in the little things to make myself feel better, I feel as though I’m pretending—even to myself. I hate my body. I hate my scars; I was so foolish when I made them, because I thought I would end my life anyway—so why bother worrying about my body? God, I’m only 18, yet I feel like I’m pushing 40. I’m so ashamed to be this way. Every birthday, I make my most cherished wish: to be happy. Unfortunately, miracles don’t happen Message too long. Click here to view the full text.