Men Beware

DO NOT BEGIN, UNLESS YOU INTEND TO FINISH

The risk wasn't worth the reward at all #whatwasithinking #putmyselfoutforafiresale

You set yourself up to fail from day one. From that very first walk along the bridge, when I didn't really like you as a person. When you told me about all the three different girls you were seeing. I thought you were egotistic and gross. You're stupid self defeating theory on how you can't have all three in a relationship. (Side note we didn't even have one - we weren't sexually compatible - I always felt so awkward, we weren't intellectually on the same level and we didn't have a great friendship.)
You told me how in every relationship you have cheated and I thought that was sad on your behalf.

Then started something. I walked in knowing and accepting everything, I understood exactly what I was getting into - I don't think you did.

I was open to you and was growing a relationship with you regardless of this distinct background feeling that this could end very badly for me. I pushed through that, I believed in you, in us. I was not wearing rose colored glasses, I knew you were a shit person and loved you anyway.

But you insisted on planting doubts in my mind. Here's a few highlights (thirteen to be exact as thirteen is a very unlucky number for the chinese);

1. The way you spoke about your ex's was so derogatory and not nice, I didn't like the disrespect you had for them as women... as people. 
2. The way you needed to be 'friends' with all of them, Big Red wisely told you to fuck off yet still to this day you message her trying to be her 'friend'.
3. The way you would rush to their sides at the first opportunity * see below the two hilarious examples... you are fucked.
4. You turned your phone off on me twice without an other explanation other than you wanted to shut the world out. Fine man, but tell me first.
5. The way you had some 20 year old "you hadn't been sexual with for at least a year" messaging you saying she was "damp all week thinking of you".  (I'm not even going to get into her poetry/pick up line skills because fuck man, where to start). And you accidently sent me a screenshot of this, never once did I go through your phone or anything private.
6. The way you had a stalker and never really did anything about it. This stalker girl whom you said you hadn't been sexual with for years called you most nights at midnight and messaged you dirty things constantly. I told you to tell her to back off but you said you sort of couldn't because she was mentally unstable. okay yeah I can see that.
7. The way you would always turn up late or cancel - always for the job you hate... doesn't ad up at all dude.
8. The way you would post pictures of girls tagging #ultimate bae and would point out girls you thought were hot in the street... you didn't ever make me feel beautiful or safe.
9. The way you would compare me to my face to your past girl friends.... and also talk about them a lot. You tried to give me a nickname that related directly to one of them... little red... you are so fucked.
10. The dumb jokes you would make "haha, are you looking for another girls stuff" when I went into your bathroom once to use it. "No man, I wasn't, hadn't even thought of that... should I be?"
11. The way you would take other girls to special places we had been or had discovered together.... like you wanted so badly to impress them but you didn't have enough imagination to think or somewhere original so you just sacrificed a lovely memory we had made somewhere.
12. How you were horrified at the idea of me getting a bar job and cited "we won't ever have time to see each other" yet I know that was bullshit because you broke up with me because you couldn't give me what I wanted... time OVER TEXT btw oh and you told all your friends ... including those in other countries we had broken up before you could be bother to sent me that text too.
13. You obsessed over a lot of dumb things but cuckold was one from that very first night. You asked me who my cuckold threat would be. I should have known then and there that we think and operate extremely differently.

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•        Cancelling a weekend with me at the last minute to run down to see your ex's sick child when she had her own boyfriend with her and didn't even know or ask you to come down.
•       Giving you stripper ex girlfriend $20,000 and meeting up with her to discuss why she shouldn't become a prostitute. She also had two supportive parents and a boyfriend who all could have done this and been there for her but you insisted you had to.

Yet after all this I still persevered. You tried to hard to piss me off and hurt me so I would go away, but as deep and as intense as your defenses were, my love, loyalty was stronger.

So you did the only thing you could and ended it yourself (for the second time).

