Now, this is a story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down And I liked to take a minute Just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air In west Philadelphia born and raised On the playground was where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys who were up to no good Started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air' I begged and pleaded with her day after day But she packed my suite case and send me on my way She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'. First class, yo this is bad Drinking orang juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like? Hmm this might be alright. But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat? I don't think so I'll see when I get there I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air Well uh the plane landed and when I came out There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out I ain't trying to get arrested yet I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror If anything I can say this cab is rare But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air' I pulled up to the house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo, homes smell ya later' I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air


Sniff sniff... Beautiful.


Thank you. This was really difficult to say


So moving


probably won't actually muster tears in here, but when I was younger I had this cat Murray. Over the course of a few years, this cat became my *shadow*\- always just a few steps behind me if he wasn't literally in my arms. He wouldn't bite or scratch no matter what because he knew, *knew,* I would never hurt him. When he was upset, I'd cuddle him. And when I was upset, he'd sit with me and purr. He was a good boy. One day, he disappears. No clue where he went. I'm crying. Mom's crying. Dad thinks we're both out of our minds. We try every trick we can think of to find him, get him found, or lure him home. Nothing's working. And then it began to rain and I wanted to watch the lightning *and there he was again on the doorstep.* A checkup later, he's fine. My little buddy came home. He gets a little introverted, and I noticed immediately. Turns out, I wasn't just imagining things. He managed to pop a blood vessel in his ear and it swelled with blood. It was very tender. We asked the vet, who suggested giving it time to drain. We did. It did. He wouldn't be able to clean his ear properly with the cartilage all gnarled up. So we bought supplies and cleaned it *for* him. My little buddy would be loved and tended to however he needed. Several more happy years go by. And then he gets introverted again one day. He's peed outside his box and he *claws me.* Something is wrong. I know it for certain. Over the course of an hour I fish him out from under my bed and I bring him to my mother. He claws her too. She asks me for a towel to wrap him in. I include one of my microfleece blankets that he always sleeps on. He seems happier in it. She cuddles him. He screams, *often*. We're both worried to bits about our cat. My little buddy. It's been three days. There's no improvement. We take him to the vet. I don't have my license yet so I'm holding him while mom drives. I'm crying. She's trying to keep me calm while I try to keep my cat calm. The vet looks him over. She determines that he's had a stroke. He's gone blind, probably can't smell, and there's no reason to believe he can hear. Any remaining life he has will be a terrifying hell for him. She asks if we want to go down that road or spare him the fear. We chose to spare him the fear. She gave him a shot that would calm him. I hugged him tight on the table and I swear to god he purred. And then she gave him the second shot and I watched him leave. His ashes are in a small wooden urn under a framed picture of him when he was younger. Most of his toys were donated to the local shelter. Except for one. A small green plush mouse full of catnip. I kept that as a lifelong reminder of my little buddy.


This one time I was dicing onions.


[Hemingway](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/For_sale:_baby_shoes,_never_worn) didn't need many words - "For sale: baby shoes, never worn."


