Lover of Sadness Root Description http://www.loverofsadness.net/LOS/images/square_logo.jpg Lover of Sadness http://www.loverofsadness.net/LOS/images/square_logo.jpg Mon, 19 Nov 2018 18:02:13 +0000 Zend_Feed_Writer 1.11.10 (http://framework.zend.com) http://www.loverofsadness.net Story: She made me happy by Davor
1 year passes by, I had trained so hard that I recevied multible injuries to my arms beacuse I had tranined recklessly. Then suddenly she calls me and wants to make things right. I gave her 3rd chance, because I was still madly in love with her. This time around she gave me a chance and we spended time together. I never felt happier in my entire life, even my depression was cured. She made me whole... But that only lasted for 1 month. Then she told me that she couldn't love me back for reasons still unknown to me to this day. She even didn't want to explain what the problem was. Then I snapped, mentally...

My heartbrokenness lasted for many months and I woudn't subside. I tried everything, I trained again but it wasn't enough; I drank alcohol, nothing; I tried dating, still didn't help. I felt in such deep depression, that my suicide instincs activated. Death would be answer to my pain...

I woudn't write this article if it wasn't for 6x times Mr. Olympia Dorian Yates. From watching him and his passion toward bodybuilding and the mindset of a serious warrior appealed to me. So I decided to dedicate my life to bodybuilding. I made every necesarry sacrafice in order to become the best at this sport. I cut off all of my relationships with my friends and family; I slept, ate and trained to such an extend, that surely, no definitely nobody could outwork me... And it really wasn't possible, because there was not a single thing more that could be done to this goal. But I have paid a great price for this. My source of willpower and dedication derived from rage and even worse, suicidal thoughts. Every single day of the year I wished to just... die, either from hardcore training or the diet or other factors included in this sport. It was matter of death or glory. During this time, I didn't think about her, not even once But still, the maddnes from my past was still inside of me present. I harnest this power for obssesion to do one thing right in my miserable life. My body was the result of my inner haterad toward life itself.

I was getting ready for a bodybuilding show and I noticed I started to miss her again. This bothered me during my cutting diet, because it distracted me from the daily routine. About 6 weeks before the show I was told that I was unable to compete because of lack of my insufficient funds (all already went to this sport) so I was unable to apply to the show and so all the spots were reserved by the others. I cried... I have lost everything again and more...

My perception of reality has broken down. I am beyond depression and suicidal thoughts. I am now emotionaly dead, all means nothing now. I am a victim of my past. Till this day I am trying to transend my past and become the person I was many years ago. But I cannot move on until I forgive myself and bury past memories, especially of her... Which still to this day bring smile on me.
Tags: True Story, Depression, Suicidal, Heartbroken, Lonely]]>
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1 year passes by, I had trained so hard that I recevied multible injuries to my arms beacuse I had tranined recklessly. Then suddenly she calls me and wants to make things right. I gave her 3rd chance, because I was still madly in love with her. This time around she gave me a chance and we spended time together. I never felt happier in my entire life, even my depression was cured. She made me whole... But that only lasted for 1 month. Then she told me that she couldn't love me back for reasons still unknown to me to this day. She even didn't want to explain what the problem was. Then I snapped, mentally...

My heartbrokenness lasted for many months and I woudn't subside. I tried everything, I trained again but it wasn't enough; I drank alcohol, nothing; I tried dating, still didn't help. I felt in such deep depression, that my suicide instincs activated. Death would be answer to my pain...

I woudn't write this article if it wasn't for 6x times Mr. Olympia Dorian Yates. From watching him and his passion toward bodybuilding and the mindset of a serious warrior appealed to me. So I decided to dedicate my life to bodybuilding. I made every necesarry sacrafice in order to become the best at this sport. I cut off all of my relationships with my friends and family; I slept, ate and trained to such an extend, that surely, no definitely nobody could outwork me... And it really wasn't possible, because there was not a single thing more that could be done to this goal. But I have paid a great price for this. My source of willpower and dedication derived from rage and even worse, suicidal thoughts. Every single day of the year I wished to just... die, either from hardcore training or the diet or other factors included in this sport. It was matter of death or glory. During this time, I didn't think about her, not even once But still, the maddnes from my past was still inside of me present. I harnest this power for obssesion to do one thing right in my miserable life. My body was the result of my inner haterad toward life itself.

I was getting ready for a bodybuilding show and I noticed I started to miss her again. This bothered me during my cutting diet, because it distracted me from the daily routine. About 6 weeks before the show I was told that I was unable to compete because of lack of my insufficient funds (all already went to this sport) so I was unable to apply to the show and so all the spots were reserved by the others. I cried... I have lost everything again and more...

My perception of reality has broken down. I am beyond depression and suicidal thoughts. I am now emotionaly dead, all means nothing now. I am a victim of my past. Till this day I am trying to transend my past and become the person I was many years ago. But I cannot move on until I forgive myself and bury past memories, especially of her... Which still to this day bring smile on me.
Tags: True Story, Depression, Suicidal, Heartbroken, Lonely]]>
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Poem: Version 2 by Micha-chu! Here we go again.
When i said i will stop feelin'
Yet here i am again fallin'.

Ink, paper and a pen
A thing we never begin
And love is something we wouldn't want starting
But my heart just cant stop beating.

Ink, paper and a pen
What should i do, is this the right thing?
He smiles and i just cant stop resisting
Im just afraid that he wouldn't feel the same thing.

Ink, paper and a pen
I want to tell myself "stop dreaming"
I should drop, but he's so captivating
And i know i should stop before it starts hurting.
Tags: Love Poem]]>
Mon, 03 Sep 2018 05:45:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/vt2aAqOs3io/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3888 Here we go again.
When i said i will stop feelin'
Yet here i am again fallin'.

Ink, paper and a pen
A thing we never begin
And love is something we wouldn't want starting
But my heart just cant stop beating.

Ink, paper and a pen
What should i do, is this the right thing?
He smiles and i just cant stop resisting
Im just afraid that he wouldn't feel the same thing.

Ink, paper and a pen
I want to tell myself "stop dreaming"
I should drop, but he's so captivating
And i know i should stop before it starts hurting.
Tags: Love Poem]]>
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Story: London love story by dawood
She was a beautiful girl , just like i always dreamt . I told her later too that she was my dream girl . The messenger texts turned into phone calls and phone calls turned into video calls. The night seemed to pass by in mins while talking to her on phone and then the normal schedule continued the rest of the day . She would call before exams and give good luck kisses which i believed to work somehow. Well she lived in a different country so 5 months into talking i flew to her country of residence and we met . It felt like an achievement . Just there I saw a fast food restaurant and couldn't stop the hunger i had for her and the burger . We ate and we kissed and full blown affair started . i was with her for an entire month after extending my return ticket and it was marvelous. I got back to my foreign country and I was out of school that semester because of the trip i made to her . Vowing to take summer classes and get back in full action mode of studies. I had left a good old friend in her country of residence( texas holdem- NL poker ) and it was very kind to me there . i quickly made an online account on a site that turned out to be full of scams . In meantime while trying to get rich quick i dedicated my time to the game including some pot(wee) and liquor occasionally.

Those 5 months were nothing short of misery because i had lost all my money or let me call it gambled away ($30k) . I return back to school and there was no way i was studying here , i said . i was missing her and was brain fogged. I went into severe depression and after a night of drinking i called family back home to send me one way ticket to my mother country or homeland( Pak) . i was home after a year and half and was delighted to see family. Much to my notice they were not proud of what i had made of myself . Little did they know about my affair and the trip i took to hers . Well luck struck to my side and i convinced family to send me to study to her country of residence .
Dream come true for me . We finally met after a year and could not be more happy to see each other . i was in that country for a year and managed to fail my last semester . You heard it right , i did not graduate and left 2 courses failed . I found this out when i was back home to my country of residence assuming i will be celebrating my graduation via degree mailed . Nothing went according to plan . i got a job at a bank, hardly paying any money and she and i were full blown to get married the current year. Since we belonged to the same racial and ethnic background she convinced her mom to visit my country (also hers but they were expatriates) .Our families met and the first time i realised my family wasn't that simple that i always assumed they were . There were a lot of ups and down while her visit lasted and finally her mom decided not to get us married . In few days she got engaged to another man in my country , obviously arranged by her parents . i had completely lost it by then and was on substance abuse . we met one last time after she got engaged and it was over . She flew back to her country of residence and i stayed at mine . i had lost it . Full blown substance abuse , alcohol and cigarettes . i had nearly lost 40 pounds in 2 months . While i was suffering with my breakup , the heart was still in denial . She called me to ask how i was and i couldn't stop crying over the phone . In meantime my alcohol abuse had led me to be very violent and getting into a lot of trouble . I was regularly getting into bloody fights and beating people even with the shortest eye balling . i needed help and my parents realised it . My family took me to a well established psychiatrist who diagnosed me to be bipolar . He put me on medications for three months after my parents rejected the idea of leaving me in the psychiatric ward . Mostly i used to sleep and take medications and eat and sleep and smoke cigarettes . Longest time i had not touched alcohol or any sleeping pill. Months passed by and i was getting better while talking to my ex gf over the phone occasionally. My father wanted me to settle down and he decided to invest in a food venture that i can take care of . IT took us 6 months to construct the diner and we launched it full blown . i was gifted a luxurious car , top of the line and i could not be more happier . The business was running and i was making money .Few months down the line i was talking to my ex and she said that i won't hear from her for a few days as she going out of the country . It was the third day when i had not talked to her and i received a call from a familiar number. It was her and she was in my country . we quickly met in an hour and i was at her home by that night for a meet and greet . we talked on her green lawn (inside her house, yes she still owns a house in my country ). I dont know how but i randomly started taking pictures with her to which she opposed . i was out to my home that night and insisted on meeting her again . Little did i know she was there to finalise her wedding dresses and prepare for a full blown wedding festival ( some cultures have multiple parties for a wedding). I got drunk the other night and went outside her house and kept banging her door since she would not open . She came outside her front door still behind her fenced gate with extreme nerves and she said “ go from here , i am a married women now” . My heart shattered , tears started pouring because i still thought she would break the engagement and marry me. Well i requested her to shake my hand one last time from behind the fenced gate to which she harshly rejected and asked me to leave . i left and went home , told everything to my mother and cried my balls out .( not good when you are drunk and in love , either cry with rage or fight). I got extremely upset and decided to not care anymore and go for a vacation to another country where my cousin/brother lived. Before i left i sent all her texts of the current trip with the pictures i took at her house to her fiance , hoping to make her look bad . i flew to my cousin and within days i am enjoying my life again. I get a text from her fiance “ handle your bitch “.That day Someone called me and said their engagement got called off and i was the happiest person alive . i still cherish that day . she emailed me after a few days while i was with my cousin enjoying my life out and once again we started talking . I go back to my country of residence and start plans to sell the business since we were moving to United states of America. Now it is 2013 going to 2014 . I currently live here. I don't know how to say but she had few siblings all living in states and in the same city as i was gonna live in . We started talking while i was in states and she decided to see her siblings and of course me . Life is good again . we meet and express our love to each other and she meets my parents again with a commitment to get married soon . Now she has left states and i am wanting to go to her country of residence to get married to her . In all those times of substance abuse and alcohol , i had developed a severe anemia and anxiety problems . topping on the ice was i had no health insurance . After she left states i was destined to go to her country with my mom and do the wedding in a traditional but simple way . The twist came when one night i went out and enjoyed myself only to realise i broke both my feets while jumping from a gate to the pool . I was bedridden for two months and all the bills were accumulating . I had left my job and was drinking heavily again . she was frustrated and cries everytime she called . I was not giving attention to her and she seemed to notice it . She called my parents and asked about our wedding to which my mom had a very cold reply and my ex took it offensively . Her mom called my mom the next day and rejected the proposal again and said they were not interested anymore. I tried contacting her but she was cold , so cold that i had not seen her like that before. She wanted to forget me . In a few days after my fail attempts of getting her back , my aunt called to let me know that she was getting married to another guy in states and in the same city i lived in . I could not believe my destiny . I immediately booked air tickets to her country of residence to meet her and was to fly the next day . I mistakenly sent her the air ticket pictures . As i got ready to leave and waited for my ride to the airport someone called me . It was her father . He insisted not to come and that their decision was not gonna change. I was stubborn and did not want to listen but then something occurred to me that she might not even be in that country . She might be in states , very close to where i lived , lived her siblings as well . I called and canceled my air tickets and hotel reservations , left the bag and came back in to my house . I think i had accepted defeat by then , not on face but in heart. In matter of time i saw her facebook and she was engaged to the guy . In a matter of days she was religiously her bride now . Everything shattered, it hurt real bad . It was me and my old friend again (alcohol). Drinking myself to death .

I travelled back to homeland after a year to visit extended family . I heard she has a baby now . I am writing this story after 3 years of the date it happened and even though we live in same city i never ran close by her . I changed my life , at least tried to in these 3 years . I got in good shape , good career , no smoking and rarely i meet with my old friend now . I am 30 years old now . it all started when i was 21 and it ended when i was 27 . I am not blaming anything on her but life has given me many lessons . If you love someone and truly want to be with them , pursue them aggressively or leave the blanks open for someone else . This scar might never go away and truly i don't want it to go away . it always make me realise how not to make stupid life decisions. I have dated several girls after her but i am unable to fall in love with anyone( i dated girls that were 9 or more so 10). In the end I would like to dedicated a poem to her. It is not original and i have changed some words of it .

If tears could make a stairway and memory a lane
I would walk up to you and bring you home again

No GOODBYES said , No farewells were made
I don't know why but you were gone before i knew it

My heart still aches with pain and silent tears flow
No one can ever know , in how much suffering i still glowed

If we meet again in the run of life , i shall stare you until the end of time
Life is temporary, the real beginnings are on the other side!
Left by god , loved by you , i swear to be crucified once again for you .


Lots of love !
I have not named the country where i was studying but the two other can be guessed.
Tags: Hurt, Unloved]]>
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She was a beautiful girl , just like i always dreamt . I told her later too that she was my dream girl . The messenger texts turned into phone calls and phone calls turned into video calls. The night seemed to pass by in mins while talking to her on phone and then the normal schedule continued the rest of the day . She would call before exams and give good luck kisses which i believed to work somehow. Well she lived in a different country so 5 months into talking i flew to her country of residence and we met . It felt like an achievement . Just there I saw a fast food restaurant and couldn't stop the hunger i had for her and the burger . We ate and we kissed and full blown affair started . i was with her for an entire month after extending my return ticket and it was marvelous. I got back to my foreign country and I was out of school that semester because of the trip i made to her . Vowing to take summer classes and get back in full action mode of studies. I had left a good old friend in her country of residence( texas holdem- NL poker ) and it was very kind to me there . i quickly made an online account on a site that turned out to be full of scams . In meantime while trying to get rich quick i dedicated my time to the game including some pot(wee) and liquor occasionally.

Those 5 months were nothing short of misery because i had lost all my money or let me call it gambled away ($30k) . I return back to school and there was no way i was studying here , i said . i was missing her and was brain fogged. I went into severe depression and after a night of drinking i called family back home to send me one way ticket to my mother country or homeland( Pak) . i was home after a year and half and was delighted to see family. Much to my notice they were not proud of what i had made of myself . Little did they know about my affair and the trip i took to hers . Well luck struck to my side and i convinced family to send me to study to her country of residence .
Dream come true for me . We finally met after a year and could not be more happy to see each other . i was in that country for a year and managed to fail my last semester . You heard it right , i did not graduate and left 2 courses failed . I found this out when i was back home to my country of residence assuming i will be celebrating my graduation via degree mailed . Nothing went according to plan . i got a job at a bank, hardly paying any money and she and i were full blown to get married the current year. Since we belonged to the same racial and ethnic background she convinced her mom to visit my country (also hers but they were expatriates) .Our families met and the first time i realised my family wasn't that simple that i always assumed they were . There were a lot of ups and down while her visit lasted and finally her mom decided not to get us married . In few days she got engaged to another man in my country , obviously arranged by her parents . i had completely lost it by then and was on substance abuse . we met one last time after she got engaged and it was over . She flew back to her country of residence and i stayed at mine . i had lost it . Full blown substance abuse , alcohol and cigarettes . i had nearly lost 40 pounds in 2 months . While i was suffering with my breakup , the heart was still in denial . She called me to ask how i was and i couldn't stop crying over the phone . In meantime my alcohol abuse had led me to be very violent and getting into a lot of trouble . I was regularly getting into bloody fights and beating people even with the shortest eye balling . i needed help and my parents realised it . My family took me to a well established psychiatrist who diagnosed me to be bipolar . He put me on medications for three months after my parents rejected the idea of leaving me in the psychiatric ward . Mostly i used to sleep and take medications and eat and sleep and smoke cigarettes . Longest time i had not touched alcohol or any sleeping pill. Months passed by and i was getting better while talking to my ex gf over the phone occasionally. My father wanted me to settle down and he decided to invest in a food venture that i can take care of . IT took us 6 months to construct the diner and we launched it full blown . i was gifted a luxurious car , top of the line and i could not be more happier . The business was running and i was making money .Few months down the line i was talking to my ex and she said that i won't hear from her for a few days as she going out of the country . It was the third day when i had not talked to her and i received a call from a familiar number. It was her and she was in my country . we quickly met in an hour and i was at her home by that night for a meet and greet . we talked on her green lawn (inside her house, yes she still owns a house in my country ). I dont know how but i randomly started taking pictures with her to which she opposed . i was out to my home that night and insisted on meeting her again . Little did i know she was there to finalise her wedding dresses and prepare for a full blown wedding festival ( some cultures have multiple parties for a wedding). I got drunk the other night and went outside her house and kept banging her door since she would not open . She came outside her front door still behind her fenced gate with extreme nerves and she said “ go from here , i am a married women now” . My heart shattered , tears started pouring because i still thought she would break the engagement and marry me. Well i requested her to shake my hand one last time from behind the fenced gate to which she harshly rejected and asked me to leave . i left and went home , told everything to my mother and cried my balls out .( not good when you are drunk and in love , either cry with rage or fight). I got extremely upset and decided to not care anymore and go for a vacation to another country where my cousin/brother lived. Before i left i sent all her texts of the current trip with the pictures i took at her house to her fiance , hoping to make her look bad . i flew to my cousin and within days i am enjoying my life again. I get a text from her fiance “ handle your bitch “.That day Someone called me and said their engagement got called off and i was the happiest person alive . i still cherish that day . she emailed me after a few days while i was with my cousin enjoying my life out and once again we started talking . I go back to my country of residence and start plans to sell the business since we were moving to United states of America. Now it is 2013 going to 2014 . I currently live here. I don't know how to say but she had few siblings all living in states and in the same city as i was gonna live in . We started talking while i was in states and she decided to see her siblings and of course me . Life is good again . we meet and express our love to each other and she meets my parents again with a commitment to get married soon . Now she has left states and i am wanting to go to her country of residence to get married to her . In all those times of substance abuse and alcohol , i had developed a severe anemia and anxiety problems . topping on the ice was i had no health insurance . After she left states i was destined to go to her country with my mom and do the wedding in a traditional but simple way . The twist came when one night i went out and enjoyed myself only to realise i broke both my feets while jumping from a gate to the pool . I was bedridden for two months and all the bills were accumulating . I had left my job and was drinking heavily again . she was frustrated and cries everytime she called . I was not giving attention to her and she seemed to notice it . She called my parents and asked about our wedding to which my mom had a very cold reply and my ex took it offensively . Her mom called my mom the next day and rejected the proposal again and said they were not interested anymore. I tried contacting her but she was cold , so cold that i had not seen her like that before. She wanted to forget me . In a few days after my fail attempts of getting her back , my aunt called to let me know that she was getting married to another guy in states and in the same city i lived in . I could not believe my destiny . I immediately booked air tickets to her country of residence to meet her and was to fly the next day . I mistakenly sent her the air ticket pictures . As i got ready to leave and waited for my ride to the airport someone called me . It was her father . He insisted not to come and that their decision was not gonna change. I was stubborn and did not want to listen but then something occurred to me that she might not even be in that country . She might be in states , very close to where i lived , lived her siblings as well . I called and canceled my air tickets and hotel reservations , left the bag and came back in to my house . I think i had accepted defeat by then , not on face but in heart. In matter of time i saw her facebook and she was engaged to the guy . In a matter of days she was religiously her bride now . Everything shattered, it hurt real bad . It was me and my old friend again (alcohol). Drinking myself to death .

I travelled back to homeland after a year to visit extended family . I heard she has a baby now . I am writing this story after 3 years of the date it happened and even though we live in same city i never ran close by her . I changed my life , at least tried to in these 3 years . I got in good shape , good career , no smoking and rarely i meet with my old friend now . I am 30 years old now . it all started when i was 21 and it ended when i was 27 . I am not blaming anything on her but life has given me many lessons . If you love someone and truly want to be with them , pursue them aggressively or leave the blanks open for someone else . This scar might never go away and truly i don't want it to go away . it always make me realise how not to make stupid life decisions. I have dated several girls after her but i am unable to fall in love with anyone( i dated girls that were 9 or more so 10). In the end I would like to dedicated a poem to her. It is not original and i have changed some words of it .

If tears could make a stairway and memory a lane
I would walk up to you and bring you home again

No GOODBYES said , No farewells were made
I don't know why but you were gone before i knew it

My heart still aches with pain and silent tears flow
No one can ever know , in how much suffering i still glowed

If we meet again in the run of life , i shall stare you until the end of time
Life is temporary, the real beginnings are on the other side!
Left by god , loved by you , i swear to be crucified once again for you .


Lots of love !
I have not named the country where i was studying but the two other can be guessed.
Tags: Hurt, Unloved]]>
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Poem: Quit by Someone To the world, that's a lie
You have never loved me and you know it
The only thing you ever have given me is shit

I finally decided to quit
Quit hoping for a better day
Quit living for you to say
"I see all your scars,
and I know who you are.

You are a young girl who doesn't see a reason to keep going,
But baby, you are surronded by loving.
Keep fighting and you will find out,
That not all the lights are out."
Tags: Quit]]>
Sun, 02 Sep 2018 05:40:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/hKvpc_b9258/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3887 To the world, that's a lie
You have never loved me and you know it
The only thing you ever have given me is shit

I finally decided to quit
Quit hoping for a better day
Quit living for you to say
"I see all your scars,
and I know who you are.

You are a young girl who doesn't see a reason to keep going,
But baby, you are surronded by loving.
Keep fighting and you will find out,
That not all the lights are out."
Tags: Quit]]>
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Story: Summer of Sadness by PulpFiction
I had found out that him and his cousin only lived 3 hours away from where me and my friends were and we decided to all meet up. We debated on who was going where, whether my friend and I would travel down and stay at their place or they would come down here. We came to the conclusion of us going down there where they were. I was so excited to finally meet him, all the photos and phone calls got me to realize that I liked him more than a friend. He had luscious thick brown hair, smooth skin, and the perfect height that was similar to mine. I couldn't keep my mind off him the entire time I was packing and the 3 hour ride down.

When we finally arrived, I remember grabbing my bags and my friend and I walked into one of the guys house. After seeing my friend that I knew first, I continued to walk and found myself in front of him. My cheeks flushed, he was everything I expected. His grin never seized to amaze me, it would appear every time we made eye contact as if he was trying to smile, but wanted to hide it from the others. We didn't want the others knowing what was happening cause the friend that lived near me was a close friend that I've known since freshman year. He was quite the friend, but also judgmental. Men have a tendency to lack emotions, especially this one. So with whatever time the boy and I had, i cherished it.

Sometimes we would all group in one bedroom and split off one by one to take turns taking showers or to go play video games. When I found myself in the bed with the guy, giggling and chatting away, he had scooted closer towards me. Inching his hand closer til he grabbed mine. Ive never done anything romantic before, I'm such a tomboy that i've never really thought about dating. But he made me feel special, as if he were different than my other friends. He gave me a fuzzy feeling in my chest to where it felt like butterflies. It was an indescribable feeling when our hands interlocked. As if our hands were puzzle piece that just fit. This was the beginning of the uprise in my heart.

We had done that a couple times throughout the trip. Sometimes if I'm in the front passenger seat and he's in the one behind me, he would sneak his hand through the sides and grab mine. When I went to go grab some clothes from my suit case, he came behind me and asked for a hug that I couldn't reject. It felt nice being hugged, his warmth made it comforting. His strong arms made me feel protected, and I didn't want it to end. I remember us going to an amusement park and when we were split from the others, he would grab my hand proudly so everyone knew I was his. I loved holding his hand, it felt right. Ive held other hands before but not like this, I couldn't get the image of our fingers intertwining out of my head.

For our last night we decided to go camping at a local campsite, and set up two tents. As the boys set them up, I played music and shined the flashlight where it was needed. I remember us planning on going to bed right away. My friend and I slept in one tent while the other two slept together. But they didn't want the night to end so they came in our tent so we could chat and laugh. When the boy came in my tent, he crawled straight to me and turned around so he could lay his head on my lap. He asked me to comb through his hair which was his favorite feeling. My long nails softly caressing through his locks. I enjoyed it myself, but I had no idea I had so much love in me to give. I was even noticing myself changing. Im use to not caring and being tomboyish, but he brought out another side to me that others never have. As the music would play, the others would be talking while him and I were in our own little universe. He would look up at me upside down, gazing into my eyes as if nothing else existed. He asked me to rub his arms slowly and to sing to the music. I ended up siring him to sleep but he eventually had to wake up to go back to his other tent. Before he went to bed, he sent me a text telling me he loved me. Ive never know what love felt like or I was in love. I was so clueless that I couldn't say it back. I knew how I felt but I didn't know if it was that exact feeling.

The day came that my friend and I had to leave them, and it was upsetting. I hugged him one more time and walked to my car. I felt a rush of sadness rise, but I had to ignore it. As soon as I arrived back home, I then knew what love felt like. The distance between us made it harder and felt as if my heart was tightening. My ribcage was closing in on itself, collapsing my organs. I was thinking about calling him but decided it was too soon so I waited til the next morning. Had a long night, but the morning eventually came around. As I woke up thinking about him, I see a voicemail from him. I expected it to say how amazing the trip was for him and that he wanted to meet again, but the very first words I heard from him was "i'm sorry". He rambled about how I had scared him and made him feel so uncomfortable and how he didn't want to meet me. The further I went into the message, the harder it was for me to believe. He explained that he realized that we did things that would seem as if he had feelings for me, but didn't wish to continue it. At that moment I knew... he lead me on and blamed me. He made me feel it was ok to treat him with such passion and care. I had babied him and he even asked for more. It made me think that the "I love you" message was a lie. So many emotions rushed me at once and I didn't know what to think. I had just came back from a trip of hand holding, long hugs, and skin caressing. Now i'm being told that I'm creepy and uncomfortable to be around. Worst part is that he told everyone what had happened, which ruined my reputation in our friend group. People saw me as the stalker who can't take no for an answer.

I remember running to my room, balling my eyes out. I wanted to call him to sort it out and not call him at the same time. How could someone play me so hard and be ok with making me feel pathetic? It was the best, and worst summer of my life. To this day, I still think about him and how upset I was (and it's been a year). Sometimes I wonder if ill ever feel that connection again. I had to block him on everything in order to attempt to move on. But ill never forget the feeling of my heart being broken...
Tags: Broken Heart, Sadness, Depression, Love]]>
Wed, 01 Aug 2018 23:35:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/haiMu4yrh5M/sad_story.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_story.php?id=3455
I had found out that him and his cousin only lived 3 hours away from where me and my friends were and we decided to all meet up. We debated on who was going where, whether my friend and I would travel down and stay at their place or they would come down here. We came to the conclusion of us going down there where they were. I was so excited to finally meet him, all the photos and phone calls got me to realize that I liked him more than a friend. He had luscious thick brown hair, smooth skin, and the perfect height that was similar to mine. I couldn't keep my mind off him the entire time I was packing and the 3 hour ride down.

When we finally arrived, I remember grabbing my bags and my friend and I walked into one of the guys house. After seeing my friend that I knew first, I continued to walk and found myself in front of him. My cheeks flushed, he was everything I expected. His grin never seized to amaze me, it would appear every time we made eye contact as if he was trying to smile, but wanted to hide it from the others. We didn't want the others knowing what was happening cause the friend that lived near me was a close friend that I've known since freshman year. He was quite the friend, but also judgmental. Men have a tendency to lack emotions, especially this one. So with whatever time the boy and I had, i cherished it.

Sometimes we would all group in one bedroom and split off one by one to take turns taking showers or to go play video games. When I found myself in the bed with the guy, giggling and chatting away, he had scooted closer towards me. Inching his hand closer til he grabbed mine. Ive never done anything romantic before, I'm such a tomboy that i've never really thought about dating. But he made me feel special, as if he were different than my other friends. He gave me a fuzzy feeling in my chest to where it felt like butterflies. It was an indescribable feeling when our hands interlocked. As if our hands were puzzle piece that just fit. This was the beginning of the uprise in my heart.

We had done that a couple times throughout the trip. Sometimes if I'm in the front passenger seat and he's in the one behind me, he would sneak his hand through the sides and grab mine. When I went to go grab some clothes from my suit case, he came behind me and asked for a hug that I couldn't reject. It felt nice being hugged, his warmth made it comforting. His strong arms made me feel protected, and I didn't want it to end. I remember us going to an amusement park and when we were split from the others, he would grab my hand proudly so everyone knew I was his. I loved holding his hand, it felt right. Ive held other hands before but not like this, I couldn't get the image of our fingers intertwining out of my head.

For our last night we decided to go camping at a local campsite, and set up two tents. As the boys set them up, I played music and shined the flashlight where it was needed. I remember us planning on going to bed right away. My friend and I slept in one tent while the other two slept together. But they didn't want the night to end so they came in our tent so we could chat and laugh. When the boy came in my tent, he crawled straight to me and turned around so he could lay his head on my lap. He asked me to comb through his hair which was his favorite feeling. My long nails softly caressing through his locks. I enjoyed it myself, but I had no idea I had so much love in me to give. I was even noticing myself changing. Im use to not caring and being tomboyish, but he brought out another side to me that others never have. As the music would play, the others would be talking while him and I were in our own little universe. He would look up at me upside down, gazing into my eyes as if nothing else existed. He asked me to rub his arms slowly and to sing to the music. I ended up siring him to sleep but he eventually had to wake up to go back to his other tent. Before he went to bed, he sent me a text telling me he loved me. Ive never know what love felt like or I was in love. I was so clueless that I couldn't say it back. I knew how I felt but I didn't know if it was that exact feeling.

The day came that my friend and I had to leave them, and it was upsetting. I hugged him one more time and walked to my car. I felt a rush of sadness rise, but I had to ignore it. As soon as I arrived back home, I then knew what love felt like. The distance between us made it harder and felt as if my heart was tightening. My ribcage was closing in on itself, collapsing my organs. I was thinking about calling him but decided it was too soon so I waited til the next morning. Had a long night, but the morning eventually came around. As I woke up thinking about him, I see a voicemail from him. I expected it to say how amazing the trip was for him and that he wanted to meet again, but the very first words I heard from him was "i'm sorry". He rambled about how I had scared him and made him feel so uncomfortable and how he didn't want to meet me. The further I went into the message, the harder it was for me to believe. He explained that he realized that we did things that would seem as if he had feelings for me, but didn't wish to continue it. At that moment I knew... he lead me on and blamed me. He made me feel it was ok to treat him with such passion and care. I had babied him and he even asked for more. It made me think that the "I love you" message was a lie. So many emotions rushed me at once and I didn't know what to think. I had just came back from a trip of hand holding, long hugs, and skin caressing. Now i'm being told that I'm creepy and uncomfortable to be around. Worst part is that he told everyone what had happened, which ruined my reputation in our friend group. People saw me as the stalker who can't take no for an answer.

I remember running to my room, balling my eyes out. I wanted to call him to sort it out and not call him at the same time. How could someone play me so hard and be ok with making me feel pathetic? It was the best, and worst summer of my life. To this day, I still think about him and how upset I was (and it's been a year). Sometimes I wonder if ill ever feel that connection again. I had to block him on everything in order to attempt to move on. But ill never forget the feeling of my heart being broken...
Tags: Broken Heart, Sadness, Depression, Love]]>
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Story: Suicide story by Keeley
My life seemed normal to others, I was a 14-year-old boy who went to school and that was all they knew about me, but it’s not like they ever care as it’s the people in school that made me feel this way. I had one best friend and his name was Noah. Society tells you you’re not good enough that you are too ugly and that you don’t belong. However, society changes when you are dead, they suddenly care and act like they were a beneficial part of your life. But why should I care? I’ll be dead anyway.

My family moved to another country when I turned 12 years old. I found the move very difficult and really missed my old friends and family back in my home country. My parents kept moving to different states and towns and I had to go to four different high schools, which I found very hard. I was also really not getting along with my father and we were fighting a lot. I was always new at school and found it very hard to adjust and make new friends. An outcast, I was bullied and hardly had any friends.

When I was 12 I attempted suicide for the first time and within a year and a half I attempted suicide 3 times. After my third attempt I told my friend that I had attempted the night before, and then she went to the school counselor and told him. But this didn’t matter because I knew I would do it again tonight and succeed.

