this feels so eerie and sad this makes me feel lonely... Well done I love this and I can relate to this remake more then the original ❤ I can imagine this playing at a postapocalyptic movie/series lol
My life was so sad until I found a video about a guy showing a tutorial about nair cream! My life has been so vibrant ever since that wonderful video <3
YOU. just you. don’t doubt me that I’m lying, but I think you’re AWESOME. your interests are cool and your style is perfect. everyone thinks of you when they hear your name, and all your old friends were with you for a reason. acne is not embarrassing, it’s basically strawberry freckles. your height is perfect, and it makes you YOU. don’t ever forget, that your you. and your so *cool*.
I miss being happy so much, haven’t felt it in like 10 years. Went to my sixth form reunion sat alone ignored for the full hour just like things haven’t changed or at this rate they won’t change ever
Anyone listening to this song a year ago I was so sad, my body used to shiver every day I hated everything about myself, but the thing is somehow I kept living with that situation and its better now it's so unrealistic but things get better so please just keep your self alive and doesn't matter how worst it get, I know it's bad but one day you will be over that believe me.
Guess I found the answer... The majority of the doomer versions of certain songs are either muffled or have that old pick up vinyl scratching sound. Turns out...using these intentional choices can add to the overall emotion and the sense of melancholy surrounding these doomer musical versions.
Sé que es normal sentirme así, sé que es temporal pero eso no alivia mi dolor. Quisiera no haberme callado tantas cosas, quisiera haber dejado mi orgullo a un lado, quisiera haberle hecho caso a mi corazón desde el inicio, solo quisiera que las cosas fueran diferentes
Fernanda/Silvia whatever. I downloaded this song for you live version with subtitles in Spanish. I gave it all, i gave you all my life and you wasted it. Dude my heart is broken in pieces.
What most people get wrong about this song is they assume it’s the mind of person right on the edge but what actually is happening is that person has already ended it all and regrets it but knows it’s too late to go back. they fucked up and can’t do anything about it.
I grew up off mcr still am growing but alot of bad things happened when I was a child I won't go into detail but I remember this song because an old cd my mom had she used to play the cd in the car when she took me places and this was always my favorite of course I was a kid and never knew what it meant I'm almost 15 now and as I realize time flies by but the things that happened to me still stick with me
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Fuck man... my ex gf sent me this before we even became a couple... now she broke up with me... fucking hell i miss her I still love you Friederike, I hope you're doing alright and on your way to become happy. I still love you baby, and you deserve happiness. I'm so so sorry....
@Mr. M You're absolutely right, but it was this Christmas last year I've every seen her face to face (it was a long distance one). So yeah, this period of time will be especially tough, but thank you for your words, i really appreciate it mate.
Turn away If you could get me a drink Of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded Call my aunt Marie Help her gather all my things And bury me In all my favorite colors My sisters and my brothers, still I will not kiss you 'Cause the hardest part of this Is leaving you Now turn away 'Cause I'm awful just to see 'Cause all my hair's abandoned all my body All my agony Know that I will never marry Baby I'm just soggy from the chemo But counting down the days to go It just ain't living And I just hope you know That if you say (if you say) Good-bye today (good-bye today) I'd ask you to be true (I'd ask you to be true) 'Cause the hardest part of this Is leaving you 'Cause the hardest part of this Is leaving you
There is a weird comfort knowing how fucked up my whole generation is on the inside. I know at the least that I'm not alone. That WE are not alone. Don't lose hope my sad friends, better days will always come. I promise❤️
This song is one of those special ones that seem to follow you throughout your life. The anchor that draws the lines in the sand. The one that is there for both the very good and the very bad. One of my most lucid childhood memories is listening to this song on repeat as I walked along the beach near my home. The sky was grey and gloomy like the music video (I think it's why I chose the song in the first place) and something clicked. Those moments of supreme clarity that we all experience from time to time rarely do so when we are young. You don't have the capacity for it yet. So as 9-year-old me ran around that beach and gazed curiously at the waves rolling in on themselves over and over, I had one of those 'anchor' moments - the first true one in my lifetime. Perhaps more than any other memory I hold, it is the hardest one to describe, given that a 9-year-old brain is still a long way from understanding ideas such as life and death, love and hate, joy and pain. 10 years and infinitely more crashing waves later, I happened to be back at that very same beach. Thinking nothing of it, I pressed shuffle and this song came on. It all came back to me. All of it. The weather at the beach was even the same - thick moody clouds enshrouding the whole coastline. Yet something was incredibly different. I was incredibly different. Adolescence is a shambles for almost everyone, and those years had certainly not been kind to me. That young child had been submerged for a long time. I walked down that same beach for what felt like hours, the song on repeat, and I felt nothing. It wasn't even pain or grief. It was worse. Sorrow and grief are the most terrible woes. Rarely do we wish them upon one another, but they are the result of something real, something tangible, something that is loved and then lost. I felt like the very colour of the earth had been drowned out and washed away. I got home from the beach and, shortly