I have never felt so sad for someone ever before in my life. I know know without any doubt, your future is a sad one. Not because you lost me or because I'm pissed if or you've scorned me because you haven't and I'm not. But because you don't have the ability to understand love, you don't even understand this, I'm not sure if you are even aware of this. 

Love isn't about you, it's about the other person. Love isn't about feeling safe, its about making the other person safe and putting them before yourself. Love is patient, love is kind, it does not envy or get angry or closed off. It is not in denial, it is open and willing and persevering. It is loyal, it is fun and it is sexy.

I said this to you all along, all I wanted from you was to be your best friend. I just wanted to love you.

i need to go camping

you made your bed. now sleep in it!

10 Creepy And Bizarre Suicides by MORRIS M. JULY 19, 2013

Manchester’s Bizarre Love Triangle

In 2004, a 14-year-old boy was stabbed in a frenzied attack in Manchester. His 15-year-old attacker plunged a kitchen knife once through his chest and again through his stomach, but didn’t quite manage to kill him. To the first cops on the scene, it must have sounded like a typical tragedy: both boys were former best friends who’d become involved with the same woman. But then other, atypical details began to emerge; like how the “woman” was a middle-aged spy they’d met in a chat room, or how the younger boy was secretly in love with his older friend. And then things got really weird.

It transpired that the woman had ordered the murder. It also transpired that she didn’t exist, despite having had frequent webcam sex with the older boy. In the subsequent investigation, detectives discovered a complex web of fiction spun around the older boy, with one purpose: to end its author’s life. Yeah, turns out the 50,000 messages the “three” had sent each other were nothing more than a perverse suicide bid on the part of the 14-year-old. At the end of the trial, the judge announced that “skilled writers of fiction would struggle to conjure up a plot such as that which arises here,” and we’re inclined to agree.

Self-Decapitation

As a motivation for suicide, “revenge” seems pretty pathetic. But that didn’t stop Gerald Mellin, whose disregard for his own life was second only to his hatred of his wife. For complex reasons best described as “first-world problems” the two had fallen out and were preparing for divorce. Where most people might have grumbled for a bit, hired a lawyer, and drowned their sorrows with booze, Mellin decided now was the time to ruin his spouse’s life, end his own, and traumatize loads of bystanders in the process.

Like a toddler throwing a tantrum, Mellin taunted his wife with texts threatening suicide—going so far as to show her the rope he was going to use. Then he canceled his life insurance policies and proceeded to ring up stratospheric debts, before ending it all in a very public manner. Tying one end of his rope around a tree and the other end around his neck, Mellin got into his car, aimed for a busy main road, and floored it. The jolt caused the rope to decapitate him just as his car reached the road, meaning his gruesome death was witnessed by dozens of people. Basically, it was one heck of a selfish way to go, made all the worse by the ridiculously petty reasons behind it.

The Silver Bullet

Eighteenth-century Polish nobleman Jan Potocki is chiefly known for two things: his bizarre, Gothic novel The Manuscript Found at Saragossa and his bizarre, Gothic death. During the decade or so that he worked on his strange ghost story, Potocki’s mental health began to slowly unravel. Once an explorer, adventurer, and social butterfly, he spent the last years of his life slowly retreating from the outside world—sinking deeper and deeper into both anonymity and melancholia. Finally, it all became too much for him—and what happened next would become the subject of legend.

Hidden away in his castle, Potocki fashioned a bullet from the handle of a silver sugar bowl his mother had given him. He then had it blessed by the castle chaplain and retired to his study, where he drew an insulting caricature of himself before firing the bullet into his head. In short, it was an end so utterly morbid it could have come straight from his own ghost story—and no one has ever known why he did it.