The one sane part of my mind is screaming at me to stop! That I should turn around and live my life with the girlfriend that has my heart. But the rest of me reminds me of the terrors I’ve faced in this world like the roaring flames that consumed my family or the disease that is claiming the lives of my grandparents.

My girlfriend means the world to me but if I do this, she will be a lot better off without me because she can do a lot better than a depressed person like me. She tried to take me to her mum, who is a therapist but it didn’t help. This is before I found out that my grandparents had LUNG CANCER!!

Someone told me to pull the trigger, pull the trigger ain’t no body gonna do it for you, so pull the trigger!!! After that I really wanted to kill myself. So I was thinking to myself when should I do it I decided to do it at the weekend and I would make letters for the people who made me do this to myself.

So I started writing the letters. The first person on there was Isla-May Thomas even though she wasn’t a reason why I killed myself, I wanted to tell her how much I loved her. I wrote:

Dear Isla,
I love you so much, I’m so sorry I had to go, you will be a lot better off without me. The main people who made me kill myself are Brett Gellar, Sean Stone, Elijah Dovely, and Blake Sugar.

I know we both thought that we would get married one day and have children but there were too many people made me feel like I didn’t belong. Thank you for all the memories. You make me the happiest boy on earth and I say this without the slightest bit of exaggeration. Your jokes are so ridiculous. They always catch me off guard and have me rolling on the floor because of uncontrollable happiness. I have not met anyone else who has the same insanely childish, but extremely refreshing humor that you have. Your stories, on those rare moments you let yourself be vulnerable in front of me, are so captivating. Of course, I thought to myself, you have to have come from all those complexities in order to be as remarkably awesome as you are now. And our love, our love was a thing that burned ever so fiercely. At times it became too hot it hurt, but for the most part, it gave me an unparalleled warmth. It was a kind of love that embraced my whole being and nestled me in its gentle comfort.

All these memories I shared with you have played a great role in shaping the person that I am today. I know, it’s unlike me to sound pathetically cheesy, but it’s the truth. The person I am now: Gentle, genuine, and childlike is a product of our memories. Talking to you made me see this world with much more vigor and excitement. Having to tell you about my day heightened my observation of people, things, events, and pushed me to really see what’s new and special about each experience. You made it possible for me to be truly present. Since you, nothing was ever mundane. Every day became an adventure needed to be shared and I can’t thank you enough for that.

I’m grateful for your kindness. From all my weird quirks to my occasional indifference, you generously accepted them all. Truthfully, I don’t know what it is that compels you to admire me so much. I am way more flawed than the perfect individual you perceive me to be. Nonetheless, because of your enormous belief in me, I was convinced that I, too, ought to have a little more faith in myself. And in being at ease with who I am, I was able to build better relationships with the people around me. I became much less insecure, distant and downright acerbic. You made it easier for me to allow people in my life and was much happier because of that. Thank you.
I love you soooo much I really don’t want to go but I have to as I was born at the wrong time and wrong place.
Good bye
Jake

P.S. never forget me I will always be looking down at you. Tell my mum I love her, miss her and tell her to only invite you and family and Noah no one else as most of the rest of them made me kill myself.
Tags: Suicide, Depression]]>
Tue, 31 Jul 2018 23:30:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/3AlgBxRj19k/sad_story.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_story.php?id=3454
My life seemed normal to others, I was a 14-year-old boy who went to school and that was all they knew about me, but it’s not like they ever care as it’s the people in school that made me feel this way. I had one best friend and his name was Noah. Society tells you you’re not good enough that you are too ugly and that you don’t belong. However, society changes when you are dead, they suddenly care and act like they were a beneficial part of your life. But why should I care? I’ll be dead anyway.

My family moved to another country when I turned 12 years old. I found the move very difficult and really missed my old friends and family back in my home country. My parents kept moving to different states and towns and I had to go to four different high schools, which I found very hard. I was also really not getting along with my father and we were fighting a lot. I was always new at school and found it very hard to adjust and make new friends. An outcast, I was bullied and hardly had any friends.

When I was 12 I attempted suicide for the first time and within a year and a half I attempted suicide 3 times. After my third attempt I told my friend that I had attempted the night before, and then she went to the school counselor and told him. But this didn’t matter because I knew I would do it again tonight and succeed.

The one sane part of my mind is screaming at me to stop! That I should turn around and live my life with the girlfriend that has my heart. But the rest of me reminds me of the terrors I’ve faced in this world like the roaring flames that consumed my family or the disease that is claiming the lives of my grandparents.

My girlfriend means the world to me but if I do this, she will be a lot better off without me because she can do a lot better than a depressed person like me. She tried to take me to her mum, who is a therapist but it didn’t help. This is before I found out that my grandparents had LUNG CANCER!!

Someone told me to pull the trigger, pull the trigger ain’t no body gonna do it for you, so pull the trigger!!! After that I really wanted to kill myself. So I was thinking to myself when should I do it I decided to do it at the weekend and I would make letters for the people who made me do this to myself.

So I started writing the letters. The first person on there was Isla-May Thomas even though she wasn’t a reason why I killed myself, I wanted to tell her how much I loved her. I wrote:

Dear Isla,
I love you so much, I’m so sorry I had to go, you will be a lot better off without me. The main people who made me kill myself are Brett Gellar, Sean Stone, Elijah Dovely, and Blake Sugar.

I know we both thought that we would get married one day and have children but there were too many people made me feel like I didn’t belong. Thank you for all the memories. You make me the happiest boy on earth and I say this without the slightest bit of exaggeration. Your jokes are so ridiculous. They always catch me off guard and have me rolling on the floor because of uncontrollable happiness. I have not met anyone else who has the same insanely childish, but extremely refreshing humor that you have. Your stories, on those rare moments you let yourself be vulnerable in front of me, are so captivating. Of course, I thought to myself, you have to have come from all those complexities in order to be as remarkably awesome as you are now. And our love, our love was a thing that burned ever so fiercely. At times it became too hot it hurt, but for the most part, it gave me an unparalleled warmth. It was a kind of love that embraced my whole being and nestled me in its gentle comfort.

All these memories I shared with you have played a great role in shaping the person that I am today. I know, it’s unlike me to sound pathetically cheesy, but it’s the truth. The person I am now: Gentle, genuine, and childlike is a product of our memories. Talking to you made me see this world with much more vigor and excitement. Having to tell you about my day heightened my observation of people, things, events, and pushed me to really see what’s new and special about each experience. You made it possible for me to be truly present. Since you, nothing was ever mundane. Every day became an adventure needed to be shared and I can’t thank you enough for that.

I’m grateful for your kindness. From all my weird quirks to my occasional indifference, you generously accepted them all. Truthfully, I don’t know what it is that compels you to admire me so much. I am way more flawed than the perfect individual you perceive me to be. Nonetheless, because of your enormous belief in me, I was convinced that I, too, ought to have a little more faith in myself. And in being at ease with who I am, I was able to build better relationships with the people around me. I became much less insecure, distant and downright acerbic. You made it easier for me to allow people in my life and was much happier because of that. Thank you.
I love you soooo much I really don’t want to go but I have to as I was born at the wrong time and wrong place.
Good bye
Jake

P.S. never forget me I will always be looking down at you. Tell my mum I love her, miss her and tell her to only invite you and family and Noah no one else as most of the rest of them made me kill myself.
Tags: Suicide, Depression]]>
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Story: I miss my best friend by kyra
I met him when I was 15 years old. We were freshman in high school. He was the best friend of the guy I liked, lets call him Brad. So Brad introduced me to Jace shortly after we became a thing. I didn't want to admit it at the time but deep down I really had a thing for Jace. I let it go and me and Brad were together but I knew it didn't feel right so I ended it shortly after. I don't remember how it happened but a few months later me and Jace got to talking and we ended up staying up all night talking over FaceTime. I thought it would be best to just let it go because I just got out of a relationship and Jace was Brad's friend. We didn't talk for a long time and school was out so I didn't really see him around. Halfway through summer he called me one night and we caught up after not talking for a long time and just catching up. He asked me about the new guy I was with, Jack, and I told him we were good. After that we stayed in touch the rest of the summer and talked every so often.

When school came back around (sophomore year) I found out I had a class with Jack and Jace so I figured we could all sit together. I wanted them to become friends because I really liked having Jace around and I really liked Jack too. One night Jace faceted me and asked if we could work on homework for that class so we did but after we stayed up all night talking just like we had before. I felt guilty because of the connection I felt with him and that me and Jack never had quite as deep conversations. For the next 2 weeks we talked on FaceTime every night and became close. One day I asked Jack to hang out with me and Jace and he agreed but when I asked him to meet up he started acting weird. He called me and ended things and I was crushed. I went on to meet up with Jace and he healed me while I cried.

After that day we became even closer. We hung out all the time and did random things. We continued to talk on the phone every night. In a few months he became my best friend. Along with that I saw a new side of him. He was broken and suffered from anxiety and depression. I learned other things too like how he used to get high a lot but it made his anxiety worse and once it was so bad he went to the hospital. He didn't connect with a lot of people. He hooked up with a lot of girls but felt nothing towards them. As much as I knew I should stay away, I didn't. He was different from the other guys I was friends with. No one understood my attachment but I saw good in him despite everything.

A little while after that my parents went out of town so I invited Jace and a couple other people over. I had never drank before but I wanted to try it so we all got drunk. I was also never one for hooking up with guys I wasn't with but that night I did with Jace. I regretted it after because he started to treat me like all his other meaningless hook ups and it put a strain on our friendship. I didn't want it to be meaningless. Deep down I really wanted to be with him.

Over time things got back to normal and we got back to calling each other every night. One night after a concert that everyone was at he asked me to meet up with him. We went up to school and played on the football field and fell asleep cuddling. When the sun rose I tried to wake him up and he pulled me on top of him... after that we pretty much became friends with benefits. I settled for that because he could never bring himself to commit to me. It went on the whole summer. I was in love with him. Eventually I told him how much it hurt me because I had feelings for him and he told me he couldn't be with me so I said it had to stop.

Junior year now and I started talking to a new guy, Zach. Jace was upset about it. I told him I would end things if he would be with me and we fought about it for a few months because neither of us could get our way. Zach had asked me to go on a date and I told Jace I wouldn't if he didn't want me too and he said I should because he thought that I really wanted to. What I wanted was for him to stop me and tell me to stay but he didn't. After the date he told me that he was sorry for not being enough for me. I told him that he always was. A week later he said we could make it official.

I didn't realize it till later but up until this point I had been spiraling into depression. I would get really sad and he would let me come over and hold me until I stoped crying. I became very dependent on him. I had no goals or aspiration. I didn't want to grow up and the world seemed so meaningless. He was the last thing holding me down to the world, keeping me from ending it all.

One night I was drunk and I called him because I wanted to tell him something. He came and I lost it and told him that I was scared to go to college because it meant losing him. I didn't think I could live without him. I put endless pressure on him and that is my biggest regret. He told me it was all going to be okay and that we don't have to think about it right now. The thing is he never stopped thinking about it. The week after that he was distant with me. I asked him if everything was okay and he didn't reply for several hours. I was worried and my gut told me that I would lose him. Later that night we finally met up and he told me we should go back to being best friends. My heart was shattered into a million pieces. I told him we could work it out because we were always more than friends and he knew it too. He's very stubborn and he always had to be right. His mind was made up. I didn't sleep that night or go to school the next day. We planned to meet again to talk about everything we had spent the night thinking about. That day I convinced him to stay. I told him I would get better and I wouldn't put my pain on him anymore. He agreed but he never saw it my way. To him if we stayed together longer it would only make the breakup worse. We agreed on going into college single because we would go to different schools and we didn't want to try long-distance. We didn't have the mindset of a high school relationship. We could see ourselves being together in the real world, but we are 17 and we have a lot of growing up to do. No one knows what they want at 17.

Over the next couple weeks we had the same fight and constant breaking up and getting back together. On one night he sat in my driveway and wouldn't leave because he didn't think I was going to be okay. I told him to leave. He made me come with him because he didn't trust me when I said I wouldn't hurt myself. We went to his house and I laid in his bed crying my eyes out. He told me that he would stay with me because my health was too important. I told him that wasn't what he wanted but he said it didn't matter what he wanted.

A week later things ended for good. My whole world was falling apart. Nothing mattered at all. He wasn't coming back. That day I took a bottle of all my medication. By some chance my friends heard about the break up and came strait over. They cried with me. I told them I wanted to die. I saw the pain in their eyes as they broke down asking me to not think like that. I told them about the pills. That night I slept in a hospital. I missed the last 2 weeks of my junior year. I tried to go back to school but I couldn't do it. The crowds in the hallways were the worst.

I'm doing better now, it's halfway into summer. I've seen him a couple times but it isn't the same. I miss him so much. I miss his family and his dog too. He tells me everything gets better in time and I hope he's right. I think to get better I had to learn to make myself happy and not rely on people. I learned a lot of things too. He's still my best friend and one day, no matter where life takes us, I hope we find our way back to each other.
Tags: Depression, Heartbreak, Suicide, Love Story]]>
Mon, 30 Jul 2018 23:25:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/WPStWYiP3AQ/sad_story.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_story.php?id=3453
I met him when I was 15 years old. We were freshman in high school. He was the best friend of the guy I liked, lets call him Brad. So Brad introduced me to Jace shortly after we became a thing. I didn't want to admit it at the time but deep down I really had a thing for Jace. I let it go and me and Brad were together but I knew it didn't feel right so I ended it shortly after. I don't remember how it happened but a few months later me and Jace got to talking and we ended up staying up all night talking over FaceTime. I thought it would be best to just let it go because I just got out of a relationship and Jace was Brad's friend. We didn't talk for a long time and school was out so I didn't really see him around. Halfway through summer he called me one night and we caught up after not talking for a long time and just catching up. He asked me about the new guy I was with, Jack, and I told him we were good. After that we stayed in touch the rest of the summer and talked every so often.

When school came back around (sophomore year) I found out I had a class with Jack and Jace so I figured we could all sit together. I wanted them to become friends because I really liked having Jace around and I really liked Jack too. One night Jace faceted me and asked if we could work on homework for that class so we did but after we stayed up all night talking just like we had before. I felt guilty because of the connection I felt with him and that me and Jack never had quite as deep conversations. For the next 2 weeks we talked on FaceTime every night and became close. One day I asked Jack to hang out with me and Jace and he agreed but when I asked him to meet up he started acting weird. He called me and ended things and I was crushed. I went on to meet up with Jace and he healed me while I cried.

After that day we became even closer. We hung out all the time and did random things. We continued to talk on the phone every night. In a few months he became my best friend. Along with that I saw a new side of him. He was broken and suffered from anxiety and depression. I learned other things too like how he used to get high a lot but it made his anxiety worse and once it was so bad he went to the hospital. He didn't connect with a lot of people. He hooked up with a lot of girls but felt nothing towards them. As much as I knew I should stay away, I didn't. He was different from the other guys I was friends with. No one understood my attachment but I saw good in him despite everything.

A little while after that my parents went out of town so I invited Jace and a couple other people over. I had never drank before but I wanted to try it so we all got drunk. I was also never one for hooking up with guys I wasn't with but that night I did with Jace. I regretted it after because he started to treat me like all his other meaningless hook ups and it put a strain on our friendship. I didn't want it to be meaningless. Deep down I really wanted to be with him.

Over time things got back to normal and we got back to calling each other every night. One night after a concert that everyone was at he asked me to meet up with him. We went up to school and played on the football field and fell asleep cuddling. When the sun rose I tried to wake him up and he pulled me on top of him... after that we pretty much became friends with benefits. I settled for that because he could never bring himself to commit to me. It went on the whole summer. I was in love with him. Eventually I told him how much it hurt me because I had feelings for him and he told me he couldn't be with me so I said it had to stop.

Junior year now and I started talking to a new guy, Zach. Jace was upset about it. I told him I would end things if he would be with me and we fought about it for a few months because neither of us could get our way. Zach had asked me to go on a date and I told Jace I wouldn't if he didn't want me too and he said I should because he thought that I really wanted to. What I wanted was for him to stop me and tell me to stay but he didn't. After the date he told me that he was sorry for not being enough for me. I told him that he always was. A week later he said we could make it official.

I didn't realize it till later but up until this point I had been spiraling into depression. I would get really sad and he would let me come over and hold me until I stoped crying. I became very dependent on him. I had no goals or aspiration. I didn't want to grow up and the world seemed so meaningless. He was the last thing holding me down to the world, keeping me from ending it all.

One night I was drunk and I called him because I wanted to tell him something. He came and I lost it and told him that I was scared to go to college because it meant losing him. I didn't think I could live without him. I put endless pressure on him and that is my biggest regret. He told me it was all going to be okay and that we don't have to think about it right now. The thing is he never stopped thinking about it. The week after that he was distant with me. I asked him if everything was okay and he didn't reply for several hours. I was worried and my gut told me that I would lose him. Later that night we finally met up and he told me we should go back to being best friends. My heart was shattered into a million pieces. I told him we could work it out because we were always more than friends and he knew it too. He's very stubborn and he always had to be right. His mind was made up. I didn't sleep that night or go to school the next day. We planned to meet again to talk about everything we had spent the night thinking about. That day I convinced him to stay. I told him I would get better and I wouldn't put my pain on him anymore. He agreed but he never saw it my way. To him if we stayed together longer it would only make the breakup worse. We agreed on going into college single because we would go to different schools and we didn't want to try long-distance. We didn't have the mindset of a high school relationship. We could see ourselves being together in the real world, but we are 17 and we have a lot of growing up to do. No one knows what they want at 17.

Over the next couple weeks we had the same fight and constant breaking up and getting back together. On one night he sat in my driveway and wouldn't leave because he didn't think I was going to be okay. I told him to leave. He made me come with him because he didn't trust me when I said I wouldn't hurt myself. We went to his house and I laid in his bed crying my eyes out. He told me that he would stay with me because my health was too important. I told him that wasn't what he wanted but he said it didn't matter what he wanted.

A week later things ended for good. My whole world was falling apart. Nothing mattered at all. He wasn't coming back. That day I took a bottle of all my medication. By some chance my friends heard about the break up and came strait over. They cried with me. I told them I wanted to die. I saw the pain in their eyes as they broke down asking me to not think like that. I told them about the pills. That night I slept in a hospital. I missed the last 2 weeks of my junior year. I tried to go back to school but I couldn't do it. The crowds in the hallways were the worst.

I'm doing better now, it's halfway into summer. I've seen him a couple times but it isn't the same. I miss him so much. I miss his family and his dog too. He tells me everything gets better in time and I hope he's right. I think to get better I had to learn to make myself happy and not rely on people. I learned a lot of things too. He's still my best friend and one day, no matter where life takes us, I hope we find our way back to each other.
Tags: Depression, Heartbreak, Suicide, Love Story]]>
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Story: Mike part 2..... by bella
We had broken up,and he was with someone else well he left her and we got back together, well after we got back together me and him took my roommates wife up to Ohio for her brothers funeral and durning that time frame I gotten kicked out because I was with my boyfriend. we stayed in Ohio for three weeks and then it took us about a week or more to get back to California we got stuck in every state with no money it was just horrible.

when we got back to Cali, we stayed at his friends trailer in Duggian we helped her move the trailer to second beach in KL, well after that happened things started to go sour,he started accusing me of so much things that I wasn't even doing I was with him 24/7 homeless and had nothing on my phone but Facebook and messanger I was not allowed to talk to my guy friends I was not allowed to talk to my son father without him being present I was not allowed to wear shirts that had boobs out. he controlled everything not too mention he would take my phone anytime he want and go through it even when I was sleeping.

He started getting worse and worse because well for one he was addicted to Crystal meth and if he didn't have it he flipped out not to mention it was very dangerous being with him because he was scared of the cops. and one night he had smoked but he was hungry and he was very irritated and I was on the bed taking my shoes off because we had just gotten back and he comes up to me stomps his foot and says super loud what are you doing and I said I'm just taking my shoes off and he's like do you wanna fight and I'm like no i don't. and so he ended up making steak and Mashed potatoes at 2am and got mad when I fell back asleep after I ate.

The next day we had a huge talk about our relationship, and I told him I wasn't happy anymore and I don't know why but we ended up having sex and then we talked more and I said I was done well I started packing my clothes up and me and him were not on speaking terms and I asked him to drop me off at the church because my friend was picking me up he didn't know that and when I gotten in the car with him he was going 95 down a dirt road with a river beside it I thought I was gonna die and once I got their he told me to fuck off and I jumped in the car with my friend and left.

He has tried to contact me and recently he just got arrested for a ticket he didn't go to court for and once he was in their for a night and half a day he was calling and calling me. I haven't heared anything since and it's a relief he is one dangerous man.
Tags: Dangerous, Breakup]]>
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We had broken up,and he was with someone else well he left her and we got back together, well after we got back together me and him took my roommates wife up to Ohio for her brothers funeral and durning that time frame I gotten kicked out because I was with my boyfriend. we stayed in Ohio for three weeks and then it took us about a week or more to get back to California we got stuck in every state with no money it was just horrible.

when we got back to Cali, we stayed at his friends trailer in Duggian we helped her move the trailer to second beach in KL, well after that happened things started to go sour,he started accusing me of so much things that I wasn't even doing I was with him 24/7 homeless and had nothing on my phone but Facebook and messanger I was not allowed to talk to my guy friends I was not allowed to talk to my son father without him being present I was not allowed to wear shirts that had boobs out. he controlled everything not too mention he would take my phone anytime he want and go through it even when I was sleeping.

He started getting worse and worse because well for one he was addicted to Crystal meth and if he didn't have it he flipped out not to mention it was very dangerous being with him because he was scared of the cops. and one night he had smoked but he was hungry and he was very irritated and I was on the bed taking my shoes off because we had just gotten back and he comes up to me stomps his foot and says super loud what are you doing and I said I'm just taking my shoes off and he's like do you wanna fight and I'm like no i don't. and so he ended up making steak and Mashed potatoes at 2am and got mad when I fell back asleep after I ate.

The next day we had a huge talk about our relationship, and I told him I wasn't happy anymore and I don't know why but we ended up having sex and then we talked more and I said I was done well I started packing my clothes up and me and him were not on speaking terms and I asked him to drop me off at the church because my friend was picking me up he didn't know that and when I gotten in the car with him he was going 95 down a dirt road with a river beside it I thought I was gonna die and once I got their he told me to fuck off and I jumped in the car with my friend and left.

He has tried to contact me and recently he just got arrested for a ticket he didn't go to court for and once he was in their for a night and half a day he was calling and calling me. I haven't heared anything since and it's a relief he is one dangerous man.
Tags: Dangerous, Breakup]]>
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Story: Will I Forever Be Alone? by Jayfeather
Will I forever be alone?

Life was great up until junior year. The summer before, my parents and I visited Korea, my birthplace. I was excited at the idea of meeting my birth mother, but this was not to be. Instead, she recoiled at the thought of meeting me, refusing to meet me. I was...rejected...by the one person who was supposed to love me even when no one else would. When I was little, I remember asking my mom (adoptive) whether my birth mother loved me or not. She said she did, but what else could she have told her four-year-old daughter? That her birth mother didn't love her?! I had never questioned this until this first rejection.

Thus began the first of my pains.

Not quite healed from that rejection, by the end of junior year, I was stung by another rejection, only this time, it was from a boy. This boy I first began to love in seventh grade and have loved him ever since. He knew by the end of seventh grade that I liked him, but it wasn't really a big deal yet. I knew he didn't like me, and I endured the next few years comfortably. However, as time went on, hope began to build up in my heart, sometimes so strongly that I found it felt like anxiety or stress. By the end--wow I've said that a lot--of junior year, I finally mustered the courage to tell him how I felt, hoping things might have changed since seventh grade. By this point, we had already became close friends; I believe I was the closest friend he had (or still has, for that matter). I thought I had a fighting chance. We shared fifth period together, just the two of us, as we took an online course together. This was the perfect time to tell him, when it was just the two of us. Unfortunately, he was still taking a test at the end of the period, so I had to leave a note, instead. In it, I said that I valued his friendship above everything else and that the last thing I wanted was for it to be ruined. I also said that if he didn't like me back, it wouldn't hurt me or depress me. This turned out to be a lie. It was Friday, so I didn't hear his answer until Monday during first period. I was in class waiting for him to walk in, and he sat down next to me and said, "The answer is no." That was all I ever heard from him on that subject.

I was crushed. I pretended to shrug it off, but it was all just an act. It's funny, really, how you can feel pain pulse through you. It's not just the heart that hurts. You can feel it pulse down your arms and into your hands and fingers. Eventually, I thought I was finally getting over it during the summer, but this turned out to be false. I had actually fallen into a slight depression because of this second rejection. I also began to question the love my parents had for me. I was reminded of that Fairly Oddparents episode where Timmy wished he had never been born and saw that no one missed him; in fact, all his family and friends were all happier without him! The episode ends happier than that, but this morbid thought was how I saw myself at this point. I couldn't feel much love from my parents. My mom has a bunch of health problems which messes with her hormones, and my dad just isn't very expressive. Words of affirmation and physical touch are my main love languages, and from my parents, I wasn't getting much of those but more of the other ones, so I didn't feel much of their love, though I know they have much of it. At any rate, I sort of fell into a slump.

During the last half of senior year, still reeling from the pain of rejection, I entered a relationship, my first one, with another friend. I didn't love him; I never did. I thought this relationship would help me forget the one I truly loved, the one I was rejected by, but it didn't work. It only made me love him more. The relationship took a downward turn, and things were spiraling out of control; I even considered suicide at some point. If I had gone through with it, it would have been by drowning, for I felt like I was drowning in a mix of love and pain and loneliness.

Now, the first year of college out of the way, the past relationship long over with, I find I still love that boy. We're still very good friends, which I'm grateful for, but I fear I'm letting my hopes rise again, only for them to be crushed even more mercilessly and irreparably later, but I can't stop. I can't give up on the one person I've ever truly loved, and I know I never will. Many other people's tragic love stories are pretty sad, but most of them involve love being returned at some point. For them to be tragic, there has to be a happy time and then a terrible fall. What about those of us who don't even get that happy time?! I feel like Frankenstein's daemon, unloved by all, whose own creator refuses to give him a mate to ease his sufferings. C.S. Lewis said that love's value doesn't lie in its reciprocity, and the Bible says as much, too, but sometimes it would be nice for a little love to be returned, you know? I feel like I'm spending myself. My outflow of love isn't being replenished enough by my love inflow. My well of love is being put under a lot of strain. Oftentimes, I find myself thinking of Professor Snape from Harry Potter. I don't want to end up like him, having to see my love marry and have kids with someone else. I don't want to stand by and have to watch that. I love him enough to let him go, yes, but sometimes, I fear that might be too cruel a fate for me to handle. I also don't want to end up like my high school math teacher who was jilted at the altar (see The Jilting of a Lifetime for that true story) and never married afterward. How lonely that must be! I also think of Dante Alighieri, who was doomed to a life of loving someone he could never have. In fact, I identify deeply with Dante, who was also exiled from his hometown. I also was removed from where I call home, and also like Dante, I believe my love for my beloved helps draw me closer to God and teaches me virtue. This also brings me pain to know of Dante's earthly fate. He never gave up and still didn't get his beloved.

I don't want much in life. I don't have a lot of ambition. All I really want is to settle down and start a family of my own with the one I love. Is that too much to ask? I fear I'll die alone. I fear I may never find someone whom I can love as much as that boy. I fear he may never like me. I fear I'll die having never found somebody and having had to endure the love and pain this boy wrought on me for my entire life.

In addition to these fears, I recently admitted to my mom that I still liked this boy, and she flew into a rage. A traditional Christian, she regards my beloved as something hardly above the status of a pagan. She does not approve of him at all and was very offended that I love him. After all the pain and heartache I've had to endure, she's berating me for my suffering which I didn't even ask for? I can't control my feelings, and I have no intention of hurting hers or disappointing God, either! She went so far as to mock my feelings, as well. As if she knows anything of my pains! Has she no compassion? She went even farther and said that nothing would make her sadder than if we got together. Well, One, that isn't likely to happen, although I still have hope it will, and Two, nothing would make me happier. Now, the only hope I have is through my prayers, as I have no support from family or promising signs in reality, either. My heart throbs with a tenderness that will withstand all this pain. No matter how shattered and broken my heart gets, it will beat on with the same old love it has been.

Jacob waited seven years for his love, Rachel. We are coming up on that seventh year, now...surely it can't be that much longer...No matter what happens, though I may be shoved to the ground and forced to crawl in despair my entire life, my love will ever burn for you, Femm. I wait for you with an open heart.
Tags: Unloved, Love Hurts, True Story]]>
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Will I forever be alone?

Life was great up until junior year. The summer before, my parents and I visited Korea, my birthplace. I was excited at the idea of meeting my birth mother, but this was not to be. Instead, she recoiled at the thought of meeting me, refusing to meet me. I was...rejected...by the one person who was supposed to love me even when no one else would. When I was little, I remember asking my mom (adoptive) whether my birth mother loved me or not. She said she did, but what else could she have told her four-year-old daughter? That her birth mother didn't love her?! I had never questioned this until this first rejection.

Thus began the first of my pains.

Not quite healed from that rejection, by the end of junior year, I was stung by another rejection, only this time, it was from a boy. This boy I first began to love in seventh grade and have loved him ever since. He knew by the end of seventh grade that I liked him, but it wasn't really a big deal yet. I knew he didn't like me, and I endured the next few years comfortably. However, as time went on, hope began to build up in my heart, sometimes so strongly that I found it felt like anxiety or stress. By the end--wow I've said that a lot--of junior year, I finally mustered the courage to tell him how I felt, hoping things might have changed since seventh grade. By this point, we had already became close friends; I believe I was the closest friend he had (or still has, for that matter). I thought I had a fighting chance. We shared fifth period together, just the two of us, as we took an online course together. This was the perfect time to tell him, when it was just the two of us. Unfortunately, he was still taking a test at the end of the period, so I had to leave a note, instead. In it, I said that I valued his friendship above everything else and that the last thing I wanted was for it to be ruined. I also said that if he didn't like me back, it wouldn't hurt me or depress me. This turned out to be a lie. It was Friday, so I didn't hear his answer until Monday during first period. I was in class waiting for him to walk in, and he sat down next to me and said, "The answer is no." That was all I ever heard from him on that subject.

I was crushed. I pretended to shrug it off, but it was all just an act. It's funny, really, how you can feel pain pulse through you. It's not just the heart that hurts. You can feel it pulse down your arms and into your hands and fingers. Eventually, I thought I was finally getting over it during the summer, but this turned out to be false. I had actually fallen into a slight depression because of this second rejection. I also began to question the love my parents had for me. I was reminded of that Fairly Oddparents episode where Timmy wished he had never been born and saw that no one missed him; in fact, all his family and friends were all happier without him! The episode ends happier than that, but this morbid thought was how I saw myself at this point. I couldn't feel much love from my parents. My mom has a bunch of health problems which messes with her hormones, and my dad just isn't very expressive. Words of affirmation and physical touch are my main love languages, and from my parents, I wasn't getting much of those but more of the other ones, so I didn't feel much of their love, though I know they have much of it. At any rate, I sort of fell into a slump.

During the last half of senior year, still reeling from the pain of rejection, I entered a relationship, my first one, with another friend. I didn't love him; I never did. I thought this relationship would help me forget the one I truly loved, the one I was rejected by, but it didn't work. It only made me love him more. The relationship took a downward turn, and things were spiraling out of control; I even considered suicide at some point. If I had gone through with it, it would have been by drowning, for I felt like I was drowning in a mix of love and pain and loneliness.

Now, the first year of college out of the way, the past relationship long over with, I find I still love that boy. We're still very good friends, which I'm grateful for, but I fear I'm letting my hopes rise again, only for them to be crushed even more mercilessly and irreparably later, but I can't stop. I can't give up on the one person I've ever truly loved, and I know I never will. Many other people's tragic love stories are pretty sad, but most of them involve love being returned at some point. For them to be tragic, there has to be a happy time and then a terrible fall. What about those of us who don't even get that happy time?! I feel like Frankenstein's daemon, unloved by all, whose own creator refuses to give him a mate to ease his sufferings. C.S. Lewis said that love's value doesn't lie in its reciprocity, and the Bible says as much, too, but sometimes it would be nice for a little love to be returned, you know? I feel like I'm spending myself. My outflow of love isn't being replenished enough by my love inflow. My well of love is being put under a lot of strain. Oftentimes, I find myself thinking of Professor Snape from Harry Potter. I don't want to end up like him, having to see my love marry and have kids with someone else. I don't want to stand by and have to watch that. I love him enough to let him go, yes, but sometimes, I fear that might be too cruel a fate for me to handle. I also don't want to end up like my high school math teacher who was jilted at the altar (see The Jilting of a Lifetime for that true story) and never married afterward. How lonely that must be! I also think of Dante Alighieri, who was doomed to a life of loving someone he could never have. In fact, I identify deeply with Dante, who was also exiled from his hometown. I also was removed from where I call home, and also like Dante, I believe my love for my beloved helps draw me closer to God and teaches me virtue. This also brings me pain to know of Dante's earthly fate. He never gave up and still didn't get his beloved.

I don't want much in life. I don't have a lot of ambition. All I really want is to settle down and start a family of my own with the one I love. Is that too much to ask? I fear I'll die alone. I fear I may never find someone whom I can love as much as that boy. I fear he may never like me. I fear I'll die having never found somebody and having had to endure the love and pain this boy wrought on me for my entire life.

