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’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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just cut for the second time ever (first was out of curiousity but now i think im slightly addicted) and ouchie what the fuckkkk why is my pain tolerence so low and even worse i get injections where i cut because im an autoimmune chud so im doubly fucked

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Piece it together event by event like a story if you can put the puzzle peices together says long strings are from memory hitting at different times and repeating text from email forwards: https://app.ardrive.io/#/drives/8f3853d8-d42b-44c8-9ef7-485e692a5d5e?name=KM&driveKey=ZKsBOqmaYJK73MdeVA11L5g1KBbk0eNdHHhyPe-4ygk

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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.

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Recently started cutting! Excuse tje baby cuts, I’m not ready to go deeper yet.

https://temp-image.com/jdZUvOJrHCivIIu

Attention please

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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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Hullo
I haven't slept in a while, feeling odd. Used to come here back in 06 I think? Been a while, good to see the board still kickin. I'm pretty sure this channel is new though.

What's grim about my life?
Here I am, aimlessly returning to a site I frequented as a teen 2 decades ago now. That's pretty grim.
My parents are dead, my career is in the gutter, my health is trash. My hair is falling out, I'm overweight, I'm addicted to porn. I still dunno how to talk to fucking ppl. I have periods where I pretend. For a couple of years I pulled myself together, fixed my chronic pain, fixed my bad habits, got fit, went back to school, got a new job, started dating around. Was considered a dependable, reliable, if odd, guy. But even that was just an act, like maybe this is an act took. Because I do believe we choose our own misery.

I look at myself in the mirror and I both love and hate myself, I see the vain things I like about myself, and the ever accumulating flaws of both age and my own personal failing in taking care of my health. Ngl, shit got rough 2 years ago. Had to take care of my dying dad while my own health suffered and all my girls dumped me for being a slut, lol (deserved). I did try to do the right thing in many situations, or maybe I just felt trapped by obligation. I knew my heart enough to know I had no choice, in caring for this dying man. And now he is passed and I should feel like more of a man, stepping up to the plate, but I just feel more like a fucking child and obsess over my own constant failures to pullyself together and have one productive day.

I see myself falling apart and I am just "checked out". I feel vacant, dissociated. Not real. In hell. I have chronic pain and it really shouldn't be too difficult to fix but I tear myself apart, my anxiety literally twists me into knots that destroy me. At the core, it may be that, I'm not sure j want to fix anything. Maybe there's some element of malingering. But more than that, I think, it's the nihilistic futility of it all. Lay down and die. I could get fit again, maybe. But I'm almost 40 now. I'll just decline. I'll just injure myself again in some trivial way that will detail my entire life again, and then I'll be 45 trying to pull myself together going through all this again, and I'll look at myself in the mirror and see myself even more alien than ever before. I could fix my hair. I could fly to Turkey and get a transplant tomorrow if I wanted, I have tbe means. But then more will fall out, and it will become an ongoing CHORE I have to do that will be, ultimately, futile.
I could fix my porn addiction. Abstain. I've held out for weeks, before. It really does make me feel so much better. But then, in the moment. Just like when I eat garbage. I don't care. I try so hard to con Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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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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Do you ever hate when you isolate yourself for so long, when you finally go outside, people look at your weird, like you commited a murder or, A federal criminal.