Entombed Alive

Taphephobia—the fear of being buried alive—is one of the most common phobias, second only to spiders as absolute nightmare fuel. But, as bad as premature burial is, it apparently doesn’t compare to the agony caused by gout. How do we know? Well, in the second century, the Roman orator Polemon of Laodicea found himself crippled by the “king’s disease.” Like many others forced to live in constant pain, Polemon eventually decided it wasn’t worth carrying on and resolved to end it all. However, his chosen method was less a sad-but-necessary “release from pain” and more a terrifying descent into HP Lovecraft’s nightmares.

At the age of 65, Polemon ordered his servants to shut him up in the family tomb and leave him there to die. Think about that for a second and allow the full horror to sink in. Trapped in a dark chamber, surrounded by the grinning corpses of his ancestors, Polemon slowly starved to death—wracked with agonizing pain even as the life seeped out of him. It sounds like something Jigsaw wouldn’t wish on one of his victims, and yet Polemon did it voluntarily.

The Triple Gunshot

Despite what TV would have you believe, most methods of suicide have a very low success rate. Drug overdoses may work in as little as 1.8 percent of attempts, while cutting wrists barely kills one in 10 people. So it’s no surprise people often turn to guns. Except guns don’t always work either—and when a gunshot suicide goes wrong, things get pretty unpleasant.

In 1995, an Australian man decided to bow out early. Taking his pump-action shotgun, he placed the barrel against his chest and fired. The resulting blast knocked him off his feet and blew a hole out his back—all without damaging asingle vital organ. Getting to his feet, the unnamed man placed the gun under his jaw and tried again, at which point things got gross.

Despite blowing his jaw clean off, the man survived. Now missing half his face, he managed to stagger 120 meters (400 ft) to a nearby slope, lie down, reload, and try again. The third shot finally did the trick, but not before he got to experience the sort of horror usually reserved for combat veterans.

Disembowelment

Cato the Younger was a Roman orator with two firm principles: never take a bribe and never worship Julius Caesar. During the political turbulence of Caesar’s years, he faced his nemesis on several occasions: across the senate floor, in legal wrangling, and eventually in battle. When Caesar finally seized control of all of Rome and slaughtered the warring factions, it was anticipated that he might pardon his old enemy instead of killing him. Cato, however, was having none of it.

Deciding that the only thing worse than dying under Caesar was living under him, Cato attempted suicide by stabbing himself. Unfortunately, an old injury caused him to slip—with the upshot that he only succeeded in slicing himself open. When his servants heard his screams they burst into the room to find Cato lying on his bed with his bowels hanging out. And here things get disturbing. Terrified his physician might be able to heal him, Cato took hold of his own insides andphysically tore them out, killing himself instantly. When Caesar heard, he was alleged to have remarked, “Cato, I grudge you your death, as you would have grudged me the preservation of your life,” suggesting that their rivalry held firm even in death.

Self-Mummification

Throughout history, plenty of suicide cults have come and gone, but perhaps none were so systematic in their approach as the Japanese sokushinbutsu. Buddhists by trade, these monks had a strict ideal for their physical form—to mummify it as quickly as possible.

They began the process by spending three years eating only nuts and seeds and exercising until they’d lost literally all their body fat. Then they spent another three years eating bark while drinking nothing but a foul tea designed to induce constant vomiting. Finally, they crawled into a tiny tomb, sat in the lotus position and waited to die. Once they were dead, they were sealed in their tomb and left there until their bodies naturally mummified—at which point they were carried around and worshiped by other lunatics. Apparently the practice was so prevalent the government was forced to outlaw it in the 19th century—a fact which proves the Japanese were endearingly crazy even before the invention of the Internet.

A Lonely Death

In 2002, schizophrenic artist Richard Sumner stepped out into the Welsh countryside and vanished forever. He left no note, no trace of his intentions; but when his body finally surfaced three years later, it revealed a suicide as disturbing as it was sad.