In addition to these fears, I recently admitted to my mom that I still liked this boy, and she flew into a rage. A traditional Christian, she regards my beloved as something hardly above the status of a pagan. She does not approve of him at all and was very offended that I love him. After all the pain and heartache I've had to endure, she's berating me for my suffering which I didn't even ask for? I can't control my feelings, and I have no intention of hurting hers or disappointing God, either! She went so far as to mock my feelings, as well. As if she knows anything of my pains! Has she no compassion? She went even farther and said that nothing would make her sadder than if we got together. Well, One, that isn't likely to happen, although I still have hope it will, and Two, nothing would make me happier. Now, the only hope I have is through my prayers, as I have no support from family or promising signs in reality, either. My heart throbs with a tenderness that will withstand all this pain. No matter how shattered and broken my heart gets, it will beat on with the same old love it has been.

Jacob waited seven years for his love, Rachel. We are coming up on that seventh year, now...surely it can't be that much longer...No matter what happens, though I may be shoved to the ground and forced to crawl in despair my entire life, my love will ever burn for you, Femm. I wait for you with an open heart.
Tags: Unloved, Love Hurts, True Story]]>
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Story: Lost in Love by Miranda
I fell in love with one 2 years ago his name is Isaiah, I love him because he listens, his voice is so soothing and peaceful, his touch is warm and i could message him at anytime and he would always be there, but i realized he wasn't really listening and he was only there when i needed him because he got something in return. He loves me for my body i love him for who i thought he was. We never dated yet he always told me i was his. He's a close friend now. We hardly talk sometimes though.

i fell in love with one about a year ago his name was Justice. He treated me right, he listened, we would sneak out at 3 in the morning to go to the park, he knew how much i loved to act like a little kid. swinging was my favorite thing to do at the park it made me feel like i was flying. We dated for 1 year and 4 months. But then he stared to change, we started to argue, he started cheating, i felt trapped. i couldn't go to friends houses could go to the lake to hang out with them. He started to leave bruises and i broke i left him i couldn't take it. He's the guy i go to for help, but still loves me dearly. Even though he treated me wrong.

I fell for a friend, his name was Zack. It happened so unexpectedly, i never thought i would fall for him but i did. He wanted to take it slow due to the fact he was just like me tired of getting left in the dirt or being trapped. We have only been talking for two weeks now but, I'm already getting Mixed emotions he never comes to see me hardly messages but when he does it is the only time i'm happy. I'm very understanding and have a lot of trust in him. He's always busy, and and isn't the messaging type. We aren't dating and i don't know if we will i hope we do i really do. But I will be okay if we don't.

I'm just a simple girl not knowing what to do with love anymore and I am far too broken to care. I wrote this because just maybe there are other girls out there like me not knowing what to do or if its wrong to love more than one guy but its not wrong to love more than one guy. It's wrong to be with them at the same time.
Tags: Lost, Love]]>
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I fell in love with one 2 years ago his name is Isaiah, I love him because he listens, his voice is so soothing and peaceful, his touch is warm and i could message him at anytime and he would always be there, but i realized he wasn't really listening and he was only there when i needed him because he got something in return. He loves me for my body i love him for who i thought he was. We never dated yet he always told me i was his. He's a close friend now. We hardly talk sometimes though.

i fell in love with one about a year ago his name was Justice. He treated me right, he listened, we would sneak out at 3 in the morning to go to the park, he knew how much i loved to act like a little kid. swinging was my favorite thing to do at the park it made me feel like i was flying. We dated for 1 year and 4 months. But then he stared to change, we started to argue, he started cheating, i felt trapped. i couldn't go to friends houses could go to the lake to hang out with them. He started to leave bruises and i broke i left him i couldn't take it. He's the guy i go to for help, but still loves me dearly. Even though he treated me wrong.

I fell for a friend, his name was Zack. It happened so unexpectedly, i never thought i would fall for him but i did. He wanted to take it slow due to the fact he was just like me tired of getting left in the dirt or being trapped. We have only been talking for two weeks now but, I'm already getting Mixed emotions he never comes to see me hardly messages but when he does it is the only time i'm happy. I'm very understanding and have a lot of trust in him. He's always busy, and and isn't the messaging type. We aren't dating and i don't know if we will i hope we do i really do. But I will be okay if we don't.

I'm just a simple girl not knowing what to do with love anymore and I am far too broken to care. I wrote this because just maybe there are other girls out there like me not knowing what to do or if its wrong to love more than one guy but its not wrong to love more than one guy. It's wrong to be with them at the same time.
Tags: Lost, Love]]>
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Story: The Story... by Anonymous
I was a junior in high school at the age of 16 and then 17 the next semester in March. I’m currently 19 and in college as I write this. I remember my first day of junior year getting to school fairly early in case I would need to double-check my classes and schedule, and I was also wearing brand new clothing bought during the last summer, so I was well dressed like many other guys at the time. My best friend who I met during my second week of high school, or, ever since the start of high school, met up with me and we both found out that we had the same 1st-period class and some other ones as well, even though we checked schedules but never realized the match. Let’s call him Ken. I instantly felt ecstatic and confident that I would have someone with me to take on the first class of the year. Even now, me and Ken are constantly in touch and can go to limitless extents for the sake of each other. After the two of us waited for the class door to open, we were able to get a look into the classroom: it had anywhere from 35 to 40 desks which were formed into two groups, about half and half on both sides as they faced each other. Meaning that if you were to step into the room, you’d be parallel to the right wall by a few inches and directly ahead towards you would be the teacher’s desk facing you. If you were to walk straight half-way, a path about 3 feet wide would be found that would separate the two groups of desks facing each other. In other words, you could imagine the desk as the two sides of a volleyball court, and the empty walking area as the net. The two of us sat in the group of desks closest to the door and to the left, meaning that we were a row away from being against the wall. This unknowingly let us get a look at not just everyone sitting in our group of rows, but also the other side that faced us, and I remember it being a comfortable and nostalgic area in the classroom.

Just minutes later, a girl walked in and sat behind Ken, meaning that she took a seat by the wall. We’ll call her Caitlyn. I had recognized her, although I had never talked to her before. I had seen her around campus my sophomore year and knew very slightly about her. She instantly begins talking to Ken, and it turns out the two know each other fairly well and turned out to be friends. And just like that, in a matter of days me and Caitlyn became extremely close friends. What I wouldn’t know at the time was that Caitlyn would only be here for junior year and that she would move the very next year. It still makes me wonder how in such a short time span me and Caitlyn became such close friends, from knowing nothing about each other to practically everything soon after we met. The three of us would help each through the class and felt the attachment grow within the first two months of the year.

A few weeks into the school year, the plot of this story develops. Being so lost in wanting success in school and enjoying my days with Ken and Caitlyn, I didn’t realize I was someone else’s point of attention. During a casual day into the new school year, Ken and Caitlyn tell me a girl directly across from the room in the opposite group of desks would constantly stare at me. I turned side to side subtly to check who they were talking about. Sure enough, she was in my same row across the room facing me and she was blocked by about three seats in front of her from the walking path, as was I in my group of desks. That day and a few other days I actually began to think why she would constantly look at me. What my friends said was true: She would simply look at me without a facial expression, but I remember seeing a spec of curiosity in her eyes. At first, I would really care less that she was just some girl staring me down, if not awkward. After a matter of a few weeks with the same look in her eyes, I thought more and more about her. Ken and Caitlyn would tell me that she most likely has a thing for me, yet I never took them seriously.

We’ll call this girl Dee. Constantly thinking about Dee, I felt a kind of attachment that I didn’t get at first when I noticed her. She really was just something else, just a bit shorter than me (I was about 5’ 9’’ at the time), dark black hair, a light brown complexion, and dark brownish eyes. I trusted Ken and Caitlyn with everything that had to do with me, and so I told them how I felt. One day outside of class, Caitlyn talked to Dee and asked if she already had a boyfriend and Caitlyn told me about the whole conversation. I felt like she didn’t really have to ask around for me and just bring me up, but I never really said so. Somehow, an app in my phone automatically recommended Dee as a contact, and as hesitant as I was, I added her, and we began to chat, yet it was only a handful of times we talked outside of class until we later added each other on Instagram a few months later. Once for her birthday, I sent her a message to just congratulate her, and that text would barely mark my 4th or 5th conversation with her. Just like that, junior year would end, and senior year approached everyone.

Senior year, I, unfortunately, didn’t have any classes with Dee and we would mostly see each other around campus. Ken and Caitlyn also changed schools this year, and it was this year we began chatting more and were basically friends, although when we would meet each other during school there would be a strange sense of awkwardness for the both of us, but definitely by me the most. I remember bringing her food one time before class and had her hang out with the rest of my friends who she knew fairly well about. She began to open up to me about her life, and I felt good about this, as it helped boost my confidence around her. She came for a good family, but they weren’t the most financially stable, and she quickly understood my family background and she most likely saw us as wealthy, hardworking individuals, even though she never even saw any of my family.

Over text, she would tell me about her work and how her ex-boyfriend would be stuck at work together. The problem was that he was obsessed to a dangerous extent over her (I could see why), and she would block his number only to get his texts and calls over and over again. Dee never wanted to get back with him and she still hasn’t to this day. We would meet during lunch and she would show me their conversations. Me being a helpful person always tried to lighten her mood and get over him. Through things like these, I felt closer to her than before, and I just went where the flow would take me.

Around March that school year, prom came and I never felt an urge to go. If I did want to go to prom, it would be with Dee, but I was too scared to ask and I was almost certain she already had someone to go with. I remember spending prom away from the event with a good friend as we went out to eat. He knew prom had been going on, and I knew Dee would be going. He asked if I wanted to just drive by and get a peek at the event, but I denied, and so we enjoyed the day together, while my mind was still on Dee. A few days later, me and Dee ended up chatting on the topic of prom, and to my surprise, she told she didn’t have anyone to go with that day. I felt slightly horrible inside, and that maybe if I had the courage to ask her, she wouldn’t have been alone. And so I told her that I would’ve chosen to go with her, and she said I was too nice for saying that.

By June, we would graduate together and we both looked our best. She was with her friends and me with mine. I walked the stage with my name being called and she also went up. Once we got the chance to get our diplomas, the entire area was flooded with guests and family. I saw Dee at a distance and in hopes to meet with her on last time, I yelled her name, but she never heard me. I didn’t have enough time to meet everyone because my whole family had plans that night, but I was pushed to meet her, and unfortunately what I wished for never happened, and we all left.

A few days after graduation, we talked again over text and she told me she practically yelled for me when I walked the stage, and we just casually talked about the entire thing and how we were finally done with high school. Before school actually ended, me and her were on a streak in Snapchat, meaning that every day we texted each other, and this went until July the following summer. I went on a trip with my whole family as a vacation, and in July it almost felt as if she was losing interest in me. To save our streak, I often texted her just about anything and I found myself struggling to keep the streak going. Now that I think about it, the streak pretty much represented our feelings for each other: mine strong as ever but hers slowly dying out. Our streak ended at about 62 or 63 in the middle of July.

In September I started my first semester of college and from that point until now, after I’m done with my second semester, her way of talking to me is nothing like it was when we first used to talk in high school. As a matter of fact, she never talked to me and I would always initiate the conversation. My first semester ended in December, and the next January she already had a photo with someone else and his name written everywhere her Instagram and bio. It had been confirmed she was with someone else. I didn’t know how I particularly felt, but what hit me the most was the guy she was with. With the pathetic luck I realized I had by now, the guy she was with was a good friend of mine in middle school and we went our separate ways in high school. Me and him would constantly mess around and have a good time in middle school, only to realize the two got together, and I had to come to terms that the only girl I ever liked ended up together with my best friend from middle school.

As I’m writing this, I’m finished with my second semester at college and it’s been exactly a year since me and Dee graduated. We have only had the most minor conversations which most like never lasted 5 messages each, and all the conversation were scattered by at least a few weeks each. I ended up realizing that Dee herself NEVER texted me first and that it was always me. It wasn’t that I constantly annoyed her, it was always once in a while. I had to accept she was with someone else, and it would just be best that I stayed away from her, and to other guys out there, I’m sure you know difficult this step is. I had to realize she probably wasn’t into me, and that she loved the guy I least thought was worth her time. I don’t hate her, I never did. It’s unsettling to see pictures of the two together with hearts and kisses everywhere, I felt that place was supposed to be mine.

From being the mysterious girl who would stare at me in class in high school to the same girl who relatively played with me and left me with her poisonous memories in my head, it still amazes me how strange, unique, and complicated this story really has been. The last conversation between us reads as 7 weeks ago, and I’m doing my best to let go, I feel it’s what she would want, and what I feel I need. It’s been hard, and she doesn’t even check my snaps anymore, and I don’t open her snaps, with her boyfriend, together. Some things I wonder are whether I did something wrong, or if I destroyed something myself which was slowly growing. I truly feel that love is both magical and dangerous, it makes you see illusions, things that are never there. A quick moment of awe and amazement, only to be led by pain and lead you to be broken. I truly felt like she was the one, the only one, the first one. I’m planning on never talking to her again unless, she somehow ends of messaging me, though extremely unlikely. I’m curious to see how long her relationship lasts, and as of now, it’s probably have lasted about 5-7 months now. I don’t expect to ever remember me, and I don’t expect myself to fall for her again, only to put myself into that dangerous game once again.

It’s to the point where I love and I hate her, and I wish I could somehow erase every memory I have of her, but I know it’ll never happen, and the side effects of her love will continue to haunt me. How long? I don’t know, but I'm praying it’ll be over soon.

Like someone once said, it’s best to completely stay away from someone like this, and I’m also trying my best. Instead, I’m focusing more on myself. I have always been a bright student, and my college transcript looks phenomenal. I’m focusing on my family, personal improvements, and constantly making myself better in every way possible, like I always have but now even more strengthened. I apologize if this story of mine has been too long, but I thank anyone who will take their time to read this. I now realize that love is a drug, it will only do more harm than the good you may think it could bring with it. I want to thank everyone involved in this experience I’ve had, as I try to forget everything about her. Maybe one day we’ll meet again, although I don’t look forward to it, I'm sure as hell it’ll be an interesting moment...Thank you.
Tags: Broken, Sad, Hope, Hate, Love]]>
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I was a junior in high school at the age of 16 and then 17 the next semester in March. I’m currently 19 and in college as I write this. I remember my first day of junior year getting to school fairly early in case I would need to double-check my classes and schedule, and I was also wearing brand new clothing bought during the last summer, so I was well dressed like many other guys at the time. My best friend who I met during my second week of high school, or, ever since the start of high school, met up with me and we both found out that we had the same 1st-period class and some other ones as well, even though we checked schedules but never realized the match. Let’s call him Ken. I instantly felt ecstatic and confident that I would have someone with me to take on the first class of the year. Even now, me and Ken are constantly in touch and can go to limitless extents for the sake of each other. After the two of us waited for the class door to open, we were able to get a look into the classroom: it had anywhere from 35 to 40 desks which were formed into two groups, about half and half on both sides as they faced each other. Meaning that if you were to step into the room, you’d be parallel to the right wall by a few inches and directly ahead towards you would be the teacher’s desk facing you. If you were to walk straight half-way, a path about 3 feet wide would be found that would separate the two groups of desks facing each other. In other words, you could imagine the desk as the two sides of a volleyball court, and the empty walking area as the net. The two of us sat in the group of desks closest to the door and to the left, meaning that we were a row away from being against the wall. This unknowingly let us get a look at not just everyone sitting in our group of rows, but also the other side that faced us, and I remember it being a comfortable and nostalgic area in the classroom.

Just minutes later, a girl walked in and sat behind Ken, meaning that she took a seat by the wall. We’ll call her Caitlyn. I had recognized her, although I had never talked to her before. I had seen her around campus my sophomore year and knew very slightly about her. She instantly begins talking to Ken, and it turns out the two know each other fairly well and turned out to be friends. And just like that, in a matter of days me and Caitlyn became extremely close friends. What I wouldn’t know at the time was that Caitlyn would only be here for junior year and that she would move the very next year. It still makes me wonder how in such a short time span me and Caitlyn became such close friends, from knowing nothing about each other to practically everything soon after we met. The three of us would help each through the class and felt the attachment grow within the first two months of the year.

A few weeks into the school year, the plot of this story develops. Being so lost in wanting success in school and enjoying my days with Ken and Caitlyn, I didn’t realize I was someone else’s point of attention. During a casual day into the new school year, Ken and Caitlyn tell me a girl directly across from the room in the opposite group of desks would constantly stare at me. I turned side to side subtly to check who they were talking about. Sure enough, she was in my same row across the room facing me and she was blocked by about three seats in front of her from the walking path, as was I in my group of desks. That day and a few other days I actually began to think why she would constantly look at me. What my friends said was true: She would simply look at me without a facial expression, but I remember seeing a spec of curiosity in her eyes. At first, I would really care less that she was just some girl staring me down, if not awkward. After a matter of a few weeks with the same look in her eyes, I thought more and more about her. Ken and Caitlyn would tell me that she most likely has a thing for me, yet I never took them seriously.

We’ll call this girl Dee. Constantly thinking about Dee, I felt a kind of attachment that I didn’t get at first when I noticed her. She really was just something else, just a bit shorter than me (I was about 5’ 9’’ at the time), dark black hair, a light brown complexion, and dark brownish eyes. I trusted Ken and Caitlyn with everything that had to do with me, and so I told them how I felt. One day outside of class, Caitlyn talked to Dee and asked if she already had a boyfriend and Caitlyn told me about the whole conversation. I felt like she didn’t really have to ask around for me and just bring me up, but I never really said so. Somehow, an app in my phone automatically recommended Dee as a contact, and as hesitant as I was, I added her, and we began to chat, yet it was only a handful of times we talked outside of class until we later added each other on Instagram a few months later. Once for her birthday, I sent her a message to just congratulate her, and that text would barely mark my 4th or 5th conversation with her. Just like that, junior year would end, and senior year approached everyone.

Senior year, I, unfortunately, didn’t have any classes with Dee and we would mostly see each other around campus. Ken and Caitlyn also changed schools this year, and it was this year we began chatting more and were basically friends, although when we would meet each other during school there would be a strange sense of awkwardness for the both of us, but definitely by me the most. I remember bringing her food one time before class and had her hang out with the rest of my friends who she knew fairly well about. She began to open up to me about her life, and I felt good about this, as it helped boost my confidence around her. She came for a good family, but they weren’t the most financially stable, and she quickly understood my family background and she most likely saw us as wealthy, hardworking individuals, even though she never even saw any of my family.

Over text, she would tell me about her work and how her ex-boyfriend would be stuck at work together. The problem was that he was obsessed to a dangerous extent over her (I could see why), and she would block his number only to get his texts and calls over and over again. Dee never wanted to get back with him and she still hasn’t to this day. We would meet during lunch and she would show me their conversations. Me being a helpful person always tried to lighten her mood and get over him. Through things like these, I felt closer to her than before, and I just went where the flow would take me.

Around March that school year, prom came and I never felt an urge to go. If I did want to go to prom, it would be with Dee, but I was too scared to ask and I was almost certain she already had someone to go with. I remember spending prom away from the event with a good friend as we went out to eat. He knew prom had been going on, and I knew Dee would be going. He asked if I wanted to just drive by and get a peek at the event, but I denied, and so we enjoyed the day together, while my mind was still on Dee. A few days later, me and Dee ended up chatting on the topic of prom, and to my surprise, she told she didn’t have anyone to go with that day. I felt slightly horrible inside, and that maybe if I had the courage to ask her, she wouldn’t have been alone. And so I told her that I would’ve chosen to go with her, and she said I was too nice for saying that.

By June, we would graduate together and we both looked our best. She was with her friends and me with mine. I walked the stage with my name being called and she also went up. Once we got the chance to get our diplomas, the entire area was flooded with guests and family. I saw Dee at a distance and in hopes to meet with her on last time, I yelled her name, but she never heard me. I didn’t have enough time to meet everyone because my whole family had plans that night, but I was pushed to meet her, and unfortunately what I wished for never happened, and we all left.

A few days after graduation, we talked again over text and she told me she practically yelled for me when I walked the stage, and we just casually talked about the entire thing and how we were finally done with high school. Before school actually ended, me and her were on a streak in Snapchat, meaning that every day we texted each other, and this went until July the following summer. I went on a trip with my whole family as a vacation, and in July it almost felt as if she was losing interest in me. To save our streak, I often texted her just about anything and I found myself struggling to keep the streak going. Now that I think about it, the streak pretty much represented our feelings for each other: mine strong as ever but hers slowly dying out. Our streak ended at about 62 or 63 in the middle of July.

In September I started my first semester of college and from that point until now, after I’m done with my second semester, her way of talking to me is nothing like it was when we first used to talk in high school. As a matter of fact, she never talked to me and I would always initiate the conversation. My first semester ended in December, and the next January she already had a photo with someone else and his name written everywhere her Instagram and bio. It had been confirmed she was with someone else. I didn’t know how I particularly felt, but what hit me the most was the guy she was with. With the pathetic luck I realized I had by now, the guy she was with was a good friend of mine in middle school and we went our separate ways in high school. Me and him would constantly mess around and have a good time in middle school, only to realize the two got together, and I had to come to terms that the only girl I ever liked ended up together with my best friend from middle school.

As I’m writing this, I’m finished with my second semester at college and it’s been exactly a year since me and Dee graduated. We have only had the most minor conversations which most like never lasted 5 messages each, and all the conversation were scattered by at least a few weeks each. I ended up realizing that Dee herself NEVER texted me first and that it was always me. It wasn’t that I constantly annoyed her, it was always once in a while. I had to accept she was with someone else, and it would just be best that I stayed away from her, and to other guys out there, I’m sure you know difficult this step is. I had to realize she probably wasn’t into me, and that she loved the guy I least thought was worth her time. I don’t hate her, I never did. It’s unsettling to see pictures of the two together with hearts and kisses everywhere, I felt that place was supposed to be mine.

From being the mysterious girl who would stare at me in class in high school to the same girl who relatively played with me and left me with her poisonous memories in my head, it still amazes me how strange, unique, and complicated this story really has been. The last conversation between us reads as 7 weeks ago, and I’m doing my best to let go, I feel it’s what she would want, and what I feel I need. It’s been hard, and she doesn’t even check my snaps anymore, and I don’t open her snaps, with her boyfriend, together. Some things I wonder are whether I did something wrong, or if I destroyed something myself which was slowly growing. I truly feel that love is both magical and dangerous, it makes you see illusions, things that are never there. A quick moment of awe and amazement, only to be led by pain and lead you to be broken. I truly felt like she was the one, the only one, the first one. I’m planning on never talking to her again unless, she somehow ends of messaging me, though extremely unlikely. I’m curious to see how long her relationship lasts, and as of now, it’s probably have lasted about 5-7 months now. I don’t expect to ever remember me, and I don’t expect myself to fall for her again, only to put myself into that dangerous game once again.

It’s to the point where I love and I hate her, and I wish I could somehow erase every memory I have of her, but I know it’ll never happen, and the side effects of her love will continue to haunt me. How long? I don’t know, but I'm praying it’ll be over soon.

Like someone once said, it’s best to completely stay away from someone like this, and I’m also trying my best. Instead, I’m focusing more on myself. I have always been a bright student, and my college transcript looks phenomenal. I’m focusing on my family, personal improvements, and constantly making myself better in every way possible, like I always have but now even more strengthened. I apologize if this story of mine has been too long, but I thank anyone who will take their time to read this. I now realize that love is a drug, it will only do more harm than the good you may think it could bring with it. I want to thank everyone involved in this experience I’ve had, as I try to forget everything about her. Maybe one day we’ll meet again, although I don’t look forward to it, I'm sure as hell it’ll be an interesting moment...Thank you.
Tags: Broken, Sad, Hope, Hate, Love]]>
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Poem: She left by Andrew Nugent My heart is at ease
My eyes closed as you please
Then we had that one last kiss

A kiss of love so true
A kiss I don't want to be through
A kiss so unsure
A kiss so gentle to endure

My heart is yours
My love for you soars
Afraid to lose you
Wishing I could keep you
Knowing I can’t have you

This moment I wish I could save
This moment I become your slave
A kiss, one kiss, one last kiss
I let go, you’re gone
I am left to forever to brood in abyss
Tags: Goodbye, Heartbroken, Broken]]>
Tue, 03 Jul 2018 01:05:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/H0nY3IORV0Y/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3885 My heart is at ease
My eyes closed as you please
Then we had that one last kiss

A kiss of love so true
A kiss I don't want to be through
A kiss so unsure
A kiss so gentle to endure

My heart is yours
My love for you soars
Afraid to lose you
Wishing I could keep you
Knowing I can’t have you

This moment I wish I could save
This moment I become your slave
A kiss, one kiss, one last kiss
I let go, you’re gone
I am left to forever to brood in abyss
Tags: Goodbye, Heartbroken, Broken]]>
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Story: One-Sided Love by Caleb Jackson
One morning he was working on a project and saw her class go by his classroom, that day was the day her class was going to have a tour of the school. Around February the boy was attending a birthday party and the girl arrived, throughout that night, both of them talked and played around. He found out that night that the girl had a crush on him when they met at that party over the summer. A few days later, she came over to his house and they talked and joked around before she left. That night, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. After that night, they started texting each other everyday and stayed up late at night. Eventually the girl confessed to him that she had feelings for him, he was shocked and extremely nervous. He didn’t know what to say, a few months back, the girl he had been crushing on for years got a boyfriend, her boyfriend was a friend of his. Eventually she asked him out and he said yes, not out of pity, but out of how much he cared about her. Not long after, her friends started bombarding him with questions, he didn’t mind because they were his girlfriend’s friends. They weren’t able to hang out much, the boy couldn’t drive and she didn’t live within walking distance. When they had the chance, the boy felt happy for the first time in a long time, she made him feel happy and he loved her with all of his heart.

Though her friend thought he was cheesy, he meant every word he told her. She always called herself “Ugly”, “Stupid”, “Undeserving”, “Bratty” and more, but he always told her he never saw her that way. He told her it didn’t matter what she said she was or what she said about herself, he would always love her because she was always herself. As everyday passed, his love for her grew bigger and bigger and he really thought she was the one. He worked harder and took better care of himself because he never wanted her to worry about him. They shared their dreams, thoughts on the future, and more with each other. Her friend always asked him weird questions about the relationship, and he always answered honestly. He woke up every morning and told her “Good Morning”, he went to bed every night telling her “Good Night”. She was never off his mind, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Months went by, he loved her more than ever but she started talking to him less. He didn’t mind, he didn’t want to suffocate her. She started ignoring a few things he said, but he looked passed it because her friends and her were always talking.

Mother’s Day came around, he woke up and said “Good morning!” like he always had for the past few months, but got a text from her friend asking him about what he would do if him and his girlfriend were to break up. He answered honestly and she continued with questions on that subject. After a while, she told him “She might be breaking up with you soon, just a heads up”. He read that and his face dropped. She told him that his girlfriend found him to be too nice and cheesy for her and it was too much. He couldn’t understand, he didn’t know why. Her friend told him that his girlfriend wanted someone more mature. He was hit with waves of emotions, he went to church with nothing but that conversation in his mind. He didn’t know what to think, he got on his knees and prayed for it to be a joke. As he got home, he had a short conversation with his girlfriend

Boy- Hey, I heard there was something you wanted to talk to me about.

Girl- Yeah...

Boy- Well, whatever you have to say, go ahead, I’m listening.

Girl- Listen, I’m being completely blunt here, but I don’t think this relationship is working out.

Boy- I know, I heard from [Friend’s Name]

Girl- oh, I’ll talk to her later about this, but I’m talking to you rn

Boy- if that’s all you have you say, ok I understand

Girl- Are you sure? You’re ok with this?

Boy- Thank you. Thank you for that small time of relief. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine after a while.

Girl- Ok

The next day, he asked her if she was ok and told her that even though they couldn’t be a couple anymore, they could still be friends. He got a text later from her friend telling him that she didn’t love him or wanted anything to do with him anymore. He was heartbroken, he still really loved her and she didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. He spiraled into depression and he cried from time to time, every time someone mentioned her name, he fought back the tears. He told her he was fine but he lied, he didn’t want her to get back with him because of pity. He questioned if she ever really loved or cared about him, he thought if she cared about the relationship at all, she would’ve tried to work it out and talk to him, instead of just leaving. His was never really the same after the breakup, He smiled less, woke up feeling like he had no purpose, put on a fake smile everyday at school, laughing wasn’t really the same, and became very void of emotions. The breakup broke him mentally, he wasn’t really ever happy, sad, or angry. One day he asked a close friend “Which is worse, feeling sad or feeling nothing after a sad event?”. His friend told him that feeling nothing was worse, he thought the same. I wished every night she could’ve told me everything herself, maybe I wouldn’t be in so much pain. I still love her and still can’t stop thinking about her. My only sin was loving too much. If you ever read this, I’m so sorry.
Tags: Heartbroken, Love, Sadness, True Story]]>
Mon, 02 Jul 2018 21:25:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/sZ0NtqGPYpQ/sad_story.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_story.php?id=3440
One morning he was working on a project and saw her class go by his classroom, that day was the day her class was going to have a tour of the school. Around February the boy was attending a birthday party and the girl arrived, throughout that night, both of them talked and played around. He found out that night that the girl had a crush on him when they met at that party over the summer. A few days later, she came over to his house and they talked and joked around before she left. That night, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. After that night, they started texting each other everyday and stayed up late at night. Eventually the girl confessed to him that she had feelings for him, he was shocked and extremely nervous. He didn’t know what to say, a few months back, the girl he had been crushing on for years got a boyfriend, her boyfriend was a friend of his. Eventually she asked him out and he said yes, not out of pity, but out of how much he cared about her. Not long after, her friends started bombarding him with questions, he didn’t mind because they were his girlfriend’s friends. They weren’t able to hang out much, the boy couldn’t drive and she didn’t live within walking distance. When they had the chance, the boy felt happy for the first time in a long time, she made him feel happy and he loved her with all of his heart.

Though her friend thought he was cheesy, he meant every word he told her. She always called herself “Ugly”, “Stupid”, “Undeserving”, “Bratty” and more, but he always told her he never saw her that way. He told her it didn’t matter what she said she was or what she said about herself, he would always love her because she was always herself. As everyday passed, his love for her grew bigger and bigger and he really thought she was the one. He worked harder and took better care of himself because he never wanted her to worry about him. They shared their dreams, thoughts on the future, and more with each other. Her friend always asked him weird questions about the relationship, and he always answered honestly. He woke up every morning and told her “Good Morning”, he went to bed every night telling her “Good Night”. She was never off his mind, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Months went by, he loved her more than ever but she started talking to him less. He didn’t mind, he didn’t want to suffocate her. She started ignoring a few things he said, but he looked passed it because her friends and her were always talking.

Mother’s Day came around, he woke up and said “Good morning!” like he always had for the past few months, but got a text from her friend asking him about what he would do if him and his girlfriend were to break up. He answered honestly and she continued with questions on that subject. After a while, she told him “She might be breaking up with you soon, just a heads up”. He read that and his face dropped. She told him that his girlfriend found him to be too nice and cheesy for her and it was too much. He couldn’t understand, he didn’t know why. Her friend told him that his girlfriend wanted someone more mature. He was hit with waves of emotions, he went to church with nothing but that conversation in his mind. He didn’t know what to think, he got on his knees and prayed for it to be a joke. As he got home, he had a short conversation with his girlfriend

Boy- Hey, I heard there was something you wanted to talk to me about.

Girl- Yeah...

Boy- Well, whatever you have to say, go ahead, I’m listening.

Girl- Listen, I’m being completely blunt here, but I don’t think this relationship is working out.

Boy- I know, I heard from [Friend’s Name]

Girl- oh, I’ll talk to her later about this, but I’m talking to you rn

Boy- if that’s all you have you say, ok I understand

Girl- Are you sure? You’re ok with this?

Boy- Thank you. Thank you for that small time of relief. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine after a while.

Girl- Ok

The next day, he asked her if she was ok and told her that even though they couldn’t be a couple anymore, they could still be friends. He got a text later from her friend telling him that she didn’t love him or wanted anything to do with him anymore. He was heartbroken, he still really loved her and she didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. He spiraled into depression and he cried from time to time, every time someone mentioned her name, he fought back the tears. He told her he was fine but he lied, he didn’t want her to get back with him because of pity. He questioned if she ever really loved or cared about him, he thought if she cared about the relationship at all, she would’ve tried to work it out and talk to him, instead of just leaving. His was never really the same after the breakup, He smiled less, woke up feeling like he had no purpose, put on a fake smile everyday at school, laughing wasn’t really the same, and became very void of emotions. The breakup broke him mentally, he wasn’t really ever happy, sad, or angry. One day he asked a close friend “Which is worse, feeling sad or feeling nothing after a sad event?”. His friend told him that feeling nothing was worse, he thought the same. I wished every night she could’ve told me everything herself, maybe I wouldn’t be in so much pain. I still love her and still can’t stop thinking about her. My only sin was loving too much. If you ever read this, I’m so sorry.
Tags: Heartbroken, Love, Sadness, True Story]]>
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Poem: DADDY! by Andrew Nugent And I’m sorry
Sorry I didn’t make more of an effort to be a good son
Sorry I haven’t always been there for the girls
Sorry I always got into trouble
Sorry I didn't bother to make something of my life
Sorry, that I failed you
And I hope one day you'll open your arms and give me one last hug,
to symbolize your forgiveness.
Tags: Loser, Faliure]]>
Mon, 02 Jul 2018 01:00:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/7e2hkJgXNeI/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3884 And I’m sorry
Sorry I didn’t make more of an effort to be a good son
Sorry I haven’t always been there for the girls
Sorry I always got into trouble
Sorry I didn't bother to make something of my life
Sorry, that I failed you
And I hope one day you'll open your arms and give me one last hug,
to symbolize your forgiveness.
Tags: Loser, Faliure]]>
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Story: I Wanted You by lonely1227
A girl with the screen name Puppy messaged me, and she asked what my name was. I am a guy, and I have always identified as one. In that moment, I decided to reply that my name was Kate. Girls were more popular, more likable, able to make friends. That's how I always saw it, anyways.

