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sometimes i dont even know who i am, what about you giys?

feelings thread go

i wonder sometimes why I am

lets talk it out

When I look back on my life, I feel like I've accomplished nothing. Furthermore, if there was no me, people around me would be even slightly happier than now. I'm not happy myself, and it doesn't feel like I am gonna be.

I have basically no reason to live, yet still...

now come on varrok, i bet thats not true. there is this saying wherre this kid is throwing star fish into the ocean and saving their lives, and some old fuck comes and says you will make no difference. the kid throws one more in and says i did to that one. you cant please everyone, this is hard. i say, as long you make even one person happy, you are good. even if they are just family. also, i dont know how old you are, problaly teens, you arent expected yo have much done now, dont sweat it. this is something i too struggle with at times, but you have to remember your life is ahead of you still.

The problem is I can't find a one person's life I made a big difference in. And I'm not very close to my family.
(I'm 19, just as you, according to OWF profile)

its hard sometimes, like i said, even just making any person smile a day, id say you did a good job

and like i said, at just 19, its hard to make an impact or something, the system is almost directly designed for us not to

Can anyone give me a good reason not to close this thread?

It's like a sitcom with a bad script, but it's still watchable.

So... Passions?

Alcar...

I wonder if Cammy would like this thread.

Pretty much how I think. Life has really just started. I'm 18, I've just finished college and I'm looking for a job. I haven't really had any bad experiences (apart from my ex) and I've never been in a load of trouble.

So at this moment, I know who I am. Who I am in the future is unknown.

I am twenty two and know pathetically little about myself.

I've never understood that people know things about themselves, I'm inherently paradoxical in my personality, I suppose I'm a dick on the outside, inside I'm a pretty nice guy, this manifests itself when I see people upset or being ganged up on. That's about all I know really. All that 'finding yourself' bollocks sounds like too much emotional bull shit to me.

But why be a dick if you're nice? That's not paradoxical, that just makes you a dick.

It's probably some sort of a defence mechanism to deal with how I was treated by other people when I was a bit younger. I don't care if I'm an arse-hole, I'm not about to change unless it suits me better to do so.

After I watched my brother die when I was 13 I tried to do alot of soul searching. I didn't go into a depression like my mother and father did, cause I just did my best to stay positive. I knew that my brother was in pain and that it was better for him. I don't like looking back in the past cause it was pretty shit, and the future could be just as shit, but also could be better.
Feelings. Yup.

I'm not sure who I am, but I know who I've been.

I remember you. You're OANST.

I think it's easier to identify properly who other people are (close friends and family members ect.) than it is to identify yourself truly. Does anyone know what I mean? I like to think I'm a good person, but I know I've done nothing that remotely changes anything at all or makes anything better in any way, that said, I'm only 14. I want to make a mark on this earth, be remembered, who doesn't? But what percentage are truly remembered? They say the human race is great, but thats only based on very few people, great philosophers and the like. I think the main thing is just try and enjoy your life, if you leave a footprint or not, just enjoy yourself. I can't say thats what I've been doing.

Damn. What happened to him?

perspirational

I think DK was drunk when he made this thread, going off his grammar and spelling.

i thought it was rather sweat

He had Muscular Dystrophy, as does my other older brother. I came downstairs cause I heard my mum yelling and crying, and he was on the floor not breathing, I had to run to each family member's house to ask for help cause our phone had broken, the ambulance managed to revive him but only for a short time. He died a few minutes after they restarted his heart. Doesn't help that I know that my other brother will likely have the same fate.

Dude...

That's so awful :crying:

Jesus, I'm sorry, that must've been horrible... I can't even begin to imagine what that was like. But I guess us all talking about it doesn't help...

I am very sorry to hear that, man.

What's the point of being remembered? The people who will remember you die, the people that remember them die. Everyone dies in the end. What happens then?

People are shit, even the good people. They're shit because they're people. If you're a person and you're not shit you're an actor or a liar.

I agree with the enjoyment thing. Even on bad days now I stop and look at trees or go out at sunset or something.

I'm not shit.