Haunted by his illness, Sumner had walked deep into a remote forest where nobody ever went, handcuffed himself to a tree and thrown the key away. Reporting at the inquest, the coroner said Sumner had intended to kill himself, but there were scratches around the handcuffs consistent with someone trying to escape. In other words, after throwing away the key, Sumner had changed his mind. The worst part was that he’d apparently tried the exact same suicide method in 1996, but had been freed after four days. Sadly this time no one came, and Sumner died of exposure—the key to his safety lying only inches out of reach.

Dramatic Castration

You probably haven’t heard of Isokelekel. He was a legendary warrior who may or may not have existed in 16th-century Micronesia, so take this one with a pinch of salt. That being said, his method of suicide was so utterly bizarre it’s tempting to think you couldn’t make it up.

The legend goes that he was praying one morning when he caught his reflection in a pool of water. Realizing how old he was, this (again, possibly fictional) super-warrior decided to give death a helping hand—and to do it in the most bizarre way possible. Taking a length of rope, he bent a small palm tree down until it was level with him. Then he tied the rope around his penis, pulled it taut, and let go of the tree, which sprang upward—catapulting his severed junk high into the air. Unsurprisingly, Isokelekel bled to death, but not before witnessing a sight which no man should ever have to behold.

The Survivor

The Golden Gate Bridge is one of America’s suicide hot spots. Over 1,300 people have leapt from its railings, with an average of one person jumping every 16 days. Only two percent of people survive the fall—and their stories make for some terrifying reading.

At the age of 28, Ken Baldwin was suffering from depression. Making his way to the Golden Gate, he counted to 10 then jumped. After four seconds of extreme regret, he hit the water at 75 mph. Unsurprisingly, this did some damage. His legs shattered, and his lungs collapsed. Amazingly, he got off lucky. Most jumpers suffer broken ribs, punctured spleens and lungs, split livers, and snapped spines. Not all even hit the water—those who miss are left to suffocate in unimaginable agony in the thick mud, while those who land on target have their eyeballs eaten out of their sockets by crabs. In short, it’s about as far from glamorous as you can get, with the thought process experienced in free fall apparently being even worse. In an interview with the New Yorker, Ken later reported, “I still see my hands coming off the railing . . . I instantly realized that everything in my life that I’d thought was unfixable was totally fixable—except for having just jumped.”

And with a 230-meter (750-ft) drop, that’s a heck of a long time to keep turning something like that over in your head. So, yeah, if anyone’s feeling low out there tonight—take it from the guy who tried: your problems are nowhere near bad enough to justify such screaming horror.

****** you man

I AM PUTTING AN END TO YOUR MIND FUCKING

Heya,

You messaged me a bunch of weird shit, and I was nice to you. You make sexually inappropriate jokes and I kindly told you no.

You messaged me again and I waited till it was appropriate to reply.

You then invited yourself to my night and I decided not to go.
You then texted to see where I was and I replied a while later.

You then got creepy and needy texting me heaps weird shit and naming a cocktail after me.

I saw your hurt and thought we could meet up.

You then denied to talk to me on the phone, so I left a voicemail suggesting we could get a coffee or a drink or you know - just meet up in person :)

You then called me back but I was in class and you couldn't wait till class finished as you had #workshit so you were sorry but you couldn't talk to me ... unless I was in trouble... seriously dude? YOU ARE THE ABSOLUTE LAST PERSON I WOULD EVER CALL IF IT WAS AN EMERGENCY. #seriously

I then said oh man, hope work is treating you okay and you wrote, heard your voice message, we can get a drink soon.

What the fuck is soon.
Thank god I'm not hurting over this anymore - YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO CONSIDER ANYONE BUT YOURSELF.

FUCK OFF YOU DICK, STOP TRYING TO CONTROL THIS SITUATION OVER AND OVER AGAIN. I AM NOT FALLING FOR THIS EVER AGAIN.


DO.
WHAT.
EVER.
YOU.
WANT.



Just leave me out.


And if you want to be my friend, "so bad", then treat me like a friend.  #fucker

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