Puppy and I became close quickly, and she introduced me to a new room for a video game we both played. It was quieter, less activity, but there was still excitement throughout. I had never actually played this video game with the online feature, but here I was, socializing as Kate. People greeted me with kind words, and I was happy.

I eventually talked to a guy with the screen name Mx. He was quiet and didn't type a lot in the main chat. He and I were similar in that way, and that's why he decided to message me. We used the same character and he wanted to train me and make me stronger. I agreed, under the persona of Kate, and we began to train everyday online together. This was done for about 2 months, and he decided to ask for my number so we could talk. I was scared, and I knew that it was hopeless to try and lie to him. My brain knew that what I was doing was wrong, deceitful, but I gave him my parent's landline.

Another thing to note is that I was 12 during this time. He never gave his age, but he did show me a picture of "him". I have no idea if it really was a true image of him or a stock image. When the phone rang I didn't want to answer, but I did. He believed I was a teenage girl named Kate, and we talked from dusk until dawn. We kept calling every night, and I laughed with him and made memories.

We had random conversations about food, our dreams, our passions and everything in between. We began dating shortly after our third phone call. This lasted for about 4 or 5 months. I learned much more about Mx during these months: He lived in North Carolina, his name was Floyd, his birthday is May 14th, his mom had an unspecified illness and he had never had eggplant Parmesan. I gave some true facts about myself, but I also lied about some of my life. I admitted I had been abused before, that I liked to sing, I loved video games and my mother didn't have an illness. I lied about being 16, being a female, living in Canada previously and my real name.

I had felt wanted during these months, and I felt warmth in my body. Love had come into my life, and it had taken me completely. Sadly, my parents found out about what was happening between us, and they believed he was a grown man. They cut me off from electronics completely, and I was devastated. I was experiencing love, overjoy, for the first time in a long while.

It got taken from me, and I blame myself. I lied about my identity, and I hurt Floyd in the process. I decided that I was to shut out everyone, and I began isolation again. When it came around to his birthday, I had gotten my electronics back.

I knew that it was wrong to call him, but I did it anyway. I wanted him to know I still cared. When he answered, he was asking what had happened, and if I was okay. I told him happy birthday, and my parents were being strict with me and that's why I left. He wanted to talk to me, and I felt his worry and angst in his words. I decided to make an excuse and end the phone call. He asked if I would call again, and I didn't answer and hung up.

After this, I went through suicide attempts, self harm and developed bulimia. I went in and out of behavioral hospitals, and it has been difficult to get away from all of this issues. I still push people away because I don't want to hurt them by leaving them in the end. I avoid friendships to protect myself as well, and I suffer from it. I choose to be alone, but I have enough interaction to make myself happy.

In 2016, I reached out to Floyd on social media, and he answered me with questions. Where have you been? Is everything okay? I didn't expect him to remember me at all. I told him about my suicide attempts and everything after, and he was silent. I told him that I wasn't actually who I said I was, and he was confused. Once again, I chose to lie and say I was actually 13 when we met, and that I was now 16. I still remained as Kate, and I asked if he would forgive me. He said he would if I stopped cutting, and I promised him.

I haven't spoken to him since, and I think that's for the better. I have caused my own issues, and I have lied to myself by saying that he abandoned me. I was the one who left, who hurt him and caused him worry. I have tricked myself into making myself a victim, and I am trying to break free from this.

I struggle with cutting and suicide, but it does not revolve around Floyd any longer. I have gained many branches of sorrow from that experience, and they have made my life difficult. Today, I still avoid people. I am still on medication, and I have therapy as well. Someday I hope that I am able to fully be honest with myself and with others. For now, I'll work on making things better in my life. Thank you.
Tags: Long Distance, Abandoned, Lies, Abuse, Online, Love Story, Love]]>
Sun, 01 Jul 2018 21:20:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/fkP5eNO_MlQ/sad_story.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_story.php?id=3439
A girl with the screen name Puppy messaged me, and she asked what my name was. I am a guy, and I have always identified as one. In that moment, I decided to reply that my name was Kate. Girls were more popular, more likable, able to make friends. That's how I always saw it, anyways.

Puppy and I became close quickly, and she introduced me to a new room for a video game we both played. It was quieter, less activity, but there was still excitement throughout. I had never actually played this video game with the online feature, but here I was, socializing as Kate. People greeted me with kind words, and I was happy.

I eventually talked to a guy with the screen name Mx. He was quiet and didn't type a lot in the main chat. He and I were similar in that way, and that's why he decided to message me. We used the same character and he wanted to train me and make me stronger. I agreed, under the persona of Kate, and we began to train everyday online together. This was done for about 2 months, and he decided to ask for my number so we could talk. I was scared, and I knew that it was hopeless to try and lie to him. My brain knew that what I was doing was wrong, deceitful, but I gave him my parent's landline.

Another thing to note is that I was 12 during this time. He never gave his age, but he did show me a picture of "him". I have no idea if it really was a true image of him or a stock image. When the phone rang I didn't want to answer, but I did. He believed I was a teenage girl named Kate, and we talked from dusk until dawn. We kept calling every night, and I laughed with him and made memories.

We had random conversations about food, our dreams, our passions and everything in between. We began dating shortly after our third phone call. This lasted for about 4 or 5 months. I learned much more about Mx during these months: He lived in North Carolina, his name was Floyd, his birthday is May 14th, his mom had an unspecified illness and he had never had eggplant Parmesan. I gave some true facts about myself, but I also lied about some of my life. I admitted I had been abused before, that I liked to sing, I loved video games and my mother didn't have an illness. I lied about being 16, being a female, living in Canada previously and my real name.

I had felt wanted during these months, and I felt warmth in my body. Love had come into my life, and it had taken me completely. Sadly, my parents found out about what was happening between us, and they believed he was a grown man. They cut me off from electronics completely, and I was devastated. I was experiencing love, overjoy, for the first time in a long while.

It got taken from me, and I blame myself. I lied about my identity, and I hurt Floyd in the process. I decided that I was to shut out everyone, and I began isolation again. When it came around to his birthday, I had gotten my electronics back.

I knew that it was wrong to call him, but I did it anyway. I wanted him to know I still cared. When he answered, he was asking what had happened, and if I was okay. I told him happy birthday, and my parents were being strict with me and that's why I left. He wanted to talk to me, and I felt his worry and angst in his words. I decided to make an excuse and end the phone call. He asked if I would call again, and I didn't answer and hung up.

After this, I went through suicide attempts, self harm and developed bulimia. I went in and out of behavioral hospitals, and it has been difficult to get away from all of this issues. I still push people away because I don't want to hurt them by leaving them in the end. I avoid friendships to protect myself as well, and I suffer from it. I choose to be alone, but I have enough interaction to make myself happy.

In 2016, I reached out to Floyd on social media, and he answered me with questions. Where have you been? Is everything okay? I didn't expect him to remember me at all. I told him about my suicide attempts and everything after, and he was silent. I told him that I wasn't actually who I said I was, and he was confused. Once again, I chose to lie and say I was actually 13 when we met, and that I was now 16. I still remained as Kate, and I asked if he would forgive me. He said he would if I stopped cutting, and I promised him.

I haven't spoken to him since, and I think that's for the better. I have caused my own issues, and I have lied to myself by saying that he abandoned me. I was the one who left, who hurt him and caused him worry. I have tricked myself into making myself a victim, and I am trying to break free from this.

I struggle with cutting and suicide, but it does not revolve around Floyd any longer. I have gained many branches of sorrow from that experience, and they have made my life difficult. Today, I still avoid people. I am still on medication, and I have therapy as well. Someday I hope that I am able to fully be honest with myself and with others. For now, I'll work on making things better in my life. Thank you.
Tags: Long Distance, Abandoned, Lies, Abuse, Online, Love Story, Love]]>
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Poem: Just another prop by Rimantas I finaly died inside
With this my demons
Have finally found their way back

I tried to run from them
Hide from them
But lastly I was the one
That showed them how to come back

But you made it worse
Ten maybe hundred times worser
I tried to live in peace
But you cursed me

With your smile
That beautiful bright smile
With your eyes
Those unpolished little diamond eyes
You where the one
That made my heart weaker
The one
That made me a light seeker
When I was stuck in the darkness
With no way of going back

But now look what happened
I'm even deeper down
In this shit hole
Guess that's my life from now

My lifes biggest mistake is
That I fallen in love
I should have know
That there's no going back

I should have kept it
My frozen stone heart
But you convinced me
TO give some warmth a start

And that was mistake
That I unfroze my heart
Look at me now
I'm just ready to die

I could cry non stop
But I have to keep living
So what's the point in crying
If I'm just another prop

In your lifes movie
That you direct
You didn't give me the promised main role
All you gave me is a raptured soul

But no worries
It always was black as coal
And instead of a heart
Now I have a black hole

But not everything's bad
I killed my inner being
So now I can be considered
Simply a demon

But not for long
This will end so soon
Guess I'm heading to devil
'Cuz heavens seems doesn't like fools

Just one cut on a wrist
One rope hangs from a ceiling
Don't be so agile
Life is so frigile

Guess now I'm done
There's nothing left to say
So this is the final goodbye
I'll never see you again
Tags: Heartbroken, Heartbreak, Sad Love, Crying, Loneliness, Demons, Lost, Broken Heart]]>
Wed, 13 Jun 2018 23:50:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/TUVX7pHqx8E/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3883 I finaly died inside
With this my demons
Have finally found their way back

I tried to run from them
Hide from them
But lastly I was the one
That showed them how to come back

But you made it worse
Ten maybe hundred times worser
I tried to live in peace
But you cursed me

With your smile
That beautiful bright smile
With your eyes
Those unpolished little diamond eyes
You where the one
That made my heart weaker
The one
That made me a light seeker
When I was stuck in the darkness
With no way of going back

But now look what happened
I'm even deeper down
In this shit hole
Guess that's my life from now

My lifes biggest mistake is
That I fallen in love
I should have know
That there's no going back

I should have kept it
My frozen stone heart
But you convinced me
TO give some warmth a start

And that was mistake
That I unfroze my heart
Look at me now
I'm just ready to die

I could cry non stop
But I have to keep living
So what's the point in crying
If I'm just another prop

In your lifes movie
That you direct
You didn't give me the promised main role
All you gave me is a raptured soul

But no worries
It always was black as coal
And instead of a heart
Now I have a black hole

But not everything's bad
I killed my inner being
So now I can be considered
Simply a demon

But not for long
This will end so soon
Guess I'm heading to devil
'Cuz heavens seems doesn't like fools

Just one cut on a wrist
One rope hangs from a ceiling
Don't be so agile
Life is so frigile

Guess now I'm done
There's nothing left to say
So this is the final goodbye
I'll never see you again
Tags: Heartbroken, Heartbreak, Sad Love, Crying, Loneliness, Demons, Lost, Broken Heart]]>
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Poem: Life by Rimantas You feel like you're lost
Sometimes in life
You feel like you did the most

But it's not going your way
It's falling apart
But you forgot one thing
That you always have to try

Don't lose your goals
Don't forget what's important
If you do that
You won't be forgoten

You will get your reward
You will get your celebration
But never forget
What you did to earn you celebration

You didn't give up
You always moved forward
But if that's all you wanted
Then why did you bother?

Your life should be more meaningful
Your life should be worth more
Then a glass of champane
And words "I love you more"

If she's your goal
That congratiolations you won it
But other then that
Is it really what you wanted?

If you wanted a girl just to be cool
You should have given up you fool
That's not a goal
That's just a fantasy
When will you learn
That your life is a tragedy

Real goals should be something more then a kiss
Then a glass of champane
Then a celabration how you did this
Goals should make your life hard
Make your life a living misery
'Cuz that's the only way
You could feel the ecstasy

Goals should try to make you give up
Goals should thoughen you
And when you beat them
You shouldn't be happy too

You should be worried
You should be afraid
Did you choose something
That was way to lame

How could you reach it?
How did you do it?
That shouldn't be impossible
But here you come and do it.

Goals should be like that
They should make you feel terrible
And when it's all over
You wouldn't be as terrible

So don't forget to try
Do the impossible
And make people wonder
How is that possible

Never forget to try just a little more then you are trying
And maybe that will make your life worth living a while
Tags: Life, Goals, Trying, Try, Giving Up]]>
Tue, 12 Jun 2018 23:45:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/RXhmC8byomQ/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3882 You feel like you're lost
Sometimes in life
You feel like you did the most

But it's not going your way
It's falling apart
But you forgot one thing
That you always have to try

Don't lose your goals
Don't forget what's important
If you do that
You won't be forgoten

You will get your reward
You will get your celebration
But never forget
What you did to earn you celebration

You didn't give up
You always moved forward
But if that's all you wanted
Then why did you bother?

Your life should be more meaningful
Your life should be worth more
Then a glass of champane
And words "I love you more"

If she's your goal
That congratiolations you won it
But other then that
Is it really what you wanted?

If you wanted a girl just to be cool
You should have given up you fool
That's not a goal
That's just a fantasy
When will you learn
That your life is a tragedy

Real goals should be something more then a kiss
Then a glass of champane
Then a celabration how you did this
Goals should make your life hard
Make your life a living misery
'Cuz that's the only way
You could feel the ecstasy

Goals should try to make you give up
Goals should thoughen you
And when you beat them
You shouldn't be happy too

You should be worried
You should be afraid
Did you choose something
That was way to lame

How could you reach it?
How did you do it?
That shouldn't be impossible
But here you come and do it.

Goals should be like that
They should make you feel terrible
And when it's all over
You wouldn't be as terrible

So don't forget to try
Do the impossible
And make people wonder
How is that possible

Never forget to try just a little more then you are trying
And maybe that will make your life worth living a while
Tags: Life, Goals, Trying, Try, Giving Up]]>
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Poem: My Curse and Blessing by chris My mind which keeps addressing
The flaws I see within myself
I ponder them, I study them
Crucially I examine
And a fix is still not revealed.
Do I subject myself to interrogation
By some apathetic, crocodile tears performing person?
Do I then gratefully accept the rainbow hues of my medication?
That may mayhap change me for the better
But which will change the person standing, staring in the mirror.
Should I instead risk the chance of slicing and dicing
Just to feel alive?

Death is not what I wish but how can I love life
If I never know the struggle to survive,
Risk the chance that I could be discovered and sentenced
To a sterile prison where my sanity may be revived
I think not, for either choice isn't really an option
I want to stay me, without attracting more pity
And imprisonment or a new personality adoption
Is still not a fix.

I need a receipt like those you get on Christmas or your birthday
Just in case the clothes don't fit,
I need it bad I need it now
So I can return and get the me that that will be me
But me as I am or was without these flaws;
It's a curse and a blessing to know they're there
At least I'm aware and trying to repair
Because so many just surrender, and dwell
Sinking deeper into the cracks
Where happiness and enjoyment of pleasures are repelled,
I'm trying to be fixed but the worry that plagues me
Is that I might become Theseus's ship.
Is there a way to rid these flaws from my person
Before they cause the mechanics of who I am to worsen
Or shall I be forever hoping they do not hamper things
For they are not the kind you would be searching for in diamonds
To set within a golden ring.
Tags: Confusion]]>
Mon, 11 Jun 2018 23:40:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/jg7TdShk0l0/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3880 My mind which keeps addressing
The flaws I see within myself
I ponder them, I study them
Crucially I examine
And a fix is still not revealed.
Do I subject myself to interrogation
By some apathetic, crocodile tears performing person?
Do I then gratefully accept the rainbow hues of my medication?
That may mayhap change me for the better
But which will change the person standing, staring in the mirror.
Should I instead risk the chance of slicing and dicing
Just to feel alive?

Death is not what I wish but how can I love life
If I never know the struggle to survive,
Risk the chance that I could be discovered and sentenced
To a sterile prison where my sanity may be revived
I think not, for either choice isn't really an option
I want to stay me, without attracting more pity
And imprisonment or a new personality adoption
Is still not a fix.

I need a receipt like those you get on Christmas or your birthday
Just in case the clothes don't fit,
I need it bad I need it now
So I can return and get the me that that will be me
But me as I am or was without these flaws;
It's a curse and a blessing to know they're there
At least I'm aware and trying to repair
Because so many just surrender, and dwell
Sinking deeper into the cracks
Where happiness and enjoyment of pleasures are repelled,
I'm trying to be fixed but the worry that plagues me
Is that I might become Theseus's ship.
Is there a way to rid these flaws from my person
Before they cause the mechanics of who I am to worsen
Or shall I be forever hoping they do not hamper things
For they are not the kind you would be searching for in diamonds
To set within a golden ring.
Tags: Confusion]]>
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Story: Losing my best friend to love by Shae Fitzpatrick
I remember it like it was yesterday. I met the only person i would ever consider a true friend. We are both in the cadets at the same squadron and at the beginning of the training year, we had an FTX. FTX is like a squadron wide survival activity. The squadron made a mistake and placed me in the wrong flight. A flight is a group of cadets, usually about 20 or so. Anyways, we divided into our flights to go build our camp for the night. As a senior cadet I was too busy managing all the younger cadets to notice her at first. But as things started to calm down, and bedtime was approaching, I noticed her. The most beautiful girl in the entire squadron. Me being my normal awkward self was all awkward talking to her, meanwhile I was thinking “this chick is actually kinda hot.” Later to find out that she had a boyfriend. I was crushed. Cut me some slack, I was 16. Anyways, i ended up staying awake all night talking to her and fell more and more in love with her with every word she spoke. There is a rule at FTX that you need to have a buddy buddy to go to the bathroom and stuff with, in case you trip on a root and fall unconscious or something. When I needed to go, she immediately volunteered to be my buddy buddy. Eventually the FTX ended and it was time to go home. I didnt think of her as a friend at this point, just another person I had a good conversation with. Little did I know it would evolve into the best friendship I ever had.

Anyways, after we arrived home, I found all sorts of excuses to talk to her. All relating to cadets, id ask random questions that I already knew the answer to, and eventually questions became conversations and conversations became jokes. And all this eventually became a friendship. Fast forward a month or so and she told me that she wanted to go to a basketball tournament with the squadron but she wasn't on the team. She wanted to watch and see her summer camp friends who were gonna be there and she hasn't seen in forever. She asked me if I wanted to go with her. I has a mandatory class for flight training that day. I skipped it to take her. She was delighted that id make a sacrifice for her like that, especially since she knew how set my heart was on getting my pilots license. Anyways, the trip started very awkwardly. I sat with a seat in between us on the bus and eventually I started to sit closer… Always wondering if I was doing the right thing. Eventually at this basketball tournament, I acted all protective of her when this dude from another squadron was throwing a tennis ball at her. We started calling him russian guy (remember him, he's important).

Fast forward another month and my squadron had a dance to celebrate Christmas and on the last song of the night, I asked her to dance, without even realizing it somehow (long story, dont ask). Anyways she was reluctant at first, gave me this look but eventually agreed. She was in a beautiful red dress with a heart necklace. Her hair was up in a bun and she was the most beautiful girl i've ever seen. We slow danced to all of me by john legend, my hands on her waist and hers on my shoulders. After that, she swiftly went to the bathroom and ignored my existence completely while I helped clean up and pick up garbage from the mini potluck that happened before the dance. Eventually her ex boyfriend who is also in the same squadron as us, who she broke up with the day after she returned from FTX; the day after she met me, approached me and asked if I was going to walk her home. I asked if I should and he told me no. So I reluctantly took his advice and continued getting ready to leave. As I was waiting for my mom to show up to pick me up, I saw that she was walking home with her ex walking right next to her. So it started to raise my suspicion level a bit but I realized that maybe they were walking at the same pace. Until he reached over and started carrying her bag. Again, I was crushed but more confused than anything. She had spent time talking shit about him to me and that same night he had danced with another girl. I texted her later and acted as if everything was alright but it wasn't. I had developed some strong feeling for this girl at this point, she wasn't just a stupid high school crush anymore, she was more than that, I’d go as far to say the one for me, my one true love, to the point that I didn't even look at other girls anymore, she was the only girl in the world for me and so seeing her with another man; her ex of all people just crushed me. But I let it go. Eventually I asked her if I had done the right thing by dancing with her and she said that she loved it. It was my first slow dance and I had no idea what I was doing but apparently I did it right. More time passed and we chilled a lot over the christmas break. I learned a lot about her over this time and when cadets started again I only started to go to the mandatory training nights to be with her. I wanted to be the best at everything and have the best uniform to impress her because she was the best at everything in cadets. It started a little fun rivalry between us. Meanwhile everyone was joking that her and i were dating and asking questions. All because of the slow dance, which was starting to annoy her a bit.

In january, I started to develop some really bad depression for no reason at all and told her about it. I was inches from ending my own life so many times and every time I would tell her and she would do or say something to prevent me from following through. Shes the reason im alive today. I eventually started to help her through every issue she had in her own life no matter how tired I was. I always made time for her. I always acted gentlemanly towards her, I always spoke politely to her and complimented her often. I felt like I owed my life to her because she saved it so many times. When march rolled around, I was spending so much time with her, we became gym buddies and went often. But I also got jealous any time she went out with another friend (boy or girl) and it was eating away at me. One time we went out for burgers and talked for 4 hours straight at the restaurant right until closing time when they kicked us out. I had the best time of my life… we spoke about romantic things, silly things, personal things, it was truly a magical night. She told me everything from her physical insecurities to her past. This was the week before she left for italy... The week she was away was the hardest time for me because i’d text her and she'd go online and go offline a minute later, without even opening the message and I had very little contact with her throughout the week. so to keep myself entertained, i did other things to keep myself from gling insane. One thing i did was post on my snapchat story a little game where people would snap back a person i would make a perfect couple with and if the name came up 3 times id talk to her. Of course many people said her. Everyone wanted the 2 of us to date, as if we were made for eachother.

There was a region wide dance for all cadets coming up the week after she got back from italy. A couple of weeks before she left, I had asked her to be my date to which she agreed. This is where my world collapsed… remember russian guy? Well she told me after agreeing to be my date that she promised him a dance. I was jealous and felt like it was wrong that she would dance with another guy while being my date. I was sacrificing a trip to ottawa that included everything I was interested in like aviation and military stuff to go to this dance with her, the least she could do was dedicate herself to me alone. So I continued to think about this and got more depressed about it. Eventually a mutual friend of ours told me something she told them that made my heart break. Apparently she said she wasn't that into the dance at all. And that she didnt care about what happens as long as shes going with someone, no matter who it is. This was the last straw. I couldn't take it anymore. I confessed my feelings to her and asked if there was any way anything would happen between the 2 of us. When she said no I proceeded to confront her about all the things i've heard and everything I've kept bottled up for so long. Her response was to turn the tables and play the victim card and throw away our friendship. I apologized profusely for everything. I didn't even know what exactly I was apologizing for because deep down I knew I did nothing wrong. I loved her so much. Too much. I wanted her and me to happen and so did everyone else. I couldn't keep it in, and it cost me the best friend I ever had. Eventually I stopped apologizing and trying to make everything better. I realized that she did the same thing to a few other people in the past for different reasons and realized that if she wanted our friendship to continue then it would have already. I told her everything, from how it was all her fault to how its not a crime to have feeling to how I knew about what she did to those other people to how I have no more feelings for her anymore to how she's the reason I started cutting myself. I'm still struggling with depression to this day and many times i've felt on the verge of suicide. Its hard to deal with without her by my side. Even after she promised she’d never abandon me. All these inside jokes and great times and sacrifices on both ends for nothing. I sacrificed money, time, energy, etc. For her and she sacrificed her emotional state, and time for me too. I really thought we’d last forever.

I made a couple of friends since I lost her but none are as good as she was. We aren't on speaking terms anymore and it's tough seeing her every week at cadets. I cry every night over missing her and feel worse and worse every day. She left me at my worst point for the dumbest reason... because I loved her. Now my life consists of trying to figure out how to get revenge and coexisting with her awkwardly. She's hosting a party at her house soon for the drill team at our squadron to which I was invited as I am on the drill team but it's going to be very awkward. I don't want to go, mainly because its her house and she probably told her parents everything and twisted it to make me look bad. And in a couple of weeks we have our next FTX. I wonder how that's going to play out… I guess we will see. The moral of the story is this: Never fall in love with your best friend if you can help it because it will lead to lots of heartache and late nights crying in bed about him/her, it will change you, the emotions that once existed will be wiped, the world will become grey. Nothing will matter anymore.
Tags: Depression, Love, Love Hurts, Love Story, Friendship, Broken Heart, Regret, Broken Friendship, True Story, Tr]]>
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I remember it like it was yesterday. I met the only person i would ever consider a true friend. We are both in the cadets at the same squadron and at the beginning of the training year, we had an FTX. FTX is like a squadron wide survival activity. The squadron made a mistake and placed me in the wrong flight. A flight is a group of cadets, usually about 20 or so. Anyways, we divided into our flights to go build our camp for the night. As a senior cadet I was too busy managing all the younger cadets to notice her at first. But as things started to calm down, and bedtime was approaching, I noticed her. The most beautiful girl in the entire squadron. Me being my normal awkward self was all awkward talking to her, meanwhile I was thinking “this chick is actually kinda hot.” Later to find out that she had a boyfriend. I was crushed. Cut me some slack, I was 16. Anyways, i ended up staying awake all night talking to her and fell more and more in love with her with every word she spoke. There is a rule at FTX that you need to have a buddy buddy to go to the bathroom and stuff with, in case you trip on a root and fall unconscious or something. When I needed to go, she immediately volunteered to be my buddy buddy. Eventually the FTX ended and it was time to go home. I didnt think of her as a friend at this point, just another person I had a good conversation with. Little did I know it would evolve into the best friendship I ever had.

Anyways, after we arrived home, I found all sorts of excuses to talk to her. All relating to cadets, id ask random questions that I already knew the answer to, and eventually questions became conversations and conversations became jokes. And all this eventually became a friendship. Fast forward a month or so and she told me that she wanted to go to a basketball tournament with the squadron but she wasn't on the team. She wanted to watch and see her summer camp friends who were gonna be there and she hasn't seen in forever. She asked me if I wanted to go with her. I has a mandatory class for flight training that day. I skipped it to take her. She was delighted that id make a sacrifice for her like that, especially since she knew how set my heart was on getting my pilots license. Anyways, the trip started very awkwardly. I sat with a seat in between us on the bus and eventually I started to sit closer… Always wondering if I was doing the right thing. Eventually at this basketball tournament, I acted all protective of her when this dude from another squadron was throwing a tennis ball at her. We started calling him russian guy (remember him, he's important).

Fast forward another month and my squadron had a dance to celebrate Christmas and on the last song of the night, I asked her to dance, without even realizing it somehow (long story, dont ask). Anyways she was reluctant at first, gave me this look but eventually agreed. She was in a beautiful red dress with a heart necklace. Her hair was up in a bun and she was the most beautiful girl i've ever seen. We slow danced to all of me by john legend, my hands on her waist and hers on my shoulders. After that, she swiftly went to the bathroom and ignored my existence completely while I helped clean up and pick up garbage from the mini potluck that happened before the dance. Eventually her ex boyfriend who is also in the same squadron as us, who she broke up with the day after she returned from FTX; the day after she met me, approached me and asked if I was going to walk her home. I asked if I should and he told me no. So I reluctantly took his advice and continued getting ready to leave. As I was waiting for my mom to show up to pick me up, I saw that she was walking home with her ex walking right next to her. So it started to raise my suspicion level a bit but I realized that maybe they were walking at the same pace. Until he reached over and started carrying her bag. Again, I was crushed but more confused than anything. She had spent time talking shit about him to me and that same night he had danced with another girl. I texted her later and acted as if everything was alright but it wasn't. I had developed some strong feeling for this girl at this point, she wasn't just a stupid high school crush anymore, she was more than that, I’d go as far to say the one for me, my one true love, to the point that I didn't even look at other girls anymore, she was the only girl in the world for me and so seeing her with another man; her ex of all people just crushed me. But I let it go. Eventually I asked her if I had done the right thing by dancing with her and she said that she loved it. It was my first slow dance and I had no idea what I was doing but apparently I did it right. More time passed and we chilled a lot over the christmas break. I learned a lot about her over this time and when cadets started again I only started to go to the mandatory training nights to be with her. I wanted to be the best at everything and have the best uniform to impress her because she was the best at everything in cadets. It started a little fun rivalry between us. Meanwhile everyone was joking that her and i were dating and asking questions. All because of the slow dance, which was starting to annoy her a bit.

In january, I started to develop some really bad depression for no reason at all and told her about it. I was inches from ending my own life so many times and every time I would tell her and she would do or say something to prevent me from following through. Shes the reason im alive today. I eventually started to help her through every issue she had in her own life no matter how tired I was. I always made time for her. I always acted gentlemanly towards her, I always spoke politely to her and complimented her often. I felt like I owed my life to her because she saved it so many times. When march rolled around, I was spending so much time with her, we became gym buddies and went often. But I also got jealous any time she went out with another friend (boy or girl) and it was eating away at me. One time we went out for burgers and talked for 4 hours straight at the restaurant right until closing time when they kicked us out. I had the best time of my life… we spoke about romantic things, silly things, personal things, it was truly a magical night. She told me everything from her physical insecurities to her past. This was the week before she left for italy... The week she was away was the hardest time for me because i’d text her and she'd go online and go offline a minute later, without even opening the message and I had very little contact with her throughout the week. so to keep myself entertained, i did other things to keep myself from gling insane. One thing i did was post on my snapchat story a little game where people would snap back a person i would make a perfect couple with and if the name came up 3 times id talk to her. Of course many people said her. Everyone wanted the 2 of us to date, as if we were made for eachother.

There was a region wide dance for all cadets coming up the week after she got back from italy. A couple of weeks before she left, I had asked her to be my date to which she agreed. This is where my world collapsed… remember russian guy? Well she told me after agreeing to be my date that she promised him a dance. I was jealous and felt like it was wrong that she would dance with another guy while being my date. I was sacrificing a trip to ottawa that included everything I was interested in like aviation and military stuff to go to this dance with her, the least she could do was dedicate herself to me alone. So I continued to think about this and got more depressed about it. Eventually a mutual friend of ours told me something she told them that made my heart break. Apparently she said she wasn't that into the dance at all. And that she didnt care about what happens as long as shes going with someone, no matter who it is. This was the last straw. I couldn't take it anymore. I confessed my feelings to her and asked if there was any way anything would happen between the 2 of us. When she said no I proceeded to confront her about all the things i've heard and everything I've kept bottled up for so long. Her response was to turn the tables and play the victim card and throw away our friendship. I apologized profusely for everything. I didn't even know what exactly I was apologizing for because deep down I knew I did nothing wrong. I loved her so much. Too much. I wanted her and me to happen and so did everyone else. I couldn't keep it in, and it cost me the best friend I ever had. Eventually I stopped apologizing and trying to make everything better. I realized that she did the same thing to a few other people in the past for different reasons and realized that if she wanted our friendship to continue then it would have already. I told her everything, from how it was all her fault to how its not a crime to have feeling to how I knew about what she did to those other people to how I have no more feelings for her anymore to how she's the reason I started cutting myself. I'm still struggling with depression to this day and many times i've felt on the verge of suicide. Its hard to deal with without her by my side. Even after she promised she’d never abandon me. All these inside jokes and great times and sacrifices on both ends for nothing. I sacrificed money, time, energy, etc. For her and she sacrificed her emotional state, and time for me too. I really thought we’d last forever.

I made a couple of friends since I lost her but none are as good as she was. We aren't on speaking terms anymore and it's tough seeing her every week at cadets. I cry every night over missing her and feel worse and worse every day. She left me at my worst point for the dumbest reason... because I loved her. Now my life consists of trying to figure out how to get revenge and coexisting with her awkwardly. She's hosting a party at her house soon for the drill team at our squadron to which I was invited as I am on the drill team but it's going to be very awkward. I don't want to go, mainly because its her house and she probably told her parents everything and twisted it to make me look bad. And in a couple of weeks we have our next FTX. I wonder how that's going to play out… I guess we will see. The moral of the story is this: Never fall in love with your best friend if you can help it because it will lead to lots of heartache and late nights crying in bed about him/her, it will change you, the emotions that once existed will be wiped, the world will become grey. Nothing will matter anymore.
Tags: Depression, Love, Love Hurts, Love Story, Friendship, Broken Heart, Regret, Broken Friendship, True Story, Tr]]>
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Poem: Lies by Caleb Jackson Feelings like a heart beat skipping when I saw a simple twinkle in your eyes.
Every time I was with you, I could hear bells ring.
It was great, I enjoyed every moment with you. You said you did too, but it was a lie.