thereafter, became the closest I ever came to committing suicide. Let's just say the phrase 'within an inch of your life' became quite literal. Thankfully, in what was almost my final moments, I reach for the phone and called a friend. She answered and stayed on the line for as long as it took for me to feel okay again. She was on the phone for hours. I can't pretend that everything changed overnight - suffering is inherent, and no amount of inspiring Hollywood plots can ever prepare you for The Real Thing. I survived that day, just as I had survived many others, and it wasn't until I gained the gift of perspective that I realised just how important that would be. Fast-forward another 6 years - believe it or not, the waves are still rolling. I visit the beach once again. There is no fateful twist of chance this time. I search for the song on Spotify and put it on repeat. Quite like how the sand and sea meld together and form into one another, my past memories and new perspectives meld into one. I walk that one patch of beach, up and down, up and down. I am crying, but I am also smiling. A great big delirious smile that fills my face with such a toaster-warm glow that it makes the tears come down harder than they ever had in times of crisis. What a crazy thing it is that we are thrown into together! What a crazy world it is that, for a short blip in the endless space-aisles of time, we get to call home! That’s the only word there was for it - capital-C Crazy! I mean boy oh boy. Now, as I walk that beach, something has drastically changed again. It’s never perfect. In fact, in many ways, it's worse than ever right now. Even the beach is feeling the hurt - the waves are crashing right up against the dunes, hardly any sand left for me to walk upon. I am starting to age too. At 25, I can even grow a beard now, finally! I feel like this is the point in the story where I drop the inspirational quote - share the gem of insight that got me through it - but I don’t know which to go with. It wasn’t really any one thing - they all fit in some way. We’ve heard them all a million times before to the point where they more often read like cheesy parables as opposed to wisdom. And yet, deep down, we always know them to be true, even though most of the time it doesn't feel like it. I could talk about Amor Fati and how we must learn to love our own fate and everything in it, suffering and all; I could talk about how music or writing or education or therapy liberated me; I could talk about how precious friends and family are and that I, without that one inch of doubt in my mind, would not be still alive without it. And I can’t stress just how grateful I am for that simple fact at this very moment. One benefit of hard times is that you appreciate how sweet it tastes when good times roll back around. The nihilism of our times may be inescapable, but it is not undefeatable. No matter how dark it gets, there will always be light. No matter how bad it gets, there will always be good. For better and worse, the universal law goes both ways. And there it is, I finally got to my cheese parable. If you are reading this, I love you. I'm going to close on the cheesiest thing ever - a rhyme. It may not be perfect but it is certainly worth it!
Life isn't easy for no one my friend. Thankfully I haven't had a suicidal thoughts, yet. But I've been struggling since the day I came out of my mother's belly. Suffered from domestic abuse since 1 year old until I was 14 from both of my parents. They divorced, I had to act as a father figure to my siblings, I had to act responsibly since I was 14. Ran from a war zone (in my country) immigrated and worked in different places, I was subjected to so many racism (physical and physiological abuse from racists) then finally ended up in Europe - english speaking country - when I was 16. I've been alone since then. Struggled to learn English but finally made it. I'm privileged & grateful to be in a safe country, with my family but nevertheless loneliness is brutal and harmful, I will do anything and everything to make sure that my future children aren't suffering from any of this, though it'll be a tough task becuase anybody could suffer from world/life's disadvantages. I'm 23 years old, so I'm sure that the light will appear on me someday. I just have stay disciplined and consistent with my studies for my future sake. I love you too and thank you for sharing your story with us. 21/02/2023
@@Ash-mk1pg My friend, I'm sorry to hear of all the woes life has thrown at you! I can't imagine how hard that must've been, but you are obviously incredibly strong to survive through such things and work towards a better tomorrow for yourself and your future family. It takes brave people like yourself to break the cycles of abuse and suffering that we inherit as humans, and I'm sure the light will shine all over you someday! To be a good person is not often rewarded in our modern world but it makes it all the more important to be such so all my blessings to you. I struggle with loneliness a lot too, and it's comforting to know other people are out there fighting the same battles as we all try to find that light, and I wish you all the best with your life. Though we may never meet or speak, always remember that you are not alone <3 P.S. Long live Luffy!
@@114Mathers Thank you for your wonderful words and compliments in your reply. Your response reminded of the time when I wrote my original first comment to you 10 months ago. I was setting on a bench at university campus, all alone and feeling depressed as I observe people walking together as friends from a distance. It is still the same case nowadays, but 10 times worse as I am feeling of losing goal and purpose, thus I say to myself that I am useless which is an unfounded assertion. I went to the doctors and now I am on a medication and therapy to alleviate some of these feelings I am going through. I am not losing hope yet, I have been through worse. Anyways, I could sit down and write a book write now about how I feel, but no need for it. That is life for all of us at the end of the day. I wish you the best in all endeavours and happy life ahead my friend.