(True story, from one of the other subs. I have no idea how, but I was randomly recommended this, despite never having visited that sub before.) I've set up an autohotkey script to hit post on this message in one hour. I am posting my last words here, instead of /r/suicidewatch, since they have shadowbanned me. Which is hilarious. ​ Almost two months ago I made the decision that I do not want to life any more. I gave myself the time frame to allow for a small miracle to change my mind, but in the days that have gone by it has only deepened my conviction. I was born facially malformed. This kind of ugliness doesn't start to bother you until you reach your mid teens, after which it only gets worse every year. I was always an awkward kid, unable to make friends. Combine these two, it comes as no surprise that a romantic relationship was never something I would attain. As an adult now, it really does feel like I missed something regarding socializing and relationships that everyone else didn't. Like I missed two weeks of classes and came back not having any idea what was going on, and trying to get help catching up was only met with scorn and disgust. Felt like some key part of my brain was just missing. ​ I was never good at anything. But halfway through high school I calculated my grade points and saw that if I did exceptionally well from there on, I could probably get into a prestigious tech university in my country. I worked my ass off those last years of high school and succeeded. I got accepted into their mechanical engineering program. ​ I had hoped to make at least some sort of friends there. I had heard and read that engineers would be all nerds and geeks and maybe they could relate to me. Unfortunately this was not the case. Everyone were just normal people. And normal people don't want me. I really tried, but the missing part of my brain kept me from making any friends, I just don't understand how to do it. ​ I barely got accepted in the first place. Getting through university was even harder. I wanted to quit almost from the first year. I held on hoping there would be some light at the end of it. Some meaning, some value. ​ Many years of sweat, tears, and real blood, and working myself to insanity every day. I attained my engineering degree along with a master's degree. I remember the statistics given for my master's program. 75% found work in a field related to the master's degree before graduating. 90% found work within a month. 98% found work within three months. Pathetic. Utterly fucking pathetic. ​ Half a year has passed since I graduated. I'm sitting here unemployed. With my money all gone. There is none left. I lose. I was never "passionate" about engineering like everyone else seems to be. I can't feel happy just having a degree. It's worthless. What I learned is worthless. I am worthless. ​ So here I sit, doing my usual hobby of whining on the internet about how much my life sucks, I guess. Growing up sucked. High school was awful. University was just as bad. And at the end of the line there was no reward. No happiness. Nothing. Hideous. Unwanted. Unemployed. Worthless. Garbage. Trash. Useless. Waste. ​ For the entirety of my time as a student, up and until this current day, I've lived in the shittiest cheapest tiniest student dorm in the city. Because I could never afford better. And unable to find work, I was never given the option to move out. I absolutely utterly hated this place. I do not feel comfortable in my own "home". Leaving my room to do anything involving communal utilities like cook or use the bathroom was anxiety inducing. Imagine that, being afraid of going to take a piss in your own fucking home. My dorm mates were all people from other countries, other cultures. I wanted to be tolerant, but they just didn't align with me. Loud yelling, poor cleanliness, friends over all the time, noise noise noise. I was always bad with accents so I could barely understand what any of them were ever saying. But they were in majority, so what they wanted was the rule. ​ My family and I don't speak much any more. Sometime during my childhood my immediate family stopped interacting with other relatives and I know it is my fault. My aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents. I could never see them as anything other than strangers. As a child I would be sad and unhappy being around them. As a teen I would be quiet and keep to myself. Last time I met any of them was when my sister graduated high school. When I graduated, there was no celebration. When my sister did, dozens of people I had no idea who they were showed up and threw a huge celebration. Supposedly these were all relatives of us. It only then truly dawned on me what my standing in the family was. The mistake. The malformed mistake that they wanted hidden. Soon enough this turned to hatred for my sister. Why was she blessed with such beauty, while I had to suffer this disfigured appearance? Over university I spoke to my family less, and they almost entirely stopped contacting me. I have not spoken to any of them in over a year. Attaining my degree was never celebrated. Neither by family, nor by friends. I don't really know how to end this. I guess I just wanted to write out all that I could think about. Was I ever at any point happy? Anyway, guess that's it. This still feels more climactic than when I received my deegree. My dormmates will find my body soon enough. ​ My name was David. Today I turned 25 years old. I was born in a small town where I grew up and had no friends. I moved to a big city to study engineering. I graduated. I could not find a job. I never had a girlfriend. My family has forgotten me. I achieved nothing. I will not be remembered. This was my story. It has now ended.


Holy shit


Hits one right in the gut. 😬


Was just imagining the whole time, during the time all the people were reading this, this man was busy planning his final moments.


He was already dead by the time it was posted. >I've set up an autohotkey script to hit post on this message in one hour.


I have severe Hemophilia, so my life story can get some people if told right.


The story of my entire life. But not gonna tell that story.


My cousin was having a goodbye ceremony for her dog on Zoom (he was old and sick and going to be put down soon) and when the meeting ended she said "say goodbye to Henry, this is the last time you'll see him before he dies." He was put to sleep the next week.


My dog died while I was in Japan. She was old, about 13 years old when I left. My mother found her vomiting blood one morning, and she took her to the vet, only to find she was very, very sick. She was going to put her down later in the day. She took her home, but she died in my mom’s arms. My dog was probably sick when I left, but she was holding on for me. A pet rat also died, and I also got a sinus infection. I need a redo on that trip. I climbed a small mountain in the Nara prefecture while I was sick, too see cherry blossoms. I’m tougher than hell at least.


not my story but if any males wanna cry there’s a certain post on r/tifu about a guy putting his dick in a homemade fleshlight, lets just say it was *rough*


this is the story of michael, the loneliest boy in town. this is the story of michael, the ugliest boy in town. ugly and weak, they called him a freak! so he lived on his own underground, he lived on his own underground, he lived on his own underground.