I put in the effort to be the best man for you, I wanted to see you smile.
I gave my heart to you, in hopes you would keep that in mind.
You said you loved me too, those words kept me happy for a while.
You said that you cared about me, that you would love me no matter what, but you lied.

You told me that every time you said “I love you” you meant it more.
You said that if I died, you would weep and cry.
You said to me that you loved me, but you threw me out the door.
Did you really mean everything you told me? All you did was lie.

Now, you don’t even want to think of me anymore.
You said many things to me, but they were lies.
I was walking down a road of thorns, for a flower that would never bloom.
I was really always loving alone, wasn’t I?
Tags: Heartbroken, Lies, Pain, True Story]]>
Sun, 10 Jun 2018 23:35:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/7nt5M24LZyo/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3879 Feelings like a heart beat skipping when I saw a simple twinkle in your eyes.
Every time I was with you, I could hear bells ring.
It was great, I enjoyed every moment with you. You said you did too, but it was a lie.

I put in the effort to be the best man for you, I wanted to see you smile.
I gave my heart to you, in hopes you would keep that in mind.
You said you loved me too, those words kept me happy for a while.
You said that you cared about me, that you would love me no matter what, but you lied.

You told me that every time you said “I love you” you meant it more.
You said that if I died, you would weep and cry.
You said to me that you loved me, but you threw me out the door.
Did you really mean everything you told me? All you did was lie.

Now, you don’t even want to think of me anymore.
You said many things to me, but they were lies.
I was walking down a road of thorns, for a flower that would never bloom.
I was really always loving alone, wasn’t I?
Tags: Heartbroken, Lies, Pain, True Story]]>
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Story: the story of me by loving man
when I was five I was bullied a lot because I was different. the next year I made my first friend. his name was Nolan sparks. he was the first person to be kind to me. the year I also had high blood pressure. I had quit soccer because I had to wear this heart monitor. me and Nolan split up after third grade. I had heart problem again. in the middle of fourth grade I was tired of being bullied, so I wrote a note threating them. they told so I got suspended. my "mother" pulled me out of school for 12 weeks. I was lonely. I misses people.

when I got back it turned out they missed me. my fifth grade year was when everything went to absolute shit. we had this dance like thing it was called the harvest hoedown. it was in October. this was the first year I was allowed to go. that weekend was the first time I experienced death. I last my dog Nikki she was 12 years old when she died. a few weeks later I was better. it was December 8th I learned that m7y grandfather had lung cancer. I didn't go see him because I was afraid that I would disappoint him. he was my hero. he drove plane that dropped the bomb on Hiroshima. he died the Friday before thanksgiving. I regret not going to go see him. January 31 my dog died. his name was poncho. he had cancer which was common for white boxers.

after all of that I started going to a therapist. I quit that after four months. I was about to give up until I met hunter. he changed my outlook on life. three years everything was going well. it was the summer before my first year of high school. my dog peanut died. he was the first dog I owned. he was my best friend. I gave up on school at that point. I had 7 girlfriend that year none of them made me feel anything except one. her name was Sydney. at first I thought she was a slut. but the more I got to know her the more I fell in love with her. two months after me and her hooked up. I took her to my apartment. that night I lost my virginity. three weeks later it turns out she was pregnant. I was freaked out and scared, but me and her talked things out. she was a month pregnant when was had a car crash. I was driving she lost the baby. I had to leave her. before you judge me If I would stayed I would have gotten blamed for all of it.

two later I went to a mental hospital. that where I met serena ferrera. she was amazing. I asked her out. then we made love to each other. this time I had a working condom. four weeks after we both got out because now we both had something to live for. we went back to live in my apartment. we dated for seven months when I ask her to marry me. three weeks later we had an argument. I slipped and said that the world would be better without her. she left that night.

that morning I went looking for her so I tracked her phone. it led me to this motel. there I found dead. she killed herself. I wasn't allowed at her funeral so I stayed back and watched. her family hates me. I blame myself on what happened. I became a alcoholic afterwards. that was a month ago.
this is a true story I need help. someone to talk to. I want a positive comments please.
Tags: Death, Depression, Susicide, Alcohism, Bullying]]>
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when I was five I was bullied a lot because I was different. the next year I made my first friend. his name was Nolan sparks. he was the first person to be kind to me. the year I also had high blood pressure. I had quit soccer because I had to wear this heart monitor. me and Nolan split up after third grade. I had heart problem again. in the middle of fourth grade I was tired of being bullied, so I wrote a note threating them. they told so I got suspended. my "mother" pulled me out of school for 12 weeks. I was lonely. I misses people.

when I got back it turned out they missed me. my fifth grade year was when everything went to absolute shit. we had this dance like thing it was called the harvest hoedown. it was in October. this was the first year I was allowed to go. that weekend was the first time I experienced death. I last my dog Nikki she was 12 years old when she died. a few weeks later I was better. it was December 8th I learned that m7y grandfather had lung cancer. I didn't go see him because I was afraid that I would disappoint him. he was my hero. he drove plane that dropped the bomb on Hiroshima. he died the Friday before thanksgiving. I regret not going to go see him. January 31 my dog died. his name was poncho. he had cancer which was common for white boxers.

after all of that I started going to a therapist. I quit that after four months. I was about to give up until I met hunter. he changed my outlook on life. three years everything was going well. it was the summer before my first year of high school. my dog peanut died. he was the first dog I owned. he was my best friend. I gave up on school at that point. I had 7 girlfriend that year none of them made me feel anything except one. her name was Sydney. at first I thought she was a slut. but the more I got to know her the more I fell in love with her. two months after me and her hooked up. I took her to my apartment. that night I lost my virginity. three weeks later it turns out she was pregnant. I was freaked out and scared, but me and her talked things out. she was a month pregnant when was had a car crash. I was driving she lost the baby. I had to leave her. before you judge me If I would stayed I would have gotten blamed for all of it.

two later I went to a mental hospital. that where I met serena ferrera. she was amazing. I asked her out. then we made love to each other. this time I had a working condom. four weeks after we both got out because now we both had something to live for. we went back to live in my apartment. we dated for seven months when I ask her to marry me. three weeks later we had an argument. I slipped and said that the world would be better without her. she left that night.

that morning I went looking for her so I tracked her phone. it led me to this motel. there I found dead. she killed herself. I wasn't allowed at her funeral so I stayed back and watched. her family hates me. I blame myself on what happened. I became a alcoholic afterwards. that was a month ago.
this is a true story I need help. someone to talk to. I want a positive comments please.
Tags: Death, Depression, Susicide, Alcohism, Bullying]]>
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Poem: And What Should I Do by Ramadhan Abdul Rahman While I'm Sitting in the middle of nowhere

Without You...
What Should I Do??

Somewhere through the time
I forgot to how to make you feel safe and fine
I forgot how to Hold your Heart close to mine

Watching my memories flying away
as it all about you

So What Should I Do??

Feeling You slipping away
Outside my day
Somehow I lost my way back home
In my empty soul I stand alone

Without You..
Tell Me What Should I Do??

You Screamed For me But I could hear your Sound
Yes I Guess I Let You Down
Now I Lost myself with you, and will never be found

I Let You Go
Never Knew how Much You Mean To Me
I Was Too Blind to See
I Never Knew till I Lost You

Please Tell Me What Should I Do??
To Be With You
Tags: Love, Heartbroken, Hope]]>
Sat, 09 Jun 2018 23:30:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/Rk4d4i3QmCo/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3878 While I'm Sitting in the middle of nowhere

Without You...
What Should I Do??

Somewhere through the time
I forgot to how to make you feel safe and fine
I forgot how to Hold your Heart close to mine

Watching my memories flying away
as it all about you

So What Should I Do??

Feeling You slipping away
Outside my day
Somehow I lost my way back home
In my empty soul I stand alone

Without You..
Tell Me What Should I Do??

You Screamed For me But I could hear your Sound
Yes I Guess I Let You Down
Now I Lost myself with you, and will never be found

I Let You Go
Never Knew how Much You Mean To Me
I Was Too Blind to See
I Never Knew till I Lost You

Please Tell Me What Should I Do??
To Be With You
Tags: Love, Heartbroken, Hope]]>
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Story: Indian Maiden by loving man
He went often to visit the spot where the women had buried her, and sat musing there, when, it was thought by some of his friends, he would have done better to try to amuse himself in the chase, or by diverting his thoughts in the warpath. But war and hunting had both lost their charms for him. His heart was already dead within him. He pushed aside both his war-club and his bow and arrows.

He had heard the old people say, that there was a path that led to the land of souls, and he determined to follow it. He accordingly set out, one morning, after having completed his preparations for the journey.

At first he hardly knew which way to go. He was only guided by the tradition that he must go south. For a while he could see no change in the face of the country. Forests, and hills, and valleys, and streams had the same looks which they wore in his native place.

There was snow on the ground when he set out, and it was sometimes seen to be piled and matted on the thick trees and bushes. At length it began to diminish, and finally disappeared. The forest assumed a more cheerful appearance, the leaves put forth their buds, and before he was aware of the completeness of the change, he found himself surrounded by spring.

He had left behind him the land of snow and ice. The air became mild, the dark clouds of winter had rolled away from the sky; a pure field of blue was above him, and as he went he saw flowers beside his path, and heard the songs of birds. By these signs he knew that he was going the right way, for they agreed with the traditions of his tribe.

At length he spied a path. It led him through a grove, then up a long and elevated ridge, on the very top of which he came to a lodge. At the door stood an old man, with white hair, whose eyes, though deeply sunk, had a fiery brilliancy. He had a long robe of skins thrown loosely around his shoulders, and a staff in his hands.

The young Chippewayan began to tell his story; but the venerable chief stopped him before he had proceeded to speak ten words.

“I have expected you,” he replied, “and had just risen to bid you welcome to my abode. She whom you seek passed here but a few days since, and being fatigued with her journey, rested herself here. Enter my lodge and be seated, and I will then satisfy your inquiries, and give you directions for your journey from this point.”

Having done this, they both issued forth to the lodge door.

“You see yonder gulf,” said he, “and the wide-stretching blue plains beyond. It is the land of souls. You stand upon its borders, and my lodge is the gate of entrance. But you can not take your body along. Leave it here with your bow and arrows, your bundle, and your dog. You will find them safe on your return.” So saying, he re-entered the lodge, and the freed traveler bounded forward as if his feet had suddenly been endowed with the power of wings.

But all things retained their natural colors and shapes. The woods and leaves, and streams and lakes, were only more bright and comely than he had ever witnessed. Animals bounded across his path, with a freedom and a confidence which seemed to tell him there was no blood shed here. Birds of beautiful plumage inhabited the groves, and sported in the waters. There was but one thing in which he saw a very unusual effect. He noticed that his passage was not stopped by trees or other objects. He appeared to walk directly through them. They were, in fact, but the souls or shadows of material trees. He became sensible that he was in a land of shadows.

When he had traveled half a day’s journey, through a country which was continually becoming more attractive, he came to the banks of a broad lake, in the center of which was a large and beautiful island. He found a canoe of shining white stone, tied to the shore. He was now sure that he had taken the right path, for the aged man had told him this. There were also shining paddles. He immediately entered the canoe, and took the paddles in his hands, when, to his joy and surprise, on turning round he beheld the object of his search in another canoe, exactly its counterpart in everything. She had exactly imitated his motions, and they were side by side.

They at once pushed out from shore and began to cross the lake. Its waves seemed to be rising, and at a distance looked ready to swallow them up; but just as they entered the whitened edge of them they seemed to melt away, as if they were but the images of waves. But no sooner was one wreath of foam passed, than another, more threatening still, arose.

Thus they were in perpetual fear; and what added to it, was the clearness of the water, through which they could see heaps of beings who had perished before, and whose bones lay strewed on the bottom of the lake. The Master of Life had, however, decreed to let them pass, for the actions of neither of them had been bad. But they saw many others struggling and sinking in the waves. Old and young of all ages and ranks, were there: some passed and some sank. It was only the little children whose canoes seemed to meet no waves.

At length every difficulty was gone, as in a moment, and they both leaped out on the happy island. They felt that the very air was food. It strengthened and nourished them. They wandered together over the blissful fields, where every thing was formed to please the eye and the ear. There were no tempests—there was no ice, no chilly winds—no one shivered for the want of warm clothes: no one suffered hunger—no one mourned for the dead. They saw no graves. They heard of no wars. There was no hunting of animals; for the air itself was their food. Gladly would the young warrior have remained there forever, but he was obliged to go back for his body. He did not see the Master of Life, but he heard his voice in a soft breeze.

“Go back,” said this voice, “to the land from whence you came. Your time has not yet come. The duties for which I made you, and which you are to perform, are not yet finished. Return to your people, and accomplish the duties of a good man. You will be the ruler of your tribe for many days. The rules you must observe will be told you by my messenger, who keeps the gate. When he surrenders back your body, he will tell you what to do. Listen to him and you shall afterward rejoin the spirit, which you must now leave behind. She is accepted and will be ever here, as young and as happy as she was when I first called her from the land of snows.”

When this voice ceased, the narrator awoke. It was all the fabric of a dream, and he was still in the bitter land of snows, and hunger, and tears.
Tags: Death]]>
Sat, 09 Jun 2018 19:40:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/nmqQGDgYIAs/sad_story.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_story.php?id=3434
He went often to visit the spot where the women had buried her, and sat musing there, when, it was thought by some of his friends, he would have done better to try to amuse himself in the chase, or by diverting his thoughts in the warpath. But war and hunting had both lost their charms for him. His heart was already dead within him. He pushed aside both his war-club and his bow and arrows.

He had heard the old people say, that there was a path that led to the land of souls, and he determined to follow it. He accordingly set out, one morning, after having completed his preparations for the journey.

At first he hardly knew which way to go. He was only guided by the tradition that he must go south. For a while he could see no change in the face of the country. Forests, and hills, and valleys, and streams had the same looks which they wore in his native place.

There was snow on the ground when he set out, and it was sometimes seen to be piled and matted on the thick trees and bushes. At length it began to diminish, and finally disappeared. The forest assumed a more cheerful appearance, the leaves put forth their buds, and before he was aware of the completeness of the change, he found himself surrounded by spring.

He had left behind him the land of snow and ice. The air became mild, the dark clouds of winter had rolled away from the sky; a pure field of blue was above him, and as he went he saw flowers beside his path, and heard the songs of birds. By these signs he knew that he was going the right way, for they agreed with the traditions of his tribe.

At length he spied a path. It led him through a grove, then up a long and elevated ridge, on the very top of which he came to a lodge. At the door stood an old man, with white hair, whose eyes, though deeply sunk, had a fiery brilliancy. He had a long robe of skins thrown loosely around his shoulders, and a staff in his hands.

The young Chippewayan began to tell his story; but the venerable chief stopped him before he had proceeded to speak ten words.

“I have expected you,” he replied, “and had just risen to bid you welcome to my abode. She whom you seek passed here but a few days since, and being fatigued with her journey, rested herself here. Enter my lodge and be seated, and I will then satisfy your inquiries, and give you directions for your journey from this point.”

Having done this, they both issued forth to the lodge door.

“You see yonder gulf,” said he, “and the wide-stretching blue plains beyond. It is the land of souls. You stand upon its borders, and my lodge is the gate of entrance. But you can not take your body along. Leave it here with your bow and arrows, your bundle, and your dog. You will find them safe on your return.” So saying, he re-entered the lodge, and the freed traveler bounded forward as if his feet had suddenly been endowed with the power of wings.

But all things retained their natural colors and shapes. The woods and leaves, and streams and lakes, were only more bright and comely than he had ever witnessed. Animals bounded across his path, with a freedom and a confidence which seemed to tell him there was no blood shed here. Birds of beautiful plumage inhabited the groves, and sported in the waters. There was but one thing in which he saw a very unusual effect. He noticed that his passage was not stopped by trees or other objects. He appeared to walk directly through them. They were, in fact, but the souls or shadows of material trees. He became sensible that he was in a land of shadows.

When he had traveled half a day’s journey, through a country which was continually becoming more attractive, he came to the banks of a broad lake, in the center of which was a large and beautiful island. He found a canoe of shining white stone, tied to the shore. He was now sure that he had taken the right path, for the aged man had told him this. There were also shining paddles. He immediately entered the canoe, and took the paddles in his hands, when, to his joy and surprise, on turning round he beheld the object of his search in another canoe, exactly its counterpart in everything. She had exactly imitated his motions, and they were side by side.

They at once pushed out from shore and began to cross the lake. Its waves seemed to be rising, and at a distance looked ready to swallow them up; but just as they entered the whitened edge of them they seemed to melt away, as if they were but the images of waves. But no sooner was one wreath of foam passed, than another, more threatening still, arose.

Thus they were in perpetual fear; and what added to it, was the clearness of the water, through which they could see heaps of beings who had perished before, and whose bones lay strewed on the bottom of the lake. The Master of Life had, however, decreed to let them pass, for the actions of neither of them had been bad. But they saw many others struggling and sinking in the waves. Old and young of all ages and ranks, were there: some passed and some sank. It was only the little children whose canoes seemed to meet no waves.

At length every difficulty was gone, as in a moment, and they both leaped out on the happy island. They felt that the very air was food. It strengthened and nourished them. They wandered together over the blissful fields, where every thing was formed to please the eye and the ear. There were no tempests—there was no ice, no chilly winds—no one shivered for the want of warm clothes: no one suffered hunger—no one mourned for the dead. They saw no graves. They heard of no wars. There was no hunting of animals; for the air itself was their food. Gladly would the young warrior have remained there forever, but he was obliged to go back for his body. He did not see the Master of Life, but he heard his voice in a soft breeze.

“Go back,” said this voice, “to the land from whence you came. Your time has not yet come. The duties for which I made you, and which you are to perform, are not yet finished. Return to your people, and accomplish the duties of a good man. You will be the ruler of your tribe for many days. The rules you must observe will be told you by my messenger, who keeps the gate. When he surrenders back your body, he will tell you what to do. Listen to him and you shall afterward rejoin the spirit, which you must now leave behind. She is accepted and will be ever here, as young and as happy as she was when I first called her from the land of snows.”

When this voice ceased, the narrator awoke. It was all the fabric of a dream, and he was still in the bitter land of snows, and hunger, and tears.
Tags: Death]]>
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Poem: Rotation by Kyle Stamp Snow melted away and fresh pine grew in fragrance,
A new year comes around but the bad habits still remain,
Smoking cigarettes throughout the unnecessary miles,
Was this what we were hoping for?
Five miles away but a lifetime apart,
Observing love from afar,
White knuckles and clinched teeth trying not to stand,
Witnessing disaster,
Feeling it all the same,
From the pacific to the heartland comes the black & grey,
This is the last straw and the short end of the stick,
Life’s not unfair just hard to believe sometimes,
Tags: Sad, Help, Heartbroken]]>
Fri, 08 Jun 2018 23:25:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/G0l7fkP-Jaw/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3877 Snow melted away and fresh pine grew in fragrance,
A new year comes around but the bad habits still remain,
Smoking cigarettes throughout the unnecessary miles,
Was this what we were hoping for?
Five miles away but a lifetime apart,
Observing love from afar,
White knuckles and clinched teeth trying not to stand,
Witnessing disaster,
Feeling it all the same,
From the pacific to the heartland comes the black & grey,
This is the last straw and the short end of the stick,
Life’s not unfair just hard to believe sometimes,
Tags: Sad, Help, Heartbroken]]>
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Story: Too Long by githa
We were in the same english class.She was the introverted geek while i was the prankster hot dude.....
I always thought that she was ugly and used to make fun of her along with my friends.I had a hot girlfriend and a peaceful life...a caring mother and a carefree father, so i didnt really think of my life...you know just going with the flow.

One day my friends came up with a prank for me ......
To make that girl fall in love with me....nice isn't it.........
So i agreed.

The next day before our english class as she was walking down the hallway my girlfriend and her friends were teasing her and pushed her down....i went and picked up her books and handed it to her and said hey...she smiled...idiot i thought...i started having conversations with her and became friends with her....she was extremely shy at first when i invited over to my table to have lunch with us but on persuasion she agreed...everyone of my friends were smirking and giggling . The following week i asked her out and she asked me about my girlfriend and i just lied that we broke up..she didn't agree at first but then the following weeks, me being me, i think....she fell in love with me ....
First date .I asked her to take me to a place of her choosing since i dont think that she likes clubs so she took me to the library.She made me see her world...it was pleasant..she told me that she liked japanese litreature and that she was planning to study there...she took me to this hill top and i could see the entire town ..it was beautiful..she took me to this empty path downway from the hill full of trees blossoming and the path was full of leaves..we walked and it started raining...she told me about rain.

"Its raining, beautiful isn't it..i feel happy"
"Why"
"It washes away our pain.."
" What?"
"What what..don't you feel it?...come "
She dragged me and made me stand in the rain and we just stood there......

I was happy.

Few weeks later she stopped coming to school...I wondered why...i then got to know that my girlfriend told her all about the prank and made a complete mockerey of her in front of everyone..i didn't come that day...I thought she'll come back but she didn't..i broke ties with my friends and my grilfriends and started thinking about my future...i realised i liked painting...

It's been seven years since i saw her..i wondered everyday about her..I joined painting school...i went to the hill top and drew many paintings that kept our memories alive...

I went to the library to borrow a book.
I saw her.
Tags: Love Story]]>
Fri, 08 Jun 2018 19:35:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/ywqBfx_9fBU/sad_story.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_story.php?id=3431
We were in the same english class.She was the introverted geek while i was the prankster hot dude.....
I always thought that she was ugly and used to make fun of her along with my friends.I had a hot girlfriend and a peaceful life...a caring mother and a carefree father, so i didnt really think of my life...you know just going with the flow.

One day my friends came up with a prank for me ......
To make that girl fall in love with me....nice isn't it.........
So i agreed.

The next day before our english class as she was walking down the hallway my girlfriend and her friends were teasing her and pushed her down....i went and picked up her books and handed it to her and said hey...she smiled...idiot i thought...i started having conversations with her and became friends with her....she was extremely shy at first when i invited over to my table to have lunch with us but on persuasion she agreed...everyone of my friends were smirking and giggling . The following week i asked her out and she asked me about my girlfriend and i just lied that we broke up..she didn't agree at first but then the following weeks, me being me, i think....she fell in love with me ....
First date .I asked her to take me to a place of her choosing since i dont think that she likes clubs so she took me to the library.She made me see her world...it was pleasant..she told me that she liked japanese litreature and that she was planning to study there...she took me to this hill top and i could see the entire town ..it was beautiful..she took me to this empty path downway from the hill full of trees blossoming and the path was full of leaves..we walked and it started raining...she told me about rain.

"Its raining, beautiful isn't it..i feel happy"
"Why"
"It washes away our pain.."
" What?"
"What what..don't you feel it?...come "
She dragged me and made me stand in the rain and we just stood there......

I was happy.

Few weeks later she stopped coming to school...I wondered why...i then got to know that my girlfriend told her all about the prank and made a complete mockerey of her in front of everyone..i didn't come that day...I thought she'll come back but she didn't..i broke ties with my friends and my grilfriends and started thinking about my future...i realised i liked painting...

It's been seven years since i saw her..i wondered everyday about her..I joined painting school...i went to the hill top and drew many paintings that kept our memories alive...

I went to the library to borrow a book.
I saw her.
Tags: Love Story]]>
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Poem: "Heaven" and "Controll" by Someone
I have survived in 13 years,
But living has become one of my biggest fears.
Keep fighting although I'm dead,
Please just get me out of your head.
Death will be my biggest accomplishment,
And remember that to heaven I went.


"Controll your life"

Speak from your heart,
Your feelings is a secret art.
Show your beautiful smile,
For you anyone would walk a mile.
Fight for your life,
Even with the use of a knife.
Are you who you want to be,
Or are you as most others lost at sea?
Always remember who you are,
Drive your life from the front seat of a car.
Be in control of your destiny,
And remember,
Love will always come from me.
Tags: Suicide, Heaven, Controll, Life]]>
Thu, 07 Jun 2018 23:25:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/BHi-d9bhs8s/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3875
I have survived in 13 years,
But living has become one of my biggest fears.
Keep fighting although I'm dead,
Please just get me out of your head.
Death will be my biggest accomplishment,
And remember that to heaven I went.


"Controll your life"

Speak from your heart,
Your feelings is a secret art.
Show your beautiful smile,
For you anyone would walk a mile.
Fight for your life,
Even with the use of a knife.
Are you who you want to be,
Or are you as most others lost at sea?
Always remember who you are,
Drive your life from the front seat of a car.
Be in control of your destiny,
And remember,
Love will always come from me.
Tags: Suicide, Heaven, Controll, Life]]>
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Poem: Finding myself by loving man I feel like I am going fucking crazy
Everything is so hazy
Here I am stuck in the past
There is so many vast answers
Everyone I love has cancers
I am all alone
Trying to get in the zone
To rewind myself
To bind myself
So I can put myself together
Cause if I done I will be stuck like this for forever

Chorus
I hate this version of me
I just want to be free
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself
I am fight so I can see who I am
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself


Verse two:
I am trying to get this wrapped chain off of me
So I can walk without this cane
This world is rough
So I try to be tough
But that is not enough
I am trying to get myself maintain
But I feel like I am insane
It is hard to manage the pain
It does nothing but rain all over me
Here I go on this train
To see what I can do

Chorus:
I hate this version of me
I just want to be free
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself
I am fight so I can see who I am
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself


Verse 3:
I am trying to find the key
So I can happy
And life will not be as crappy
I am trying to off this path
So I will not have to deal with aftermath of myself
Cause I do not have any personally wealth
I want to get back on track
But I lack the responsibility to help myself
I try to provide protection
But I get nothing but rejection
I had this girl once
I gave her nothing but my affection
But she treated me like an infection
There is so much traction
I have only a bad reaction

Chorus:
I hate this version of me
I just want to be free
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself
I am fight so I can see who I am
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself

Verse four:
It is time for me to stand up
I will not back down anymore
It is time for me to go out my door
Let us tear shit up
Let us burn it all down
I am not giving up
Let me show you now

Chorus:
I have changed myself
I am free
That Is why I went on that journey
I have found myself
I have fought to get here
That is why I went on that journey
I have found myself
Tags: Rhyme, Pain]]>
Thu, 10 May 2018 21:30:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/8cvhUKCLmR0/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3873 I feel like I am going fucking crazy
Everything is so hazy
Here I am stuck in the past
There is so many vast answers
Everyone I love has cancers
I am all alone
Trying to get in the zone
To rewind myself
To bind myself
So I can put myself together
Cause if I done I will be stuck like this for forever

Chorus
I hate this version of me
I just want to be free
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself
I am fight so I can see who I am
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself


Verse two:
I am trying to get this wrapped chain off of me
So I can walk without this cane
This world is rough
So I try to be tough
But that is not enough
I am trying to get myself maintain
But I feel like I am insane
It is hard to manage the pain
It does nothing but rain all over me
Here I go on this train
To see what I can do

Chorus:
I hate this version of me
I just want to be free
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself
I am fight so I can see who I am
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself


Verse 3:
I am trying to find the key
So I can happy
And life will not be as crappy
I am trying to off this path
So I will not have to deal with aftermath of myself
Cause I do not have any personally wealth
I want to get back on track
But I lack the responsibility to help myself
I try to provide protection
But I get nothing but rejection
I had this girl once
I gave her nothing but my affection
But she treated me like an infection
There is so much traction
I have only a bad reaction

Chorus:
I hate this version of me
I just want to be free
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself
I am fight so I can see who I am
That is why I am on this journey
So I can find myself

Verse four:
It is time for me to stand up
I will not back down anymore
It is time for me to go out my door
Let us tear shit up
Let us burn it all down
I am not giving up
Let me show you now

Chorus:
I have changed myself
I am free
That Is why I went on that journey
I have found myself
I have fought to get here
That is why I went on that journey
I have found myself
Tags: Rhyme, Pain]]>
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Poem: Forever by Soumya vermani When you couldn’t even keep it true
You said you’d be there forever
But they were just words pulled from thin air
I thought you felt the same
That you’d cover me in the rain
I thought forever was always forever
But now there’s not even us..never
You said you’d be there for me
But now i truly see
That you never saw the feelings in me
You’ve pierced me with the heart breaking knife
I thought forever was forever,it was no just a word
But i guess that’s not what i heard...
Tags: Hurt, Heartbroken]]>
Wed, 09 May 2018 21:25:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/cB699xC3AXM/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3871 When you couldn’t even keep it true
You said you’d be there forever
But they were just words pulled from thin air
I thought you felt the same
That you’d cover me in the rain
I thought forever was always forever
But now there’s not even us..never
You said you’d be there for me
But now i truly see
That you never saw the feelings in me
You’ve pierced me with the heart breaking knife
I thought forever was forever,it was no just a word
But i guess that’s not what i heard...
Tags: Hurt, Heartbroken]]>
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Poem: Dead Inside by Maeve Lox shots are fired
but no matter what i do
why do i always feel tired?

this is so sick
the madness, the grief, the sudden changes
i just want to live my life
without all the cages

trapped here, trapped there
there's no escape
even when
i try to not care

no one's gonna miss
the way that i talk, speak, or love
what's the point of living
when your life's not spoken of?
Tags: Dead, Mad, Depressed, Cry, Nothing]]>
Tue, 08 May 2018 21:25:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/1QM_YCQOcJ8/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3870 shots are fired
but no matter what i do
why do i always feel tired?

this is so sick
the madness, the grief, the sudden changes
i just want to live my life
without all the cages

trapped here, trapped there
there's no escape
even when
i try to not care

no one's gonna miss
the way that i talk, speak, or love
what's the point of living
when your life's not spoken of?
Tags: Dead, Mad, Depressed, Cry, Nothing]]>
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Poem: The Girl by Haven The thoughts running through her head are on replay and never leave
So she sits facing a choice alone with no help
She sits facing death or life
Hard choice you may say, not to her she has her answer
She has had her mind made up for a while
She sits facing the wall picking up a blade
Small tears escaping her bloodshot eyes
She replays the memories one last time
As she sits there staring at the wall digging the blade into her skin
Deeper and deeper she goes
Blood trickling down her arms forming puddles on her floor
She hides her pain and lets go of suffering
She lies there broken and torn staring at the wall
Her eyes roll back and skin grows pale with each breath escaping her alreading blue lips
She feels closer and closer to death
Her one wish coming true
She blinks and suddenly enters a world of her own
She tries to find the wall
She runs for miles screaming and crying and trying to find her wall
The blood ruining her clothes
The blood that makes her pain go away
The blood full of sadness and despair
The blood that sits draining from her arms into the lakes on her floor
The lakes of blood become so big she begins to drown
Drown in all of the pain and sadness and despair and depression
She lies there with thoughts of kids words and thoughts of mom and dad’s fights, thoughts of each and every cut she has ever given herself
She looks down at the blade in her hand and begins to cut more holes, more rips
She is beginning to look like a paper doll cut and mangled, ripped and torn, crumpled and worn
Wishing she could go back to being that once bright and happy girl she was before
Return to the girl who lived
To the person who laughed for hours
The person who was really happy
The person who knew she could fall in love and know her feelings were real and that she wasn’t just faking them to make other people happy
She so desperately wishes to be that girl again that she tries to physically scar herself
She is staring at the puddles on the floor looking at the reflection of a broken girl
A girl who isn’t pretty
A girl who isn’t loved
A girl who isn’t wanted
A girl who will soon waste away to nothing and no one will notice
She will soon become a shell of her former self
The shell no one loves
The shell no one cares about
The wanted shell of the broken girl who no one notices the cuts or burns
All they see is a perfect little girl who has everything right in her life
Little do they know
When behind closed doors she cries herself to sleep
Tears soaked so far through her pillow they no longer wash off
Mascara running down her cheeks staining what was left of her almost perfect face
Tears burning rivers into her face
Cuts opening pathways to her soul
All she has ever wanted was someone to listen but now no one ever will
She has taken her life along with scars and broken memories
She has taken her life knowing that others won’t morn her
Knowing that others won’t remember her
Knowing that others will only carry on with their own lives
She is now a distant memory
One she hopes still burns in the back of your head
She hopes you read this and realize that the girl your looking for is sitting her writing this while fighting back tears and memories
She sits her wanting to hurt herself
Wanting to take this horrible life away
Wanting to know if anyone out there really cares for her
Wanting to know if she was to take her own life whose world would come crashing down in front of them
She sits here writing her feelings into this poem
Sits here spilling the words onto the page
Sitting here wondering how many people lie awake at night thinking of her
Sitting her thinking about all those who mock her and do nothing to help her
Thinking about the ones who watch her walk through life with a painted on smile and a rehearsed laugh
Hoping no one will see through her mask, but sitting her wishing someone would be brave enough to take it off and rebuild what’s underneath
Tags: Pain, Saddness, Darkness]]>
Sun, 25 Mar 2018 18:35:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/5MCXTY_wJCU/sad_poem.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_poem.php?id=3869 The thoughts running through her head are on replay and never leave
So she sits facing a choice alone with no help
She sits facing death or life
Hard choice you may say, not to her she has her answer
She has had her mind made up for a while
She sits facing the wall picking up a blade
Small tears escaping her bloodshot eyes
She replays the memories one last time
As she sits there staring at the wall digging the blade into her skin
Deeper and deeper she goes
Blood trickling down her arms forming puddles on her floor
She hides her pain and lets go of suffering
She lies there broken and torn staring at the wall
Her eyes roll back and skin grows pale with each breath escaping her alreading blue lips
She feels closer and closer to death
Her one wish coming true
She blinks and suddenly enters a world of her own
She tries to find the wall
She runs for miles screaming and crying and trying to find her wall
The blood ruining her clothes
The blood that makes her pain go away
The blood full of sadness and despair
The blood that sits draining from her arms into the lakes on her floor
The lakes of blood become so big she begins to drown
Drown in all of the pain and sadness and despair and depression
She lies there with thoughts of kids words and thoughts of mom and dad’s fights, thoughts of each and every cut she has ever given herself
She looks down at the blade in her hand and begins to cut more holes, more rips
She is beginning to look like a paper doll cut and mangled, ripped and torn, crumpled and worn
Wishing she could go back to being that once bright and happy girl she was before
Return to the girl who lived
To the person who laughed for hours
The person who was really happy
The person who knew she could fall in love and know her feelings were real and that she wasn’t just faking them to make other people happy
She so desperately wishes to be that girl again that she tries to physically scar herself
She is staring at the puddles on the floor looking at the reflection of a broken girl
A girl who isn’t pretty
A girl who isn’t loved
A girl who isn’t wanted
A girl who will soon waste away to nothing and no one will notice
She will soon become a shell of her former self
The shell no one loves
The shell no one cares about
The wanted shell of the broken girl who no one notices the cuts or burns
All they see is a perfect little girl who has everything right in her life
Little do they know
When behind closed doors she cries herself to sleep
Tears soaked so far through her pillow they no longer wash off
Mascara running down her cheeks staining what was left of her almost perfect face
Tears burning rivers into her face
Cuts opening pathways to her soul
All she has ever wanted was someone to listen but now no one ever will
She has taken her life along with scars and broken memories
She has taken her life knowing that others won’t morn her
Knowing that others won’t remember her
Knowing that others will only carry on with their own lives
She is now a distant memory
One she hopes still burns in the back of your head
She hopes you read this and realize that the girl your looking for is sitting her writing this while fighting back tears and memories
She sits her wanting to hurt herself
Wanting to take this horrible life away
Wanting to know if anyone out there really cares for her
Wanting to know if she was to take her own life whose world would come crashing down in front of them
She sits here writing her feelings into this poem
Sits here spilling the words onto the page
Sitting here wondering how many people lie awake at night thinking of her
Sitting her thinking about all those who mock her and do nothing to help her
Thinking about the ones who watch her walk through life with a painted on smile and a rehearsed laugh
Hoping no one will see through her mask, but sitting her wishing someone would be brave enough to take it off and rebuild what’s underneath
Tags: Pain, Saddness, Darkness]]>
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Quote: People do not die from suicide; the... by Anonymous Tags: Sadness, Broken, Alone]]> Tue, 27 Feb 2018 17:35:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Sadness, Broken, Alone]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: Belive it or not you better keep go... by Whos suffering Tags: Take Care Of Your Bff]]> Mon, 26 Feb 2018 17:30:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Take Care Of Your Bff]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: I know what am doing, With my life... by Dhurb With my life.
But I don't know
What life is doing with
Me..
Tags: Alone]]>
Sun, 25 Feb 2018 17:25:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes With my life.
But I don't know
What life is doing with
Me..
Tags: Alone]]>
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Quote: Love chooses to believe the best ab... by Ramadhan Abdul Rahman Tags: Love, True Love, Hope, Trust]]> Sat, 24 Feb 2018 17:25:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Love, True Love, Hope, Trust]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: Love is a rebellious bird that nobo... by Ramadhan Abdul Rahman Tags: Love, Truth, Sad]]> Fri, 23 Feb 2018 17:20:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Love, Truth, Sad]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: You told me to wait. Then, why did ... by LONER Tags: Broken, Sad, Breakup, Hurt, Pain, Love, Tears]]> Mon, 25 Dec 2017 12:45:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Broken, Sad, Breakup, Hurt, Pain, Love, Tears]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: You said you don't want to see me c... by LONER Tags: Depression, Broken, Hopeless, Sad, Breakup, Hurt]]> Sun, 24 Dec 2017 12:40:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Depression, Broken, Hopeless, Sad, Breakup, Hurt]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: The sad thing is I waited because y... by LONER Tags: Heartbreak, Dying, Depressed, Sadness]]> Sat, 23 Dec 2017 12:35:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Heartbreak, Dying, Depressed, Sadness]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: Be the reason that someone believes... by Ramadhan Abdul Rahman Tags: Hope, Love, Trust, Faith]]> Fri, 22 Dec 2017 12:30:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Hope, Love, Trust, Faith]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: Apologizing for what you feel is li... by unknown Tags: Real, Feel]]> Thu, 21 Dec 2017 12:25:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Real, Feel]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: What doesn't kill you, makes you st... by Friedrich Nietzsche Tags: Stronger, Pain]]> Wed, 20 Dec 2017 12:20:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Stronger, Pain]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: Pain, it enters the body as guilt a... by Mads Tags: Sad Quote]]> Tue, 19 Dec 2017 12:15:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Sad Quote]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: I tell myself to keep it together. ... by Empty Tags: Sadness, Empty]]> Mon, 18 Dec 2017 12:10:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Sadness, Empty]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Quote: When you're happy you enjoy the son... by The understanding When you're sad you understand the lyrics.
Tags: True, Sorrow]]>
Sun, 17 Dec 2017 12:05:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes When you're sad you understand the lyrics.
Tags: True, Sorrow]]>
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Quote: Beauty doesn't always come with cou... by Kira Garbett Tags: Courage, Beauty, Just Be Yourself]]> Sat, 16 Dec 2017 12:00:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XSQhOLEDVZA/quotes http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Tags: Courage, Beauty, Just Be Yourself]]> http://www.loverofsadness.net/quotes Picture: Last steps as a couple by Rose H. Together, Him, Moments, Last memory
Tags: Together, Him, Moments, Last Memory]]>
Mon, 24 Jul 2017 07:35:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/IbLg0GcR3kw/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1831 Together, Him, Moments, Last memory
Tags: Together, Him, Moments, Last Memory]]>
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Song: Rootless Tree by Damien Rice & Lisa Hannigan
What I want from you is empty your head
They say be true, don't stain your bed
We do what we need to be free
And it leans on me like a rootless tree

What I want from us is empty our minds
We fake the thoughts, and fracture the times
We go blind when we've needed to see
And this leans on me, like a rootless...

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
There's nothing in you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me, then hate me so good
That you can let me out, let me out, let me out
Of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out

What I want from this
Is learn to let go
No not of you
Of all that's been told
Killers re-invent and believe
And this leans on me, like a rootless...

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
There's nothing in you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me, then hate me so good
That you can let me out, let me out, let me out
Of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out

Fuck you, fuck you, love you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
It's nothing in you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me, then hate me so good
That you can let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out

Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Tags: Hurt, Breakup, Damien Rice]]>
Sun, 02 Jul 2017 22:35:05 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/0Z1TJdqH3Wc/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=239
What I want from you is empty your head
They say be true, don't stain your bed
We do what we need to be free
And it leans on me like a rootless tree

What I want from us is empty our minds
We fake the thoughts, and fracture the times
We go blind when we've needed to see
And this leans on me, like a rootless...

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
There's nothing in you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me, then hate me so good
That you can let me out, let me out, let me out
Of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out

What I want from this
Is learn to let go
No not of you
Of all that's been told
Killers re-invent and believe
And this leans on me, like a rootless...

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
There's nothing in you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me, then hate me so good
That you can let me out, let me out, let me out
Of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out

Fuck you, fuck you, love you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
It's nothing in you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me, then hate me so good
That you can let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out

Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around

Let me out, let me out, let me out
Hell when you're around
Tags: Hurt, Breakup, Damien Rice]]>
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Picture: Crying Alone by LoveHurts sad girl, crying, heartbroken, sad
Tags: Sad Girl, Crying, Heartbroken, Sad]]>
Thu, 20 Apr 2017 15:15:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/pnBf5NypW0A/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1807 sad girl, crying, heartbroken, sad
Tags: Sad Girl, Crying, Heartbroken, Sad]]>
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Picture: In My Dreams, You'll Forever Be by jerry harrenstein memories, missing you
Tags: Memories, Missing You]]>
Wed, 19 Apr 2017 03:15:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/3tDo2I0I7t8/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1822 memories, missing you
Tags: Memories, Missing You]]>
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Picture: Alone by LoveHurts Sad, Alone, Why, Crying
Tags: Sad, Alone, Why, Crying]]>
Mon, 17 Apr 2017 15:10:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/4LqThySrt_8/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1806 Sad, Alone, Why, Crying
Tags: Sad, Alone, Why, Crying]]>
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Picture: music helps by LoveHurts crying, music
Tags: Crying, Music]]>
Sun, 16 Apr 2017 03:05:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/fnJUDnjHUF4/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1803 crying, music
Tags: Crying, Music]]>
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Movie: La La Land by Damien Chazelle
Mia, an aspiring actress, serves lattes to movie stars in between auditions and Sebastian, a jazz musician, scrapes by playing cocktail party gigs in dingy bars, but as success mounts they are faced with decisions that begin to fray the fragile fabric of their love affair, and the dreams they worked so hard to maintain in each other threaten to rip them apart.

Tags: Breakup, Love, Life, Career]]>
Wed, 01 Feb 2017 05:33:18 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/61WP4mAQcK8/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=137
Mia, an aspiring actress, serves lattes to movie stars in between auditions and Sebastian, a jazz musician, scrapes by playing cocktail party gigs in dingy bars, but as success mounts they are faced with decisions that begin to fray the fragile fabric of their love affair, and the dreams they worked so hard to maintain in each other threaten to rip them apart.

Tags: Breakup, Love, Life, Career]]>
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Song: What will I Do Without Your Love by Jerry Harrenstein
Just as things get sweet
you back down again
leaving me to ponder if
this is the end.
When I think we are going
to meet my heart skips a beat
and capturing your love would
be something to cherish and keep.

Now you are fading out of view
and I do not know what to do.
When I last looked into your eyes
you began to cry and with hesitation
I wondered if I saw a lie.
Then I began to cry.
Do I go on without knowing, or do I
let my heart say I must be going?

My pain is so deep
I can not even sleep.
The days are getting shorter
and my love is going in that order.
Time is near my dear
and I must make things clear.
Perhaps a smile, or your gentle touch.
Would that be asking too much?

Loving you is all I want to do
and that is not hard for me to do
especially when it is someone like you.
I believe in love and you too, but
without your love what will I do?
What will I do without you...
Tags: Sad, Unloved]]>
Sat, 03 Dec 2016 19:51:20 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/0cfoHO95idc/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=238
Just as things get sweet
you back down again
leaving me to ponder if
this is the end.
When I think we are going
to meet my heart skips a beat
and capturing your love would
be something to cherish and keep.

Now you are fading out of view
and I do not know what to do.
When I last looked into your eyes
you began to cry and with hesitation
I wondered if I saw a lie.
Then I began to cry.
Do I go on without knowing, or do I
let my heart say I must be going?

My pain is so deep
I can not even sleep.
The days are getting shorter
and my love is going in that order.
Time is near my dear
and I must make things clear.
Perhaps a smile, or your gentle touch.
Would that be asking too much?

Loving you is all I want to do
and that is not hard for me to do
especially when it is someone like you.
I believe in love and you too, but
without your love what will I do?
What will I do without you...
Tags: Sad, Unloved]]>
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Picture: Gloomy Sunday by Neriak gloomy, art
Tags: Gloomy, Art]]>
Sat, 12 Nov 2016 08:05:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/j0vnxmSnUxo/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1798 gloomy, art
Tags: Gloomy, Art]]>
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Picture: Gloomy day by Smil gloomy, trees
Tags: Gloomy, Trees]]>
Thu, 10 Nov 2016 20:00:03 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/Y6W4cAylGCU/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1797 gloomy, trees
Tags: Gloomy, Trees]]>
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Picture: Your Kind Of Love Hurts by jerry harrenstein hurt, art
Tags: Hurt, Art]]>
Wed, 09 Nov 2016 08:00:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/4pbKXOk2SPU/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1771 hurt, art
Tags: Hurt, Art]]>
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Picture: Gloomy by malialeon gloomy, face
Tags: Gloomy, Face]]>
Tue, 08 Nov 2016 05:50:41 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/xi4jCckFK_4/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1796 gloomy, face
Tags: Gloomy, Face]]>
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Picture: Sad Lonely Boy by Shivam das alone, sad
Tags: Alone, Sad]]>
Mon, 25 Jul 2016 15:10:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/g0LMgnqUePg/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1772 alone, sad
Tags: Alone, Sad]]>
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Picture: Iranian sad by Hiva blood
Tags: Blood]]>
Sun, 24 Jul 2016 03:05:03 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/tvLZ01rxwxI/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1770 blood
Tags: Blood]]>
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Picture: Your Leaving Me by jerry harrenstein sad, heartbroken, scared, hurt
Tags: Sad, Heartbroken, Scared, Hurt]]>
Fri, 22 Jul 2016 15:05:01 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/BLqeaV-qo80/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1763 sad, heartbroken, scared, hurt
Tags: Sad, Heartbroken, Scared, Hurt]]>
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Picture: #PAIN# by sathees pain, broken, death
Tags: Pain, Broken, Death]]>
Thu, 21 Jul 2016 03:00:03 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/ecbG9bNusRQ/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1762 pain, broken, death
Tags: Pain, Broken, Death]]>
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Article: Sadness and Recovery from Addiction  

For over 50 years now, standard treatments for recovery from addiction have included cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT) and 12-step approaches. The past couple of decades, though, have seen alternative treatment models emerge, largely because of the relatively low success rate of some of the most popular treatments available. Since there is no single road to addiction, standard treatments sometimes fail because they fail to address the needs of the particular individual, or the reasons why they have sought their own private escape, through drugs. Addiction can arise from a variety of causes, according to recent research. Contributing causes include genetic factors, having a mental illness, abuse, etc.

Alternative therapies that are currently being used successfully in many top rehabilitation centers across the globe include yoga and mindfulness meditation (which focus on keeping the individual’s mind ‘in the here and now’, encouraging them to feel and ‘ride through’ their cravings instead of succumbing to a ‘higher power’ for help or trying to push their desires away). Horticultural therapy and art therapy, too, have garnered their fair share of success; the former because of its strong mindfulness component and the latter because of its ability to embrace an addict’s ambivalent feelings about quitting drugs. Art therapy is an important component of motivational interviewing, which seeks to promote reliance on the self to overcome addiction by finding inspiring reasons to quit.

A person who is addicted to drugs has many positive things to look forward to when they are drug-free. These include mending bridges with family and friends who may feel let down, finding one’s place in one’s profession once again and having he chance to do what ignites one’s passion, and enjoying a sense of greater physical and mental wellness. Motivational interviewing through art therapy, however, provides the recovering person with the chance to express their sadness. It is unrealistic to think that there is nothing an addict will miss when they are no longer using and they should have a chance to recognize and express their ambivalent feelings. Because art is so symbolic, it permits many interpretations and through their work (and with an aid of a trained therapist), the person in recovery can talk about why using drugs fulfilled them, without feeling like they are being judged, blamed or criticized.

What is there to feel sad about when one quits drug use? Addicts in recovery may miss the group of friends they used to use with, or a person they were romantically involved with; they may miss the high, the feeling of escape, the elation of avoiding responsibility. The individual should be allowed to express their grief about quitting drugs. Like all other grief, theirs travels through different stages (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance). Note that depression (feeling intensely sad, feeling hopeless or without the motivation to do things one used to love) is an undeniable part of the recovery process. We should never disenfranchise someone of the right to grieve, yet many recovery therapies fail because they seek to do just that. Families and friends should be sensitive to this issue and should not force the individual to see only the positive side of recovery.

Sadness should be acknowledged and heard, largely because for many drug users, it is a feeling of emptiness, loneliness or lack of self-worth that lead them to use drugs in the first place. Families supporting a loved one through recovery can help their loved one by also undergoing therapy/counselling. When a loved one is struggling, the last thing they need is to be nagged, criticized or blamed, yet family members, too, should refrain from blaming themselves. Rather, any weaknesses in the family’s manner of communication, poor conflict resolution techniques etc. should be identified and addressed, with family members always looking ahead towards the common goal – helping the person in recovery and every other member in the family achieve greater health and wellbeing. During counselling, family members, too, should be encouraged to express their sadness. Many individuals harbour guilt because they feel they could have done more for their loved one, yet in the end, the causes of addiction are too profound and complex to identify so that everyone should work on improving what they can, accepting themselves and their loved one just as they are – with their sadness, anger, and disappointment, but also with their dreams, their hope and their love, which always remains, regardless of the vicissitudes faced.

 

- Article from Gemma Galway 


Tags: Recovery, Drug, Sadness, Gemma Galway]]>
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For over 50 years now, standard treatments for recovery from addiction have included cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT) and 12-step approaches. The past couple of decades, though, have seen alternative treatment models emerge, largely because of the relatively low success rate of some of the most popular treatments available. Since there is no single road to addiction, standard treatments sometimes fail because they fail to address the needs of the particular individual, or the reasons why they have sought their own private escape, through drugs. Addiction can arise from a variety of causes, according to recent research. Contributing causes include genetic factors, having a mental illness, abuse, etc.

Alternative therapies that are currently being used successfully in many top rehabilitation centers across the globe include yoga and mindfulness meditation (which focus on keeping the individual’s mind ‘in the here and now’, encouraging them to feel and ‘ride through’ their cravings instead of succumbing to a ‘higher power’ for help or trying to push their desires away). Horticultural therapy and art therapy, too, have garnered their fair share of success; the former because of its strong mindfulness component and the latter because of its ability to embrace an addict’s ambivalent feelings about quitting drugs. Art therapy is an important component of motivational interviewing, which seeks to promote reliance on the self to overcome addiction by finding inspiring reasons to quit.

A person who is addicted to drugs has many positive things to look forward to when they are drug-free. These include mending bridges with family and friends who may feel let down, finding one’s place in one’s profession once again and having he chance to do what ignites one’s passion, and enjoying a sense of greater physical and mental wellness. Motivational interviewing through art therapy, however, provides the recovering person with the chance to express their sadness. It is unrealistic to think that there is nothing an addict will miss when they are no longer using and they should have a chance to recognize and express their ambivalent feelings. Because art is so symbolic, it permits many interpretations and through their work (and with an aid of a trained therapist), the person in recovery can talk about why using drugs fulfilled them, without feeling like they are being judged, blamed or criticized.

What is there to feel sad about when one quits drug use? Addicts in recovery may miss the group of friends they used to use with, or a person they were romantically involved with; they may miss the high, the feeling of escape, the elation of avoiding responsibility. The individual should be allowed to express their grief about quitting drugs. Like all other grief, theirs travels through different stages (denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance). Note that depression (feeling intensely sad, feeling hopeless or without the motivation to do things one used to love) is an undeniable part of the recovery process. We should never disenfranchise someone of the right to grieve, yet many recovery therapies fail because they seek to do just that. Families and friends should be sensitive to this issue and should not force the individual to see only the positive side of recovery.

Sadness should be acknowledged and heard, largely because for many drug users, it is a feeling of emptiness, loneliness or lack of self-worth that lead them to use drugs in the first place. Families supporting a loved one through recovery can help their loved one by also undergoing therapy/counselling. When a loved one is struggling, the last thing they need is to be nagged, criticized or blamed, yet family members, too, should refrain from blaming themselves. Rather, any weaknesses in the family’s manner of communication, poor conflict resolution techniques etc. should be identified and addressed, with family members always looking ahead towards the common goal – helping the person in recovery and every other member in the family achieve greater health and wellbeing. During counselling, family members, too, should be encouraged to express their sadness. Many individuals harbour guilt because they feel they could have done more for their loved one, yet in the end, the causes of addiction are too profound and complex to identify so that everyone should work on improving what they can, accepting themselves and their loved one just as they are – with their sadness, anger, and disappointment, but also with their dreams, their hope and their love, which always remains, regardless of the vicissitudes faced.

 

- Article from Gemma Galway 


Tags: Recovery, Drug, Sadness, Gemma Galway]]>
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Article: The Cathartic Nature of Sad Music

Popular music tends to fall into two wide (and generalised) categories): it is either the kind of music you want to dance to, and listen to when you are partying with your friends or, it is soulful and heart-breaking ballads that make you want to think, reminisce about loves that you have lost, and have a good cry.

There is nothing wrong with crying when listening to sad music: in fact, it is a common and natural response. What you may not realise however is that crying in these circumstances can actually be cathartic, helping to stabilise your emotions and, ultimately release hormones that make you feel happier and more well-balanced. This is supported by research from a study into our complicated emotional responses to sad music, conducted by researchers at the Free University of Berlin in Germany. They interviewed 772 music lovers from around the world and found that rather than making them feel exclusively sad, listening to sad music also made them feel nostalgic, tender and peaceful.  The researchers concluded that “For many individuals, listening to sad music can actually lead to beneficial emotional effects…  “Music-evoked sadness can be appreciated not only as an aesthetic, abstract reward, but [it] also plays a role in well-being, by providing consolation as well as regulating negative moods and emotions.”

The Mood of the Audience

It is true that people tend to listen to sad music when they are feeling sad themselves. However, that doesn’t mean that listening to those designated ‘sad songs’ will make them sadder. In fact, it may help to regulate your mood, put your own sad emotions back into perspective and, ultimately, you may find that you get to the end of your favourite sad album feeling happier, more calm, and generally in a much better mood.  Thus the intended emotions depicted in the song are not necessarily reflected in the mood of their audience.

It is no coincidence that many of the best musicians, composers and song writers are no strangers to sadness themselves: whether they have suffered from the personal tragedy of loss, or feel a sense of wider sadness in the world (caused by hyper-sensitivity, depression, or mental illness) many musical artists will report that they understand sadness and pain. Many musical performers also succumb to the hell and subsequent sadness of alcoholism and substance abuse, which is probably why they have such a natural affinity with sadness, and why it is a common theme in their work. It is widely reported that writing about sad experiences can be cathartic. In fact, individuals that indulge in memoir writing and keeping a diary are found to be happier overall than individuals who don’t write down their thoughts and feelings and ‘writing therapy’ is a widely acknowledged and very effective treatment for individuals suffering from depression, anxiety, or overcoming substance abuse problems. Therefore it could well be that for the artists involved, writing their sad songs is actually a cathartic act, designed to help them to overcome their sad and negative emotions and break through to a place that is healthier and happier.

An Important Form of Self-Expression

For adolescents and adults experiencing emotional or mental health disconnections, sad music can be appealing because it provides a way of verbalising emotions they are experiencing but simply don’t have  the vocabulary to express themselves. This is also common as a way of self-expression amongst teenager: choosing to listen to sad or angry music (for example) as a way of expressing, in a non-verbal way, the way that they feel towards their parents, their peers, or the world in general. However that doesn’t mean that those individuals are feeling sad or angry: by expressing those emotions through their musical choices, they are often able to relieve themselves of their stress and tension, meaning that they end their listening experience feeling calm, heard, understood and under control

No matter what your reason for choosing to listen to a sad tune or two, there is nothing more cathartic than listening to a truly sad song, so why not turn on your stereo and listen to some of your favourites. However, don’t be surprised if you find yourself feeling happy and calm, and not sad at all, at the end of your session. 

 

- Article from Gemma Galway 


Tags: Music, Sad Music, Gemma Galway]]>
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Popular music tends to fall into two wide (and generalised) categories): it is either the kind of music you want to dance to, and listen to when you are partying with your friends or, it is soulful and heart-breaking ballads that make you want to think, reminisce about loves that you have lost, and have a good cry.

There is nothing wrong with crying when listening to sad music: in fact, it is a common and natural response. What you may not realise however is that crying in these circumstances can actually be cathartic, helping to stabilise your emotions and, ultimately release hormones that make you feel happier and more well-balanced. This is supported by research from a study into our complicated emotional responses to sad music, conducted by researchers at the Free University of Berlin in Germany. They interviewed 772 music lovers from around the world and found that rather than making them feel exclusively sad, listening to sad music also made them feel nostalgic, tender and peaceful.  The researchers concluded that “For many individuals, listening to sad music can actually lead to beneficial emotional effects…  “Music-evoked sadness can be appreciated not only as an aesthetic, abstract reward, but [it] also plays a role in well-being, by providing consolation as well as regulating negative moods and emotions.”

The Mood of the Audience

It is true that people tend to listen to sad music when they are feeling sad themselves. However, that doesn’t mean that listening to those designated ‘sad songs’ will make them sadder. In fact, it may help to regulate your mood, put your own sad emotions back into perspective and, ultimately, you may find that you get to the end of your favourite sad album feeling happier, more calm, and generally in a much better mood.  Thus the intended emotions depicted in the song are not necessarily reflected in the mood of their audience.

It is no coincidence that many of the best musicians, composers and song writers are no strangers to sadness themselves: whether they have suffered from the personal tragedy of loss, or feel a sense of wider sadness in the world (caused by hyper-sensitivity, depression, or mental illness) many musical artists will report that they understand sadness and pain. Many musical performers also succumb to the hell and subsequent sadness of alcoholism and substance abuse, which is probably why they have such a natural affinity with sadness, and why it is a common theme in their work. It is widely reported that writing about sad experiences can be cathartic. In fact, individuals that indulge in memoir writing and keeping a diary are found to be happier overall than individuals who don’t write down their thoughts and feelings and ‘writing therapy’ is a widely acknowledged and very effective treatment for individuals suffering from depression, anxiety, or overcoming substance abuse problems. Therefore it could well be that for the artists involved, writing their sad songs is actually a cathartic act, designed to help them to overcome their sad and negative emotions and break through to a place that is healthier and happier.

An Important Form of Self-Expression

For adolescents and adults experiencing emotional or mental health disconnections, sad music can be appealing because it provides a way of verbalising emotions they are experiencing but simply don’t have  the vocabulary to express themselves. This is also common as a way of self-expression amongst teenager: choosing to listen to sad or angry music (for example) as a way of expressing, in a non-verbal way, the way that they feel towards their parents, their peers, or the world in general. However that doesn’t mean that those individuals are feeling sad or angry: by expressing those emotions through their musical choices, they are often able to relieve themselves of their stress and tension, meaning that they end their listening experience feeling calm, heard, understood and under control

No matter what your reason for choosing to listen to a sad tune or two, there is nothing more cathartic than listening to a truly sad song, so why not turn on your stereo and listen to some of your favourites. However, don’t be surprised if you find yourself feeling happy and calm, and not sad at all, at the end of your session. 

 

- Article from Gemma Galway 


Tags: Music, Sad Music, Gemma Galway]]>
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Picture: how hard it is to hold on to by alone in tears alone, tears, missing, isolated, crying, lonely, tired, broken
Tags: Alone, Tears, Missing, Isolated, Crying, Lonely, Tired, Broken]]>
Tue, 07 Jun 2016 13:05:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/60tyQmhcmUQ/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1756 alone, tears, missing, isolated, crying, lonely, tired, broken
Tags: Alone, Tears, Missing, Isolated, Crying, Lonely, Tired, Broken]]>
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Picture: The Killing by Kaitlin pills, death, depression
Tags: Pills, Death, Depression]]>
Mon, 06 Jun 2016 01:00:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/wfXGd1Aj4Go/sad_picture.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_picture.php?id=1754 pills, death, depression
Tags: Pills, Death, Depression]]>
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Song: So Close by Evanescence
I've spent so much time throwing rocks at your window
That I never even knocked on the front door

I walk by statues never even made one chip
but if i could leave a mark on the monument of the heart
I just might lay myself down for a little more than I had the last day

Wait a time to spare these lies we tell ourselves
These days have come and gone
But this time is sweeter than honey
Tags: Evanescence, Longing, Unloved]]>
Thu, 13 Nov 2014 23:36:33 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/XnW0apgqaZI/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=237
I've spent so much time throwing rocks at your window
That I never even knocked on the front door

I walk by statues never even made one chip
but if i could leave a mark on the monument of the heart
I just might lay myself down for a little more than I had the last day

Wait a time to spare these lies we tell ourselves
These days have come and gone
But this time is sweeter than honey
Tags: Evanescence, Longing, Unloved]]>
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Video: The Divorce

Tags: Love, Divorce, Breakup, Hurt]]>
Mon, 10 Nov 2014 10:38:19 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/5ae2iaxdc08/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=75

Tags: Love, Divorce, Breakup, Hurt]]>
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Video: A life story

Tags: Life, Love, Death, Animal]]>
Fri, 31 Oct 2014 10:18:04 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/RBSFCrhj2Z0/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=74

Tags: Life, Love, Death, Animal]]>
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Video: A Blind Father and His Daughter - Short Sad Story

Tags: Blind, Father, Family]]>
Fri, 31 Oct 2014 10:08:58 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/lu8vMCaZBbU/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=73

Tags: Blind, Father, Family]]>
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Video: My Shoes
And most importantly, Be Happy With What You Have.

Tags: Shoes, Unhappy, Unloved]]>
Fri, 31 Oct 2014 10:04:19 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/ihCpuvaWmSM/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=72
And most importantly, Be Happy With What You Have.

Tags: Shoes, Unhappy, Unloved]]>
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Song: Heartless by Kriss Allen
In the night
I hear 'em talk
Coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless
Oh
How could you be so heartless

How could you be so
Cold as the winter wind when it breeze yo
Just remember that you talkin' to me though
You know need to watch the way you talkin' to me you know
I mean after all the things that we've been through
I mean after all the things we got into
And yo I know of some things that you ain't told me
And yo I did some things but that's the old me
And now you wanna get me back and you gon' show me
So you walk around like you don't know me
You got a new friend
Well I got homies
But in the end it's still so lonely

In the night
I hear 'em talk
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless
Oh
How could you be so heartless

How could be so Dr. Evil
You're bringin' out a side of me that I dont know
I decided we weren't gon' speak so
Why we up 3 A.M. on the phone
Why does she be so mad at me fo'
Homie I dont know she's hot and cold
I won't stop I won't mess my groove up
'Cause I already know how this thing go
You run and tell your friends that you're leaving me
They say that they don't see what you see in me
You wait a couple months then you gon' see
You'll never find nobody better than
Me

'Cause in the night
I hear 'em talk
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless
Oh
How could you be so heartless

Talk and talk and talk and talk
Baby let's just knock it off
They don't know what we been through
They don't know 'bout me and you
So I got something new to see
And you just gon' keep hatin' me
And we just gon' be enemies
I know you can't believe
I could just leave it wrong
And you can't make it right
I'm gon' take off tonight
Into the night

In the night
I hear 'em talk
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far far far he lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
Oh
How could you be so heartless
Oh
How could you be so heartless
Oh

'Cause in the night
I hear 'em talk
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
Tags: Kriss Allen, Heartbroken, Hurt, Rock]]>
Mon, 20 Oct 2014 08:39:39 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/r6Ky2E6T_ow/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=236
In the night
I hear 'em talk
Coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless
Oh
How could you be so heartless

How could you be so
Cold as the winter wind when it breeze yo
Just remember that you talkin' to me though
You know need to watch the way you talkin' to me you know
I mean after all the things that we've been through
I mean after all the things we got into
And yo I know of some things that you ain't told me
And yo I did some things but that's the old me
And now you wanna get me back and you gon' show me
So you walk around like you don't know me
You got a new friend
Well I got homies
But in the end it's still so lonely

In the night
I hear 'em talk
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless
Oh
How could you be so heartless

How could be so Dr. Evil
You're bringin' out a side of me that I dont know
I decided we weren't gon' speak so
Why we up 3 A.M. on the phone
Why does she be so mad at me fo'
Homie I dont know she's hot and cold
I won't stop I won't mess my groove up
'Cause I already know how this thing go
You run and tell your friends that you're leaving me
They say that they don't see what you see in me
You wait a couple months then you gon' see
You'll never find nobody better than
Me

'Cause in the night
I hear 'em talk
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless
Oh
How could you be so heartless

Talk and talk and talk and talk
Baby let's just knock it off
They don't know what we been through
They don't know 'bout me and you
So I got something new to see
And you just gon' keep hatin' me
And we just gon' be enemies
I know you can't believe
I could just leave it wrong
And you can't make it right
I'm gon' take off tonight
Into the night

In the night
I hear 'em talk
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far far far he lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
Oh
How could you be so heartless
Oh
How could you be so heartless
Oh

'Cause in the night
I hear 'em talk
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul
To a woman so heartless
Tags: Kriss Allen, Heartbroken, Hurt, Rock]]>
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Movie: If I Stay by R.J. Cutler
Mia Hall thought the hardest decision she would ever face would be whether to pursue her musical dreams at Juilliard or follow a different path to be with the love of her life, Adam. But what should have been a carefree family drive changes everything in an instant, and now her own life hangs in the balance. Caught between life and death for one revealing day, Mia has only one decision left, which will not only decide her future but her ultimate fate.

Tags: Accident, Coma]]>
Wed, 08 Oct 2014 06:15:52 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/bMVo7Zrafsw/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=136
Mia Hall thought the hardest decision she would ever face would be whether to pursue her musical dreams at Juilliard or follow a different path to be with the love of her life, Adam. But what should have been a carefree family drive changes everything in an instant, and now her own life hangs in the balance. Caught between life and death for one revealing day, Mia has only one decision left, which will not only decide her future but her ultimate fate.

Tags: Accident, Coma]]>
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Song: Dreaming With a Broken Heart by John Mayer
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for a moment, you can hardly breathe

Wondering was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No, she's not 'cause she's gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
She takes you in with her crying eyes
Then all at once, you have to say goodbye

Wondering could you stay, my love?
Will you wake up by my side?
No, she can't 'cause she's gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone

Now do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
And do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my
Roses in my hand?

And would you get them if I did?
No, you won't 'cause you're gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
Tags: John Mayer, Broken, Hurt, Heart]]>
Sun, 21 Sep 2014 08:05:32 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/kVoGGmAFMFI/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=235
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for a moment, you can hardly breathe

Wondering was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No, she's not 'cause she's gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
She takes you in with her crying eyes
Then all at once, you have to say goodbye

Wondering could you stay, my love?
Will you wake up by my side?
No, she can't 'cause she's gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone

Now do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
And do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my
Roses in my hand?

And would you get them if I did?
No, you won't 'cause you're gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone

When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
Tags: John Mayer, Broken, Hurt, Heart]]>
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Video: The Little Girl In The Hallway

Tags: Child, Missing]]>
Thu, 18 Sep 2014 07:44:28 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/uinGwZ0hJcQ/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=71

Tags: Child, Missing]]>
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Video: *WARNING* This WILL make you cry.

Tags: Cry, Sadness, Pain]]>
Wed, 03 Sep 2014 20:19:57 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/eYmaBHR5nVA/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=70

Tags: Cry, Sadness, Pain]]>
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Video: South Park - Beautiful Sadness Raisins - Season 7, Episode 14

Tags: South Park, Alone]]>
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Tags: South Park, Alone]]>
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Video: A heart touching story of a deaf girl.

Tags: Hearttouching, Sad, Anger]]>
Sun, 24 Aug 2014 21:38:51 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/H9_StxA2268/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=68

Tags: Hearttouching, Sad, Anger]]>
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Video: deepest part of your heart.

Tags: Heart, Teacher]]>
Sun, 24 Aug 2014 21:36:15 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/EeJEeh0I4-Y/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=67

Tags: Heart, Teacher]]>
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Movie: The Remains of the Day (1993) by James Ivory
A rule bound head butler's world of manners and decorum in the household he maintains is tested by the arrival of a housekeeper who falls in love with him in post-WWI Britain. The possibility of romance and his master's cultivation of ties with the Nazi cause challenge his carefully maintained veneer of servitude.

Tags: James Ivory, Drama, Romance]]>
Sun, 24 Aug 2014 21:20:52 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/fVcefZCdhuA/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=135
A rule bound head butler's world of manners and decorum in the household he maintains is tested by the arrival of a housekeeper who falls in love with him in post-WWI Britain. The possibility of romance and his master's cultivation of ties with the Nazi cause challenge his carefully maintained veneer of servitude.

Tags: James Ivory, Drama, Romance]]>
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Song: Dear John by Taylor Swift
Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you
Counting my footsteps praying the floor won't fall through again
And my mother accused me of losing my mind
But I swore I was fine

You paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain
And I lived in your chess game, but you changed the rules everyday
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone tonight
Well, I stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why

Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
I should've known

Well, maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame
Or maybe it's you and your sick need to give love then take it away
And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand
And I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said run as fast as you can

Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home

Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong
Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played by
Your dark twisted games when I loved you so
I should've known

You are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry
Never impressed by me acing your tests
All the girls that you've run dry have tired, lifeless eyes
'Cause you've burn them out

But I took your matches before fire could catch me
So don't look now
I'm shining like fireworks over
Your sad, empty town

Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home

I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think i was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress wrote you a song
You should've known

You should've known
Don't you think I was too young?
You should've known
Tags: Taylor Swift, Tears, Saddest]]>
Wed, 20 Aug 2014 22:30:15 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/-C8cBcypXKA/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=234
Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you
Counting my footsteps praying the floor won't fall through again
And my mother accused me of losing my mind
But I swore I was fine

You paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain
And I lived in your chess game, but you changed the rules everyday
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone tonight
Well, I stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why

Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
I should've known

Well, maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame
Or maybe it's you and your sick need to give love then take it away
And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand
And I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said run as fast as you can

Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home

Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong
Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played by
Your dark twisted games when I loved you so
I should've known

You are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry
Never impressed by me acing your tests
All the girls that you've run dry have tired, lifeless eyes
'Cause you've burn them out

But I took your matches before fire could catch me
So don't look now
I'm shining like fireworks over
Your sad, empty town

Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home

I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think i was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress wrote you a song
You should've known

You should've known
Don't you think I was too young?
You should've known
Tags: Taylor Swift, Tears, Saddest]]>
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Song: Come In With The Rain by Taylor Swift
I could go back to every laugh,
But I don't wanna' go there anymore,
And I know all the steps up to your door,
But I don't wanna' go there anymore.

Talk to the wind, talk to the sky,
Talk to the man with the reasons why,
And let me know what you find.

I’ll leave my window open,
‘Cause I’m too tired at night to call your name.
Just know I’m right here hopin’,
That you’ll come in with the rain.

I could stand up and sing you a song,
But I don’t wanna’ have to go that far.
And I, I’ve got you down,
I know you by heart,
And you don’t even know where I start.

Talk to yourself, talk to the tears,
Talk to the man who put you here,
And don’t wait for the sky to clear.

I’ll leave my window open,
‘Cus I’m too tired at night to call your name.
Oh, just know I’m right here hopin’,
That you’ll come in with the rain.

I’ve watched you so long,
Screamed your name,
I don’t know what else I can say.

But I’ll leave my window open,
‘Cus I’m too tired at night for all these games.
Just know I’m right here hopin’,
That you’ll come in with the rain.

I could go back to every laugh,
But I don’t wanna’ go there anymore…
Tags: Taylor Swift, Sorrow, Breakup]]>
Wed, 20 Aug 2014 22:27:18 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/lMuaMHpEyzM/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=233
I could go back to every laugh,
But I don't wanna' go there anymore,
And I know all the steps up to your door,
But I don't wanna' go there anymore.

Talk to the wind, talk to the sky,
Talk to the man with the reasons why,
And let me know what you find.

I’ll leave my window open,
‘Cause I’m too tired at night to call your name.
Just know I’m right here hopin’,
That you’ll come in with the rain.

I could stand up and sing you a song,
But I don’t wanna’ have to go that far.
And I, I’ve got you down,
I know you by heart,
And you don’t even know where I start.

Talk to yourself, talk to the tears,
Talk to the man who put you here,
And don’t wait for the sky to clear.

I’ll leave my window open,
‘Cus I’m too tired at night to call your name.
Oh, just know I’m right here hopin’,
That you’ll come in with the rain.

I’ve watched you so long,
Screamed your name,
I don’t know what else I can say.

But I’ll leave my window open,
‘Cus I’m too tired at night for all these games.
Just know I’m right here hopin’,
That you’ll come in with the rain.

I could go back to every laugh,
But I don’t wanna’ go there anymore…
Tags: Taylor Swift, Sorrow, Breakup]]>
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Movie: Children Underground (2001) by Edet Belzberg
One of the most astonishing and engaging cinematic works of the past decade, CHILDREN UNDERGROUND is a profoundly intimate and heart-wrenching drama about homeless children struggling for survival on the streets and in the subways of Bucharest, Romania.

Tags: Edet Belzberg, Documentary]]>
Wed, 20 Aug 2014 22:22:42 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/oflPw8gc7HY/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=134
One of the most astonishing and engaging cinematic works of the past decade, CHILDREN UNDERGROUND is a profoundly intimate and heart-wrenching drama about homeless children struggling for survival on the streets and in the subways of Bucharest, Romania.

Tags: Edet Belzberg, Documentary]]>
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Movie: Dogville (2003) by Lars Von Trier
Late one night, a beautiful and well-dressed young woman, Grace, arrives in the mountainous old mining town of Dogville as a fugitive; following the sound of gunshots in the distance which have been heard by Tom, the self-appointed moral spokesman for the town. Persuaded by Tom, the town agree to hide Grace, and in return she freely helps the locals. However, when the Sheriff from a neighbouring town posts a Missing notice, advertising a reward for revealing her whereabouts, the townsfolk require a better deal from Grace, in return for their silence; and when the Sheriff returns some weeks later with a Wanted poster, even though the citizens know her to be innocent of the false charges against her, the town's sense of goodness takes a sinister turn and the price of Grace's freedom becomes a workload and treatment akin to that of a slave. But Grace has a deadly secret that the townsfolk will eventually encounter.

Tags: Lars Von Trier, Drama]]>
Wed, 20 Aug 2014 22:19:30 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/S4qf6oVGu4U/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=133
Late one night, a beautiful and well-dressed young woman, Grace, arrives in the mountainous old mining town of Dogville as a fugitive; following the sound of gunshots in the distance which have been heard by Tom, the self-appointed moral spokesman for the town. Persuaded by Tom, the town agree to hide Grace, and in return she freely helps the locals. However, when the Sheriff from a neighbouring town posts a Missing notice, advertising a reward for revealing her whereabouts, the townsfolk require a better deal from Grace, in return for their silence; and when the Sheriff returns some weeks later with a Wanted poster, even though the citizens know her to be innocent of the false charges against her, the town's sense of goodness takes a sinister turn and the price of Grace's freedom becomes a workload and treatment akin to that of a slave. But Grace has a deadly secret that the townsfolk will eventually encounter.

Tags: Lars Von Trier, Drama]]>
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Video: Sad Emotional Love Story With Sad Music

Tags: Sadness, Cry, Death]]>
Mon, 11 Aug 2014 11:01:04 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/ANX7uMBkOLM/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=66

Tags: Sadness, Cry, Death]]>
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Video: Heart Touching Video Father and son are sitting on a bench. Suddenly a sparrow lands across them.
You don't need to be looking for some deep ideas of the video. You either feel the message deep within yourself or you don't.

Tags: Emotional, Cry, Father, Son]]>
Mon, 11 Aug 2014 10:49:10 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/9IbgNJX6WkA/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=65 Father and son are sitting on a bench. Suddenly a sparrow lands across them.
You don't need to be looking for some deep ideas of the video. You either feel the message deep within yourself or you don't.

Tags: Emotional, Cry, Father, Son]]>
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Movie: Blue Is the Warmest Color (2013) by Abdellatif Kechiche
Adèle is a high school student who is beginning to explore herself as a woman. She dates men but finds no satisfaction with them sexually, and is rejected by a female friend who she does desire. She dreams of something more. She meets Emma who is a free spirited girl whom Adèle's friends reject due to her sexuality, and by association most begin to reject Adèle. Her relationship with Emma grows into more than just friends as she is the only person with whom she can express herself openly. Together, Adèle and Emma explore social acceptance, sexuality, and the emotional spectrum of their maturing relationship.

Tags: Abdellatif Kechiche, Drama]]>
Sat, 09 Aug 2014 21:53:43 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/2rYuPvKJUhA/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=132
Adèle is a high school student who is beginning to explore herself as a woman. She dates men but finds no satisfaction with them sexually, and is rejected by a female friend who she does desire. She dreams of something more. She meets Emma who is a free spirited girl whom Adèle's friends reject due to her sexuality, and by association most begin to reject Adèle. Her relationship with Emma grows into more than just friends as she is the only person with whom she can express herself openly. Together, Adèle and Emma explore social acceptance, sexuality, and the emotional spectrum of their maturing relationship.

Tags: Abdellatif Kechiche, Drama]]>
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Movie: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button by David Fincher
On the day that Hurricane Katrina hits New Orleans, elderly Daisy Williams (nee Fuller) is on her deathbed in a New Orleans hospital. At her side is her adult daughter, Caroline. Daisy asks Caroline to read to her aloud the diary of Daisy's lifelong friend, Benjamin Button. Benjamin's diary recounts his entire extraordinary life, the primary unusual aspect of which was his aging backwards, being diagnosed with several aging diseases at birth and thus given little chance of survival, but who does survive and gets younger with time. Abandoned by his biological father, Thomas Button, after Benjamin's biological mother died in childbirth, Benjamin was raised by Queenie, a black woman and caregiver at a seniors home. Daisy's grandmother was a resident at that home, which is where she first met Benjamin. Although separated through the years, Daisy and Benjamin remain in contact throughout their lives, reconnecting in their forties when in age they finally match up. Some of the revelations ...

Tags: David Fincher, Romance, Drama, Fantasy]]>
Sat, 09 Aug 2014 21:51:37 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/eZs8nvacXGU/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=131
On the day that Hurricane Katrina hits New Orleans, elderly Daisy Williams (nee Fuller) is on her deathbed in a New Orleans hospital. At her side is her adult daughter, Caroline. Daisy asks Caroline to read to her aloud the diary of Daisy's lifelong friend, Benjamin Button. Benjamin's diary recounts his entire extraordinary life, the primary unusual aspect of which was his aging backwards, being diagnosed with several aging diseases at birth and thus given little chance of survival, but who does survive and gets younger with time. Abandoned by his biological father, Thomas Button, after Benjamin's biological mother died in childbirth, Benjamin was raised by Queenie, a black woman and caregiver at a seniors home. Daisy's grandmother was a resident at that home, which is where she first met Benjamin. Although separated through the years, Daisy and Benjamin remain in contact throughout their lives, reconnecting in their forties when in age they finally match up. Some of the revelations ...

Tags: David Fincher, Romance, Drama, Fantasy]]>
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Song: You're Not Sorry by Taylor Swift
All this time I was wasting,
Hoping you would come around
I've been giving out chances every time
And all you do is let me down
And it's taken me this long
Baby but I figured you out
And you're thinking we'll be fine again,
But not this time around

You don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no no oh

Looking so innocent,
I might believe you if I didn't know
Could've loved you all my life
If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold
And you got your share of secrets
And I'm tired of being last to know
And now you're asking me to listen
Cause it's worked each time before

But you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no no, oh

You're not sorry no no oh

You had me crying for you honey
And it never would've gone away, no
You used to shine so bright
But I watched all of it fade

So you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
There's nothing left to beg for
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no no oh

You're not sorry, no no oh
Tags: Taylor Swift, Sorrow, Sorry]]>
Wed, 23 Jul 2014 22:07:35 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/pDZIcM_cHnc/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=232
All this time I was wasting,
Hoping you would come around
I've been giving out chances every time
And all you do is let me down
And it's taken me this long
Baby but I figured you out
And you're thinking we'll be fine again,
But not this time around

You don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no no oh

Looking so innocent,
I might believe you if I didn't know
Could've loved you all my life
If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold
And you got your share of secrets
And I'm tired of being last to know
And now you're asking me to listen
Cause it's worked each time before

But you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no no, oh

You're not sorry no no oh

You had me crying for you honey
And it never would've gone away, no
You used to shine so bright
But I watched all of it fade

So you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
There's nothing left to beg for
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no no oh

You're not sorry, no no oh
Tags: Taylor Swift, Sorrow, Sorry]]>
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Song: Still Loving You by Scorpions
Time, it needs time
To win back your love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, only love
Can bring back your love someday
I will be there, I will be there

I'll fight, babe, I'll fight
To win back your love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, only love
Can break down the wall someday
I will be there, I will be there

If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Your pride has built a wall, so strong
That I can't get through
Is there really no chance
To start once again
I'm loving you

Try, baby try
To trust in my love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, our love
Just shouldn't be thrown away
I will be there, I will be there

If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Your pride has built a wall, so strong
That I can't get through
Is there really no chance
To start once again

If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Yes, I've hurt your pride, and I know
What you've been through
You should give me a chance
This can't be the end
I'm still loving you
I'm still loving you, I need your love
I'm still loving you
Tags: Scorpions, Love, Pride]]>
Wed, 23 Jul 2014 22:05:30 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/tCXTTC2ejxI/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=231
Time, it needs time
To win back your love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, only love
Can bring back your love someday
I will be there, I will be there

I'll fight, babe, I'll fight
To win back your love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, only love
Can break down the wall someday
I will be there, I will be there

If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Your pride has built a wall, so strong
That I can't get through
Is there really no chance
To start once again
I'm loving you

Try, baby try
To trust in my love again
I will be there, I will be there
Love, our love
Just shouldn't be thrown away
I will be there, I will be there

If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Your pride has built a wall, so strong
That I can't get through
Is there really no chance
To start once again

If we'd go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Yes, I've hurt your pride, and I know
What you've been through
You should give me a chance
This can't be the end
I'm still loving you
I'm still loving you, I need your love
I'm still loving you
Tags: Scorpions, Love, Pride]]>
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Movie: Sunshine (1999) by István Szabó
The film follows a Jewish family living in Hungary through three generations, rising from humble beginnings to positions of wealth and power in the crumbling Austro-Hungarian Empire. The patriarch becomes a prominent judge but is torn when his government sanctions anti-Jewish persecutions. His son converts to Christianity to advance his career as a champion fencer and Olympic hero, but is caught up in the Holocaust. Finally, the grandson, after surviving war, revolution, loss and betrayal, realizes that his ultimate allegiance must be to himself and his heritage.

Tags: István Szabó, Drama, Romance]]>
Tue, 22 Jul 2014 21:55:50 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/M-Lo6JHcIRI/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=130
The film follows a Jewish family living in Hungary through three generations, rising from humble beginnings to positions of wealth and power in the crumbling Austro-Hungarian Empire. The patriarch becomes a prominent judge but is torn when his government sanctions anti-Jewish persecutions. His son converts to Christianity to advance his career as a champion fencer and Olympic hero, but is caught up in the Holocaust. Finally, the grandson, after surviving war, revolution, loss and betrayal, realizes that his ultimate allegiance must be to himself and his heritage.

Tags: István Szabó, Drama, Romance]]>
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Movie: The Duchess (2008) by Saul Dibb
Georgiana Spencer became Duchess of Devonshire on her marriage to the Duke in 1774, at the height of the Georgian period, a period of fashion, decadence, and political change. Spirited and adored by the public at large she quickly found her marriage to be a disappointment, defined by her duty to produce a male heir and the Duke's philandering and callous indifference to her. She befriends Lady Bess but finds she is once again betrayed by her husband who wields his power with the three eventually living uncomfortably together. Against this background, and with the pressures of an unfaithful husband, strict social pressures and constant public scrutiny, Georgiana falls passionately in love with Charles Grey, a rising young Whig politician. However, despite his ongoing liaison with Lady Bess, the Duke refuses to allow her to continue the affair and threatens to take her children from her.

Tags: Saul Dibb, Biography, Drama, History]]>
Tue, 22 Jul 2014 21:36:47 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/VEaqnhN_m6E/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=129
Georgiana Spencer became Duchess of Devonshire on her marriage to the Duke in 1774, at the height of the Georgian period, a period of fashion, decadence, and political change. Spirited and adored by the public at large she quickly found her marriage to be a disappointment, defined by her duty to produce a male heir and the Duke's philandering and callous indifference to her. She befriends Lady Bess but finds she is once again betrayed by her husband who wields his power with the three eventually living uncomfortably together. Against this background, and with the pressures of an unfaithful husband, strict social pressures and constant public scrutiny, Georgiana falls passionately in love with Charles Grey, a rising young Whig politician. However, despite his ongoing liaison with Lady Bess, the Duke refuses to allow her to continue the affair and threatens to take her children from her.

Tags: Saul Dibb, Biography, Drama, History]]>
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Movie: Australia (2008) by Baz Luhrmann
In northern Australia at the beginning of World War II, an English aristocrat inherits a cattle station the size of Maryland. When English cattle barons plot to take her land, she reluctantly joins forces with a rough-hewn stock-man to drive 2,000 head of cattle across hundreds of miles of the country's most unforgiving land, only to still face the bombing of Darwin, Australia, by the Japanese forces that had attacked Pearl Harbor only months earlier.

Tags: Baz Luhrmann, History, Drama]]>
Sun, 20 Jul 2014 22:37:06 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/-qDtDlhV7PI/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=128
In northern Australia at the beginning of World War II, an English aristocrat inherits a cattle station the size of Maryland. When English cattle barons plot to take her land, she reluctantly joins forces with a rough-hewn stock-man to drive 2,000 head of cattle across hundreds of miles of the country's most unforgiving land, only to still face the bombing of Darwin, Australia, by the Japanese forces that had attacked Pearl Harbor only months earlier.

Tags: Baz Luhrmann, History, Drama]]>
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Song: All Of Me by John Legend
[Verse 1:]
What would I do without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down
What's going on in that beautiful mind
I'm on your magical mystery ride
And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright

[Pre-Chorus:]
My head's under water
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

[Chorus:]
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh

[Verse 2:]
How many times do I have to tell you
Even when you're crying you're beautiful too
The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood
You're my downfall, you're my muse
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues
I can't stop singing, it's ringing, in my head for you

[Pre-Chorus:]
My head's under water
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

[Chorus:]
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh

[Bridge:]
Give me all of you
Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it's hard

[Chorus:]
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you

I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh
Tags: John Legend, Love, Soft]]>
Sat, 12 Jul 2014 21:19:56 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/ckT6NenSBBY/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=230
[Verse 1:]
What would I do without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down
What's going on in that beautiful mind
I'm on your magical mystery ride
And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright

[Pre-Chorus:]
My head's under water
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

[Chorus:]
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh

[Verse 2:]
How many times do I have to tell you
Even when you're crying you're beautiful too
The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood
You're my downfall, you're my muse
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues
I can't stop singing, it's ringing, in my head for you

[Pre-Chorus:]
My head's under water
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind

[Chorus:]
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh

[Bridge:]
Give me all of you
Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts
Risking it all, though it's hard

[Chorus:]
'Cause all of me
Loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me
I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose I'm winning
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you

I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, ohoh
Tags: John Legend, Love, Soft]]>
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Movie: Her (2013) by Spike Jonze
Theodore is a lonely man in the final stages of his divorce. When he's not working as a letter writer, his down time is spent playing video games and occasionally hanging out with friends. He decides to purchase the new OS1, which is advertised as the world's first artificially intelligent operating system, "It's not just an operating system, it's a consciousness," the ad states. Theodore quickly finds himself drawn in with Samantha, the voice behind his OS1. As they start spending time together they grow closer and closer and eventually find themselves in love. Having fallen in love with his OS, Theodore finds himself dealing with feelings of both great joy and doubt. As an OS, Samantha has powerful intelligence that she uses to help Theodore in ways others hadn't, but how does she help him deal with his inner conflict of being in love with an OS?

Tags: Spike Jonze, Emotional, Alone]]>
Thu, 10 Jul 2014 20:43:21 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/hNep4DHwZU8/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=127
Theodore is a lonely man in the final stages of his divorce. When he's not working as a letter writer, his down time is spent playing video games and occasionally hanging out with friends. He decides to purchase the new OS1, which is advertised as the world's first artificially intelligent operating system, "It's not just an operating system, it's a consciousness," the ad states. Theodore quickly finds himself drawn in with Samantha, the voice behind his OS1. As they start spending time together they grow closer and closer and eventually find themselves in love. Having fallen in love with his OS, Theodore finds himself dealing with feelings of both great joy and doubt. As an OS, Samantha has powerful intelligence that she uses to help Theodore in ways others hadn't, but how does she help him deal with his inner conflict of being in love with an OS?

Tags: Spike Jonze, Emotional, Alone]]>
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Movie: Dead Snow (2009) by Tommy Wirkola
Several friends take to the mountains and shack-up in the wilderness of back-of-beyond to enjoy a little R & R together, their peace is soon interrupted by a mysterious old man, warning them of a local curse that during the German occupation of the local area that these Nazi invaders were brutal and harsh in their methods of control. Telling of the legend of the villager's revolt that drove them up into the cold, dark mountains where they perished, that is until rumour of their return in the form of zombies, evil Nazi zombies.

Tags: Tommy Wirkola, Horror, Zombies]]>
Thu, 10 Jul 2014 20:32:40 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/bHZmvljHj3A/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=126
Several friends take to the mountains and shack-up in the wilderness of back-of-beyond to enjoy a little R & R together, their peace is soon interrupted by a mysterious old man, warning them of a local curse that during the German occupation of the local area that these Nazi invaders were brutal and harsh in their methods of control. Telling of the legend of the villager's revolt that drove them up into the cold, dark mountains where they perished, that is until rumour of their return in the form of zombies, evil Nazi zombies.

Tags: Tommy Wirkola, Horror, Zombies]]>
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Movie: Silver Linings Playbook (2012) by David O. Russell
Against medical advice and without the knowledge of her husband Pat Solatano Sr., caring Dolores Solatano discharges her adult son, Pat Solatano Jr., from a Maryland mental health institution after his minimum eight month court ordered stint. The condition of the release includes Pat Jr. moving back in with his parents in their Philadelphia home. Although Pat Jr.'s institutionalization was due to him beating up the lover of his wife Nikki, he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Nikki has since left him and has received a restraining order against him. Although he is on medication (which he doesn't take because of the way it makes him feel) and has mandatory therapy sessions, Pat Jr. feels like he can manage on the outside solely by healthy living and looking for the "silver linings" in his life. His goals are to get his old job back as a substitute teacher, but more importantly reunite with Nikki. He finds there are certain instances where he doesn't cope well, however no less so ...

Tags: Romance, Love, Separation, Struggle, David O. Russell]]>
Mon, 07 Jul 2014 21:37:15 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/NJj2Qg5FbTo/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=125
Against medical advice and without the knowledge of her husband Pat Solatano Sr., caring Dolores Solatano discharges her adult son, Pat Solatano Jr., from a Maryland mental health institution after his minimum eight month court ordered stint. The condition of the release includes Pat Jr. moving back in with his parents in their Philadelphia home. Although Pat Jr.'s institutionalization was due to him beating up the lover of his wife Nikki, he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Nikki has since left him and has received a restraining order against him. Although he is on medication (which he doesn't take because of the way it makes him feel) and has mandatory therapy sessions, Pat Jr. feels like he can manage on the outside solely by healthy living and looking for the "silver linings" in his life. His goals are to get his old job back as a substitute teacher, but more importantly reunite with Nikki. He finds there are certain instances where he doesn't cope well, however no less so ...

Tags: Romance, Love, Separation, Struggle, David O. Russell]]>
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Video: Hospital Window - Inspirational Video

Tags: Support, Inspirational, Hope]]>
Sun, 06 Jul 2014 21:35:31 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/vFXj-KdTAeA/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=64

Tags: Support, Inspirational, Hope]]>
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Movie: About Time (I) (2013) by Richard Curtis
At the age of 21, Tim Lake (Domhnall Gleeson) discovers he can travel in time... The night after another unsatisfactory New Year party, Tim's father (Bill Nighy) tells his son that the men in his family have always had the ability to travel through time. Tim can't change history, but he can change what happens and has happened in his own life-so he decides to make his world a better place...by getting a girlfriend. Sadly, that turns out not to be as easy as you might think. Moving from the Cornwall coast to London to train as a lawyer, Tim finally meets the beautiful but insecure Mary (Rachel McAdams). They fall in love, then an unfortunate time-travel incident means he's never met her at all. So they meet for the first time again-and again-but finally, after a lot of cunning time-traveling, he wins her heart. Tim then uses his power to create the perfect romantic proposal, to save his wedding from the worst best-man speeches, to save his best friend from professional disaster and to ...

Tags: Richard Curtis, Love, Romance, Drama]]>
Thu, 03 Jul 2014 20:26:02 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/7gqYJOuEnQo/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=124
At the age of 21, Tim Lake (Domhnall Gleeson) discovers he can travel in time... The night after another unsatisfactory New Year party, Tim's father (Bill Nighy) tells his son that the men in his family have always had the ability to travel through time. Tim can't change history, but he can change what happens and has happened in his own life-so he decides to make his world a better place...by getting a girlfriend. Sadly, that turns out not to be as easy as you might think. Moving from the Cornwall coast to London to train as a lawyer, Tim finally meets the beautiful but insecure Mary (Rachel McAdams). They fall in love, then an unfortunate time-travel incident means he's never met her at all. So they meet for the first time again-and again-but finally, after a lot of cunning time-traveling, he wins her heart. Tim then uses his power to create the perfect romantic proposal, to save his wedding from the worst best-man speeches, to save his best friend from professional disaster and to ...

Tags: Richard Curtis, Love, Romance, Drama]]>
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Song: Trouble Is by Backstreet Boys
[Howie:]
How come you never know
What you got until it's gone
Too bad
Because I never felt so good with anyone
How fooled was I into thinking
I was gonna be alright
Okay
Fine

[Nick/Howie:]
So every day I try a little harder
To forget her
Lie here convince myself
Tomorrow will be better

[Chorus:]
The trouble is I can't get her out of my mind
When I close my eyes at night
Who's gonna save me
Now she's gone
The trouble is there's a part of me
That still can't let go of her memory
And now I know what it is
Love is what the trouble is

[Howie:]
Love is what the trouble is

[AJ:]
How come she said
You never wear your heart
Where I can see
Too bad
Cause now I'm the one
Who's sorry
How stupid was I into thinking
I was gonna be alright
Okay
Fine
So everyday I find a little something
To remind me
No matter how I try
I can't put the past behind me

[Repeat Chorus]

[AJ:]
Love has let me go
I'm alright, I'm okay
I'll be fine, give it time

[All:]
But the only trouble is I can't get her out of my mind
When I close my eyes at night
Who's gonna save me
Now she's gone (she's gone)
The trouble is there's a part of me
That still can't let go of her memory (I just can't)
And now I know what it is (now I know)
And now I know what it is
Cause love is what the trouble is
The trouble
Love... Love is what the trouble is
Tags: Backstreet Boys, Love, Memories]]>
Thu, 03 Jul 2014 20:22:20 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/WXRcz7NGGlk/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=229
[Howie:]
How come you never know
What you got until it's gone
Too bad
Because I never felt so good with anyone
How fooled was I into thinking
I was gonna be alright
Okay
Fine

[Nick/Howie:]
So every day I try a little harder
To forget her
Lie here convince myself
Tomorrow will be better

[Chorus:]
The trouble is I can't get her out of my mind
When I close my eyes at night
Who's gonna save me
Now she's gone
The trouble is there's a part of me
That still can't let go of her memory
And now I know what it is
Love is what the trouble is

[Howie:]
Love is what the trouble is

[AJ:]
How come she said
You never wear your heart
Where I can see
Too bad
Cause now I'm the one
Who's sorry
How stupid was I into thinking
I was gonna be alright
Okay
Fine
So everyday I find a little something
To remind me
No matter how I try
I can't put the past behind me

[Repeat Chorus]

[AJ:]
Love has let me go
I'm alright, I'm okay
I'll be fine, give it time

[All:]
But the only trouble is I can't get her out of my mind
When I close my eyes at night
Who's gonna save me
Now she's gone (she's gone)
The trouble is there's a part of me
That still can't let go of her memory (I just can't)
And now I know what it is (now I know)
And now I know what it is
Cause love is what the trouble is
The trouble
Love... Love is what the trouble is
Tags: Backstreet Boys, Love, Memories]]>
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Video: A Wedding That Will Move You
Early this year, Rowden and Leizl decided to get married on July 8, 2014, Rowden's 30th birthday. Together with their adorable 2-year-old daughter, they already had a perfect family.

Then a twist of fate, Rowden got diagnosed with stage IV liver cancer in late May. His last request was to marry his one true love. After 12hours of preparations, his dream was fulfilled. Unable to take him outside the hospital, we brought the church to him. It was like a heartbreaking fairytale.

Rowden Go, at the age of 29-years-old, passed away on June 11, 2014. Less than 10hours after he said his vows.

He is survived by his wife Leizel May, daughter Zakiah Rowzel, mother Lorelei, and brothers Hasset & Hisham.

Tags: Death, Wedding, Sick, Cancer, Bride]]>
Mon, 30 Jun 2014 03:01:09 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/-Q_FGF0C0g8/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=63
Early this year, Rowden and Leizl decided to get married on July 8, 2014, Rowden's 30th birthday. Together with their adorable 2-year-old daughter, they already had a perfect family.

Then a twist of fate, Rowden got diagnosed with stage IV liver cancer in late May. His last request was to marry his one true love. After 12hours of preparations, his dream was fulfilled. Unable to take him outside the hospital, we brought the church to him. It was like a heartbreaking fairytale.

Rowden Go, at the age of 29-years-old, passed away on June 11, 2014. Less than 10hours after he said his vows.

He is survived by his wife Leizel May, daughter Zakiah Rowzel, mother Lorelei, and brothers Hasset & Hisham.

Tags: Death, Wedding, Sick, Cancer, Bride]]>
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Movie: The English Patient (1996) by Anthony Minghella
Beginning in the 1930's, "The English Patient" tells the story of Count Almásy who is a Hungarian map maker employed by the Royal Geographical Society to chart the vast expanses of the Sahara Desert along with several other prominent explorers. As World War II unfolds, Almásy enters into a world of love, betrayal, and politics that is later revealed in a series of flashbacks while Almásy is on his death bed after being horribly burned in a plane crash.

Tags: Anthony Minghella, War, Romance, Drama]]>
Sun, 29 Jun 2014 20:33:19 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/yhi1CrlOMXY/sad_movie.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_movie.php?id=123
Beginning in the 1930's, "The English Patient" tells the story of Count Almásy who is a Hungarian map maker employed by the Royal Geographical Society to chart the vast expanses of the Sahara Desert along with several other prominent explorers. As World War II unfolds, Almásy enters into a world of love, betrayal, and politics that is later revealed in a series of flashbacks while Almásy is on his death bed after being horribly burned in a plane crash.

Tags: Anthony Minghella, War, Romance, Drama]]>
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Song: High Hopes by Pink Floyd
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun

Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway
Do they still meet there by the Cut

There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide

At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever
Tags: Pink Floyd, Alone]]>
Sun, 29 Jun 2014 20:17:56 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/GlygPQFc-7I/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=228
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun

Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway
Do they still meet there by the Cut

There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide

At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever
Tags: Pink Floyd, Alone]]>
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Song: The Final Cut by Pink Floyd
through the fish eyed lens of tear stained eyes
i can barely define the shape of this moment in time
and far from flying high in clear blue skies
i'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where i hide
if you negotiate the minefield in the drive
and beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
and if you make it past the shotgun in the hall
dial the combination. open the priesthole
and if i'm in i'll tell you what's behind the wall
there's a kid who had a big hallucination
making love to girls in magazines
he wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith
could anybody love him
or is it just a crazy dream
and if i show you my dark side
will you still hold me tonight
and if i open my heart to you
and show you my weak side
what would you do
would you sell your story to rolling stone
would you take the children away
and leave me alone
and smile in reassurance
as you whisper down the phone
would you send me packing
or would you take me home
thought i oughta bare my naked feelings
thought i oughta tear the curtain down
i held the blade in trembling hands
prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
i never had the nerve to make the final cut
Tags: Pink Floyd, Depressed, Hurt]]>
Sun, 29 Jun 2014 20:16:34 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/7E8GoUfWiA4/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=227
through the fish eyed lens of tear stained eyes
i can barely define the shape of this moment in time
and far from flying high in clear blue skies
i'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where i hide
if you negotiate the minefield in the drive
and beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
and if you make it past the shotgun in the hall
dial the combination. open the priesthole
and if i'm in i'll tell you what's behind the wall
there's a kid who had a big hallucination
making love to girls in magazines
he wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith
could anybody love him
or is it just a crazy dream
and if i show you my dark side
will you still hold me tonight
and if i open my heart to you
and show you my weak side
what would you do
would you sell your story to rolling stone
would you take the children away
and leave me alone
and smile in reassurance
as you whisper down the phone
would you send me packing
or would you take me home
thought i oughta bare my naked feelings
thought i oughta tear the curtain down
i held the blade in trembling hands
prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
i never had the nerve to make the final cut
Tags: Pink Floyd, Depressed, Hurt]]>
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Song: Dust In The Wind by Kansas
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes with curiosity

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind

Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

(Aa aa aa)
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Oh, ho, ho

Now don't hang on
Nothin' lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
(All we are is dust in the wind)

Dust in the wind
(Everything is dust in the wind)
Everything is dust in the wind
(In the wind)

(Ooo)
(Ooo)
(Ooo)
Tags: Kansas, Empty, Love]]>
Mon, 09 Jun 2014 19:29:53 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/LTc9axTUxNs/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=226
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes with curiosity

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind

Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

(Aa aa aa)
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Oh, ho, ho

Now don't hang on
Nothin' lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy

Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
(All we are is dust in the wind)

Dust in the wind
(Everything is dust in the wind)
Everything is dust in the wind
(In the wind)

(Ooo)
(Ooo)
(Ooo)
Tags: Kansas, Empty, Love]]>
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Video: The most inspiring video you will ever watch!

Tags: Inspirational, Staystrong]]>
Mon, 26 May 2014 20:32:14 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/z4gOtcM9DNw/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=62

Tags: Inspirational, Staystrong]]>
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Song: Shattered by Backstreet Boys
[A.J:]
So empty, can't feel no more,
As I'm left with my tears on the floor
I wait for my heart to mend,
But you keep tearing a hole

[Brian:]
Inside, I'm so lost,
In the middle of my heart
It's a battlefield of love,
I've been fighting far too long

[Brian:] And now I'm shattered,
[Nick:] (From you chipping my heart, kept taking it till it broke)
[Brian:] Oh how it hurts
[Nick:] Felt it slip from your hand, hit the ground and now it's shattered)
[Brian:] I'm so shattered
[Nick, Howie:] (Can't believe you left me, I'm so shattered)
[Brian:] So shattered
[Nick, Howie:] (Can't believe, you left me, ah)

[Brian:] So shattered

[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe, you left me, I'm so shattered

[Brian:] I'm shattered, cut from with-inside, oh

[Nick:]
What am I still here for,
Could it be that I'm just waiting
Hoping you'd rescue me,
And put the pieces together again

[Howie:]
Inside, I'm so lost,
In the middle of my heart
It's a battlefield of love,
I've been fighting far too long

[Brian:] And now I'm shattered
[Howie:] Oh
[Nick:] From you chipping my heart, kept taking it till it broke
[Brian:] Oh how it hurts
[Nick:] Felt it slip from your hand, hit the ground and now it's shattered
[Brian:] I'm so shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe you left me, I'm so shattered
[Brian:] So shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe, you left me, ah
[Brian:] So shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe, you left me, I'm so shattered
[Brian:] I'm shattered, cut from with-inside, oh

[Nick:]
Tell me what you're really here for,
If you never really loved me
I gave my all but it still wasn't enough

'Cause all you had to say was that you ain't
Looking for commitment
Instead of telling me what I wanted to hear, oh-ho

[Howie:]
You took my emotions
And scattered them on the ground
So hard to just pick up,
And move on with life, again

[Brian:] And now I'm shattered
[A.J.:] Oh
[Nick:] From you chipping my heart, kept taking it till it broke
[Brian:] Oh how it hurts
[Nick:] Felt it slip from your hand, hit the ground and now it's shattered
[Brian:] I'm so shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe you left me, I'm so shattered
[Brian:] So shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe, you left me, ah
[Brian:] So shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe, you left me, I'm so shattered
[Brian:] I'm shattered, cut from with-inside

[A.J.:] So shattered
[Brian:] Oh yes, I can't believe, you left me, so shattered
Tags: Backstreet Boys, Shattered, Alone, Hurt]]>
Mon, 26 May 2014 20:28:54 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/6HAIYOtR_uI/sad_song.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_song.php?id=225
[A.J:]
So empty, can't feel no more,
As I'm left with my tears on the floor
I wait for my heart to mend,
But you keep tearing a hole

[Brian:]
Inside, I'm so lost,
In the middle of my heart
It's a battlefield of love,
I've been fighting far too long

[Brian:] And now I'm shattered,
[Nick:] (From you chipping my heart, kept taking it till it broke)
[Brian:] Oh how it hurts
[Nick:] Felt it slip from your hand, hit the ground and now it's shattered)
[Brian:] I'm so shattered
[Nick, Howie:] (Can't believe you left me, I'm so shattered)
[Brian:] So shattered
[Nick, Howie:] (Can't believe, you left me, ah)

[Brian:] So shattered

[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe, you left me, I'm so shattered

[Brian:] I'm shattered, cut from with-inside, oh

[Nick:]
What am I still here for,
Could it be that I'm just waiting
Hoping you'd rescue me,
And put the pieces together again

[Howie:]
Inside, I'm so lost,
In the middle of my heart
It's a battlefield of love,
I've been fighting far too long

[Brian:] And now I'm shattered
[Howie:] Oh
[Nick:] From you chipping my heart, kept taking it till it broke
[Brian:] Oh how it hurts
[Nick:] Felt it slip from your hand, hit the ground and now it's shattered
[Brian:] I'm so shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe you left me, I'm so shattered
[Brian:] So shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe, you left me, ah
[Brian:] So shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe, you left me, I'm so shattered
[Brian:] I'm shattered, cut from with-inside, oh

[Nick:]
Tell me what you're really here for,
If you never really loved me
I gave my all but it still wasn't enough

'Cause all you had to say was that you ain't
Looking for commitment
Instead of telling me what I wanted to hear, oh-ho

[Howie:]
You took my emotions
And scattered them on the ground
So hard to just pick up,
And move on with life, again

[Brian:] And now I'm shattered
[A.J.:] Oh
[Nick:] From you chipping my heart, kept taking it till it broke
[Brian:] Oh how it hurts
[Nick:] Felt it slip from your hand, hit the ground and now it's shattered
[Brian:] I'm so shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe you left me, I'm so shattered
[Brian:] So shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe, you left me, ah
[Brian:] So shattered
[Nick, Howie:] Can't believe, you left me, I'm so shattered
[Brian:] I'm shattered, cut from with-inside

[A.J.:] So shattered
[Brian:] Oh yes, I can't believe, you left me, so shattered
Tags: Backstreet Boys, Shattered, Alone, Hurt]]>
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Video: "Hey" - Short Film on Bullying

Tags: Bullying, Alone, Hurt]]>
Fri, 09 May 2014 22:43:20 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/bcA-vIYYTHc/sad_video.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_video.php?id=61

Tags: Bullying, Alone, Hurt]]>
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Article: Sad quotes for a broken heart Sadness is a part of life that is unavoidable and arises from lost dreams and opportunities. It engulfs people into its pit and right then sad quotes can come to the best rescue. Sad quotes are soul-stirring that strikes a chord when we feel sad. These powerful words express deep truths right from the heart. There are many famous sad quotes that seem to echo our emotions which has been written when that person felt that way and it's always comforting to know that there are others who has also traveled in the same path.

Some of the amazing top sad quotes that I find really comforting when depressed and you might find them soothing too are:
'Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.' This quote is by Javan. It jerks and brings me to reality and makes me think logical.

'They that sow in tears shall reap in joy' by Psalms reminds me not to lose hope and one drop of tear draws a person one step more closer to happiness.
'Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears' by Marcus Aurelius and 'Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong' by Winston Churchill are two favorite quotes I like a lot as it talks about being strong and not feel the pain. It's really inspiring when I feel hurt or isolated.

Another cool sad quote that I often recall when I feel sad is, 'Hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable'. It reminds me that experiences only make one more practical in life.

Then there are some other really great sad quotes like,
'Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad' by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
'For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been' by John Greenleaf Whittier
'Let your tears come. Let them water your soul' by Eileen Mayhew

'Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation' by Kahlil Gibran
And finally the most heart touching one that I often secure it deep in my heart is the quote, 'The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you' by Unknown Author which reminds me to realize the love of the ones who love me before it's too late and not go through the pain of losing a loved one by taking too long to recognize the love.

These sad quotes will help you to go through tough times and bring more tranquility of mind.


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Sun, 12 May 2013 14:54:58 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/wGGF0_ZiafM/sad_article.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_article.php?id=4 Sadness is a part of life that is unavoidable and arises from lost dreams and opportunities. It engulfs people into its pit and right then sad quotes can come to the best rescue. Sad quotes are soul-stirring that strikes a chord when we feel sad. These powerful words express deep truths right from the heart. There are many famous sad quotes that seem to echo our emotions which has been written when that person felt that way and it's always comforting to know that there are others who has also traveled in the same path.

Some of the amazing top sad quotes that I find really comforting when depressed and you might find them soothing too are:
'Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.' This quote is by Javan. It jerks and brings me to reality and makes me think logical.

'They that sow in tears shall reap in joy' by Psalms reminds me not to lose hope and one drop of tear draws a person one step more closer to happiness.
'Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears' by Marcus Aurelius and 'Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong' by Winston Churchill are two favorite quotes I like a lot as it talks about being strong and not feel the pain. It's really inspiring when I feel hurt or isolated.

Another cool sad quote that I often recall when I feel sad is, 'Hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable'. It reminds me that experiences only make one more practical in life.

Then there are some other really great sad quotes like,
'Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad' by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
'For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been' by John Greenleaf Whittier
'Let your tears come. Let them water your soul' by Eileen Mayhew

'Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation' by Kahlil Gibran
And finally the most heart touching one that I often secure it deep in my heart is the quote, 'The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you' by Unknown Author which reminds me to realize the love of the ones who love me before it's too late and not go through the pain of losing a loved one by taking too long to recognize the love.

These sad quotes will help you to go through tough times and bring more tranquility of mind.


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Article: Top 5 Sad Movies Titanic

TitanicTitanic (1997) is probably the most well-known movie on this top 5. The movie itself takes place on the first trip of the ship “Titanic”.
 
The movie starts in 1996, where a team of divers tries to find the sunken ship. They are searching for a previous diamond. The divers find the ship, but they do not find the diamond that they were looking for in the first place.
 
We hear the story about Rose Dewitt Bukater. She was only 17 years old when Titanic sat sails from Southampton in England. Titanic was supposed to travel to New York. She is traveling along with her mother and her fiancé. At the first night at the ship, Rose tries to commit suicide by jumping in the water. It does not work out because she is stopped by a man named Jack.
Jack and Rose falls in love with each other, which causes a lot of problems due to the fact that Rose has already promised to marry someone else. Jack and Rose come from different parts of society and this also causes them a lot of problems.

What happens next is that Titanic hits and iceberg, which in the end, causes the ship to sink.

Titanic is a lot about love and happiness, but we also see the darker side of these. We see anger, desperations and other dark emotions. The desperation is mostly clear between Jack and Rose, due to the fact the she is already engaged when they meet and fall in love with each other.

 

Boys Don’t Cry

Boys don't cry“Boys don’t cry” (1999) is about a based on the true story of the life of Brandon Teena. The movie tells us the story about a woman, who chooses to live her life as a man. Throughout her life, she suffers from her choice because of the consequences of her actions. Brandon moves away from Nebraska and into a new community. In her new town, the other people are not seeing person of transgender as human beings. Through the movie, Brandon ends up with a reputation of being a ladies’ man. Later in the story, Brandon ends up in prison. In prison, he develops to be a very, angry young man whose anger turns into actions after some time.
 
“Boys don’t cry” is a movie which is full of emotions. Through the movie, we get to feel all of the emotions that Brandon feels. We can feel the anger, pain and suffering he is going through. The whole community around his new neighborhood shows what conditions some of us have to live with. It is not easy to be different from the “normal” and in this movie; we get to see the life of a human in another perspective than we are used to. All these emotions in this film reminds, at least some of us, that we should be glad about what we have, because there will always be a lot of people, who has it a lot worse than we do. 

 

The Perfect Storm

At this point, we have now made it to the highest ranked on this list.
 
The number one on this list is the movie “The Perfect Storm” (2000) directed by Wolfgang Petersen and Allen Payne. The movie is in many ways a lot like the other movies, but it has its differences, which is why it has made it to number one.
 
The Perfect Storm is about a group of fishermen from Gloucester, who leaves everything behind and is chasing their road to happiness and wealth and the ocean. In October 1991, the ship “Andrea Gail”, with fishermen, sets sail. After some time, they get their weather report which tells them that there is a storm coming their way, which can cause a perfect storm.
 
Due to the fact that the Hurricane “Grace” is behind them, they decide to continue with their fishing. At the ocean, the fishermen faces a lot of problems like weather, they relationship which each other and other disasters.
 
When everything is good and there are catching a lot of fish, their ice machine breaks down and they needs to make a big decision. They can now choose between letting the fish root or try to make it through the hurricane. The desperate fishermen decide to make their way through the huge hurricane. Soon, they find themselves in the middle of the biggest storm in ages.
 
The Perfect Storm is definitely a sad movie. As in the previous movies, we get to feel a lot of emotions. In this movie, I felt mostly sadness and desperation towards the fishermen. The ending of the movie was priceless in my opinion and that is one of the places where “The Perfect Storm” is different from the other movie that I has mentioned.

 

Philadelphia

PhiladelphiaPhiladelphia (1993) is an American movie. With Tom Hanks and Denzel Washington as the stars of the movie, Philadelphia is about a young man who suffers from AIDS and the need to hide the real him.
 
Andrew Beckett is homosexual and is working in one of the largest companies in Philadelphia. He is not open about his homosexuality, or the fact that he has got AIDS, on his work and do to the fact that he has got no one to turn to, this costs him a lot of pain and suffering.
 
One day, he is assigned to one of the company’s most important cases. During the case, a worker notices something odd on Andrew. Embarrassed, he stays home to cover the lesion on his forehead. At home, he tries to finish the case and then deliver it to the office, but it gets worse and he is rushed to the hospital to make sure that he is not dying.
 
Andrew’s life gets a lot worse and he even gets fired from his job. Andrew prosecutes his previous contractor and the case goes to court. As the case goes to court, Andrew faces some new problem; his previous contractor tells the court, that Andrew has been hiding his condition for them and therefore, it was okay to them to fire him. During the testimony, Andrew collapses. His lawyer and family visit him there. After the family has gone, Andrew tells that he is ready to die.
 
At the end of the movie, we see Andrew’s funeral where there is a lot of mourners.
 
As seen in the movie, Philadelphia is about trying to overcome your problems to stay above water. In this movie, it is one man against all the others and we get to see how sickness can break you down in so many ways. Philadelphia is a frustrating movie in many ways, because it is even hard, as a viewer, to imagine all the problems that Andrew was going through and it is even harder to put ourselves in his place.

 

 

We Were Soldier

We were soldier“We were soldier” (2002) is directed by Randall Wallace. The movie is about the major battle of the Vietnam War and we see it through the eyes of the American units in Vietnam.
The film itself is based on the book “We were soldiers once… and young” by Hal Moore, who participated in the war himself.
The United States has entered the Vietnamese war. At this point, Hal Moore is a dedicated and committed young man and he is training the troops that are under his command.
After arriving in Vietnamese area, Hal finds out that an American base has been attacked and several of their soldiers have been killed. After this information, he needs to move his men and eliminate their enemy. At the time of their moving, Hal has not got any idea of the number of the Vietnamese troopers in the area at this point.

Later in the film, the group of soldiers is lured into an ambush by a Vietnamese. With no options left, Hal decides to call on his radio and tell the other Americans that they have been lured into an ambush and cannot defend themselves. They will now stay alive much longer so he orders all the available aircraft to attack their Vietnamese enemy to kill or chase them away from Hal and his soldiers. The aircraft bombs and uses machine guns at the enemy. After the attacking, the Vietnamese troopers repel and the surviving Americans are rescued.

In the end, the Vietnamese plans a big counter attack and you must see the movie yourself to see the outcome.
 
This movie has made it to this list, because it shows us the horrific actions of war. Throughout the movie, we can almost feel the pain that the soldiers feel during the movie and we see what war really is about. We can feel the love that the soldiers feel for their country while they are willing to sacrifice their lives to make a difference in Vietnam. The movie proves that you may need to sacrifice something important to you, if you want to make a difference for the next generations.


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TitanicTitanic (1997) is probably the most well-known movie on this top 5. The movie itself takes place on the first trip of the ship “Titanic”.
 
The movie starts in 1996, where a team of divers tries to find the sunken ship. They are searching for a previous diamond. The divers find the ship, but they do not find the diamond that they were looking for in the first place.
 
We hear the story about Rose Dewitt Bukater. She was only 17 years old when Titanic sat sails from Southampton in England. Titanic was supposed to travel to New York. She is traveling along with her mother and her fiancé. At the first night at the ship, Rose tries to commit suicide by jumping in the water. It does not work out because she is stopped by a man named Jack.
Jack and Rose falls in love with each other, which causes a lot of problems due to the fact that Rose has already promised to marry someone else. Jack and Rose come from different parts of society and this also causes them a lot of problems.

What happens next is that Titanic hits and iceberg, which in the end, causes the ship to sink.

Titanic is a lot about love and happiness, but we also see the darker side of these. We see anger, desperations and other dark emotions. The desperation is mostly clear between Jack and Rose, due to the fact the she is already engaged when they meet and fall in love with each other.

 

Boys Don’t Cry

Boys don't cry“Boys don’t cry” (1999) is about a based on the true story of the life of Brandon Teena. The movie tells us the story about a woman, who chooses to live her life as a man. Throughout her life, she suffers from her choice because of the consequences of her actions. Brandon moves away from Nebraska and into a new community. In her new town, the other people are not seeing person of transgender as human beings. Through the movie, Brandon ends up with a reputation of being a ladies’ man. Later in the story, Brandon ends up in prison. In prison, he develops to be a very, angry young man whose anger turns into actions after some time.
 
“Boys don’t cry” is a movie which is full of emotions. Through the movie, we get to feel all of the emotions that Brandon feels. We can feel the anger, pain and suffering he is going through. The whole community around his new neighborhood shows what conditions some of us have to live with. It is not easy to be different from the “normal” and in this movie; we get to see the life of a human in another perspective than we are used to. All these emotions in this film reminds, at least some of us, that we should be glad about what we have, because there will always be a lot of people, who has it a lot worse than we do. 

 

The Perfect Storm

At this point, we have now made it to the highest ranked on this list.
 
The number one on this list is the movie “The Perfect Storm” (2000) directed by Wolfgang Petersen and Allen Payne. The movie is in many ways a lot like the other movies, but it has its differences, which is why it has made it to number one.
 
The Perfect Storm is about a group of fishermen from Gloucester, who leaves everything behind and is chasing their road to happiness and wealth and the ocean. In October 1991, the ship “Andrea Gail”, with fishermen, sets sail. After some time, they get their weather report which tells them that there is a storm coming their way, which can cause a perfect storm.
 
Due to the fact that the Hurricane “Grace” is behind them, they decide to continue with their fishing. At the ocean, the fishermen faces a lot of problems like weather, they relationship which each other and other disasters.
 
When everything is good and there are catching a lot of fish, their ice machine breaks down and they needs to make a big decision. They can now choose between letting the fish root or try to make it through the hurricane. The desperate fishermen decide to make their way through the huge hurricane. Soon, they find themselves in the middle of the biggest storm in ages.
 
The Perfect Storm is definitely a sad movie. As in the previous movies, we get to feel a lot of emotions. In this movie, I felt mostly sadness and desperation towards the fishermen. The ending of the movie was priceless in my opinion and that is one of the places where “The Perfect Storm” is different from the other movie that I has mentioned.

 

Philadelphia

PhiladelphiaPhiladelphia (1993) is an American movie. With Tom Hanks and Denzel Washington as the stars of the movie, Philadelphia is about a young man who suffers from AIDS and the need to hide the real him.
 
Andrew Beckett is homosexual and is working in one of the largest companies in Philadelphia. He is not open about his homosexuality, or the fact that he has got AIDS, on his work and do to the fact that he has got no one to turn to, this costs him a lot of pain and suffering.
 
One day, he is assigned to one of the company’s most important cases. During the case, a worker notices something odd on Andrew. Embarrassed, he stays home to cover the lesion on his forehead. At home, he tries to finish the case and then deliver it to the office, but it gets worse and he is rushed to the hospital to make sure that he is not dying.
 
Andrew’s life gets a lot worse and he even gets fired from his job. Andrew prosecutes his previous contractor and the case goes to court. As the case goes to court, Andrew faces some new problem; his previous contractor tells the court, that Andrew has been hiding his condition for them and therefore, it was okay to them to fire him. During the testimony, Andrew collapses. His lawyer and family visit him there. After the family has gone, Andrew tells that he is ready to die.
 
At the end of the movie, we see Andrew’s funeral where there is a lot of mourners.
 
As seen in the movie, Philadelphia is about trying to overcome your problems to stay above water. In this movie, it is one man against all the others and we get to see how sickness can break you down in so many ways. Philadelphia is a frustrating movie in many ways, because it is even hard, as a viewer, to imagine all the problems that Andrew was going through and it is even harder to put ourselves in his place.

 

 

We Were Soldier

We were soldier“We were soldier” (2002) is directed by Randall Wallace. The movie is about the major battle of the Vietnam War and we see it through the eyes of the American units in Vietnam.
The film itself is based on the book “We were soldiers once… and young” by Hal Moore, who participated in the war himself.
The United States has entered the Vietnamese war. At this point, Hal Moore is a dedicated and committed young man and he is training the troops that are under his command.
After arriving in Vietnamese area, Hal finds out that an American base has been attacked and several of their soldiers have been killed. After this information, he needs to move his men and eliminate their enemy. At the time of their moving, Hal has not got any idea of the number of the Vietnamese troopers in the area at this point.

Later in the film, the group of soldiers is lured into an ambush by a Vietnamese. With no options left, Hal decides to call on his radio and tell the other Americans that they have been lured into an ambush and cannot defend themselves. They will now stay alive much longer so he orders all the available aircraft to attack their Vietnamese enemy to kill or chase them away from Hal and his soldiers. The aircraft bombs and uses machine guns at the enemy. After the attacking, the Vietnamese troopers repel and the surviving Americans are rescued.

In the end, the Vietnamese plans a big counter attack and you must see the movie yourself to see the outcome.
 
This movie has made it to this list, because it shows us the horrific actions of war. Throughout the movie, we can almost feel the pain that the soldiers feel during the movie and we see what war really is about. We can feel the love that the soldiers feel for their country while they are willing to sacrifice their lives to make a difference in Vietnam. The movie proves that you may need to sacrifice something important to you, if you want to make a difference for the next generations.


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Article: Why I Love Sad Songs It is said and believed that music is food for the soul. This is best shown in how we relate to different types of music depending on our mood and our feelings. Our state of mind and state of emotions decide our mood and our choice of music in turn is driven by the mood we are in. I love sad songs because they act as my best friend when I’m feeling sad and low.

With my collection of sad songs, I do not need someone to talk to because these songs become a mirror to my emotions. The lyrics in sad songs when I hear them, it feels like they have been written for me and I can sink deeper into my lonely, sad emotion. Sad songs have a marvelous effect on us. When we are broken and hurt due to whatever reason, sad songs give us an outlet to be on our own and talk to ourselves. It is not however necessary that one should like sad songs only when they are sad; it is but human to be happy yet listen to a sad song. This is only an indication that we are still human and our feelings have not become numb in this fast paced life; our emotions are still alive. If we are feeling ‘OK’ and suddenly a sad song brings tears to our eyes it is only for us to remember that nothing lasts forever. There is always an end to every beginning and happiness is always followed by sadness, so we should keep our doors open for sadness as well. Pain and misery never knocks before coming neither does an opportunity so we should always be prepared for good and bad times alike.

I may laugh in public, I may fake a smile only not to let anyone else know what I’m going through inside. I love sad songs because they bring out my real emotions and make me weep out my sorrows; my grievances, regrets and tragedies. They remind me of my loved ones that I have lost due to one reason or the other and the emptiness I feel without them. Listening to sad songs not only gives me remembrance of bitter sweet memories but they touch the chords of my heart. At this point I wish to lock myself away from the world because it is this world that has caused me all the pain and grief. Had I not lived I wouldn’t have suffered. So you can see what multiple effects music can have on you.

Sad songs also are a way to melt the toughest of persons and the harshest of emotions.  When we are angry at someone we are rather angry with ourselves; we may shout and yell at them but inside we are shaking. And sad songs have the quality to wash away that harshness in us. Whenever I have had a bad day at work and an argument with a customer or a co-worker; I listen to sad songs on my way back home to soothe and calm my nerves and most of all for the reason so that I may cry and wash out my anger.


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Fri, 11 Jan 2013 04:14:47 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/12Us4N4Khd4/sad_article.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_article.php?id=1 It is said and believed that music is food for the soul. This is best shown in how we relate to different types of music depending on our mood and our feelings. Our state of mind and state of emotions decide our mood and our choice of music in turn is driven by the mood we are in. I love sad songs because they act as my best friend when I’m feeling sad and low.

With my collection of sad songs, I do not need someone to talk to because these songs become a mirror to my emotions. The lyrics in sad songs when I hear them, it feels like they have been written for me and I can sink deeper into my lonely, sad emotion. Sad songs have a marvelous effect on us. When we are broken and hurt due to whatever reason, sad songs give us an outlet to be on our own and talk to ourselves. It is not however necessary that one should like sad songs only when they are sad; it is but human to be happy yet listen to a sad song. This is only an indication that we are still human and our feelings have not become numb in this fast paced life; our emotions are still alive. If we are feeling ‘OK’ and suddenly a sad song brings tears to our eyes it is only for us to remember that nothing lasts forever. There is always an end to every beginning and happiness is always followed by sadness, so we should keep our doors open for sadness as well. Pain and misery never knocks before coming neither does an opportunity so we should always be prepared for good and bad times alike.

I may laugh in public, I may fake a smile only not to let anyone else know what I’m going through inside. I love sad songs because they bring out my real emotions and make me weep out my sorrows; my grievances, regrets and tragedies. They remind me of my loved ones that I have lost due to one reason or the other and the emptiness I feel without them. Listening to sad songs not only gives me remembrance of bitter sweet memories but they touch the chords of my heart. At this point I wish to lock myself away from the world because it is this world that has caused me all the pain and grief. Had I not lived I wouldn’t have suffered. So you can see what multiple effects music can have on you.

Sad songs also are a way to melt the toughest of persons and the harshest of emotions.  When we are angry at someone we are rather angry with ourselves; we may shout and yell at them but inside we are shaking. And sad songs have the quality to wash away that harshness in us. Whenever I have had a bad day at work and an argument with a customer or a co-worker; I listen to sad songs on my way back home to soothe and calm my nerves and most of all for the reason so that I may cry and wash out my anger.


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Article: How to Write a Sad Story Writing a sad story is truly a great art in itself; an art to bring tears into someone’s eyes by your words and not many writers have successfully achieved the reward of doing so. Greatest sad stories that have ever been produced are the ones that are written by the writer’s heart. I will be sharing with you what I believe are the essentials to write a sad story.

As I just said a story can only have enough sadness and pain in it if the writer is writing with all their heart. When writing a sad story one should bring themselves to feel any sort of agony and sadness they have ever felt in life. It could be out of loss of a loved one, being parted from a loved one or a best friend, leaving school or leaving childhood town, a loss in the business, loss of a dear pet and so on. It can be an endless list of reasons that ever made you sad. The more closely one relates to painful moments in their life the sadder their story will be.  Example of this is that most of the sad stories are experience from people’s lives; their sufferings in times of hunger, prison or being abandoned.

A sad story should be simple and easily understandable to the readers and the character sketches for each character should be well built so that the reader builds a link with them. By making the story understandable it means that one should employ a descriptive writing style that paints clear pictures of scenes and characters so that the readers can actually visualize them in their minds. Remember that your words should have a powerful impact like it does in sad movies. The characters as you line them up in your story should be done in such a way that audience should ‘feel’ for the characters; only then will your story be touching enough to make them cry. Make your characters more human than superficial and heroic.

A big No-No for Happy Endings! Yes, a sad story is sad because it does not end happily ever after so bear this simple rule in mind. Your story should leave a yearning and a vacuum only then the audiences feel sympathetic towards the characters involved and cry on their ill-fate and misfortune. The sudden death or a similar twist in the story goes a long way in guaranteeing the success of a sad story but this works best only if the characters are well developed and the audiences are kept intact throughout. Their interest should be maintained at every level; if they lose interest then the story will not have the desired effect.

So, what are you waiting for? Pick up your pen; take your imagination to all the points in life when you got sad and felt pain and you will find yourself creating a great sad story that will have the ability to move its readers.


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Fri, 11 Jan 2013 03:29:00 +0000 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/loverofsadness/~3/O77CI5961ks/sad_article.php http://www.loverofsadness.net/sad_article.php?id=2 Writing a sad story is truly a great art in itself; an art to bring tears into someone’s eyes by your words and not many writers have successfully achieved the reward of doing so. Greatest sad stories that have ever been produced are the ones that are written by the writer’s heart. I will be sharing with you what I believe are the essentials to write a sad story.

As I just said a story can only have enough sadness and pain in it if the writer is writing with all their heart. When writing a sad story one should bring themselves to feel any sort of agony and sadness they have ever felt in life. It could be out of loss of a loved one, being parted from a loved one or a best friend, leaving school or leaving childhood town, a loss in the business, loss of a dear pet and so on. It can be an endless list of reasons that ever made you sad. The more closely one relates to painful moments in their life the sadder their story will be.  Example of this is that most of the sad stories are experience from people’s lives; their sufferings in times of hunger, prison or being abandoned.

A sad story should be simple and easily understandable to the readers and the character sketches for each character should be well built so that the reader builds a link with them. By making the story understandable it means that one should employ a descriptive writing style that paints clear pictures of scenes and characters so that the readers can actually visualize them in their minds. Remember that your words should have a powerful impact like it does in sad movies. The characters as you line them up in your story should be done in such a way that audience should ‘feel’ for the characters; only then will your story be touching enough to make them cry. Make your characters more human than superficial and heroic.

A big No-No for Happy Endings! Yes, a sad story is sad because it does not end happily ever after so bear this simple rule in mind. Your story should leave a yearning and a vacuum only then the audiences feel sympathetic towards the characters involved and cry on their ill-fate and misfortune. The sudden death or a similar twist in the story goes a long way in guaranteeing the success of a sad story but this works best only if the characters are well developed and the audiences are kept intact throughout. Their interest should be maintained at every level; if they lose interest then the story will not have the desired effect.

So, what are you waiting for? Pick up your pen; take your imagination to all the points in life when you got sad and felt pain and you will find yourself creating a great sad story that will have the ability to move its readers.


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