[SpectralJulianIsNotDead]

I'm feeling a bit dark and broody right now (looks like I'll be spending more time around here!)

No particular order:
Being robbed at gunpoint in a hotel in Columbus (I had a guitar and 200 dollars stolen)
Accidental large-scale vandalization (I can't go into this one)
Being heckled by my 2 worst enemies at a gig I had

Oooh, and here is the most recent one. The girl that I'm involved with and I was starting to think seriously about brought a guy with similar intentions on an event with me. She disclosed to me that she really liked both of us and that she didn't know what to do. She was still being affectionate with both us, and I left because I couldn't stand to sit nearby as this girl madeout with this guy. So I started walking home (a 6 or 7 mile walk) in the dark, in the same area that a few kids got killed in the middle of the night a few years back. Once I got to the first town (which was still 4 miles from home) a cop picked me up and took me home.

*Takes a swig of beer*

There are some other bad days that I can't remember where I have simply broken down. Fuck man. Fuck. I was doing fucking great. Then this girl comes into my life and I become smitten with her. It ends, and I am back to square 1. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I feel like it was all planned out too. I'm just really glad we didn't have sex. I think I'd have gotten twice as many beers out of the fridge if we did. What is really sick is that she wanted to screw tonight with me.

Nice guys fucking finish last.

[fishmonkey]

when my mother died, i was 8, will never forget it.

[SpectralJulianIsNotDead]

Eeek

I've broken down from cats dying. I don't know what I'd do without my mother. She is one of my few anchors in life.

[_slavo_]

30th of March this year, when my mother died.

[SpectralJulianIsNotDead]

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Happy, well slept Julian!

[jon boy]

last november. gran very sick and in pain with cancer and was robbed at home. in the same week my three year old niece had to go to hospital with what was also thought to be cancer, turns out she was ok and it was a viral infection but was in so much pain she had to be given morphine. i slept about 10 hours all week and lost a lot of weight.

[SpectralJulianIsNotDead]

I was so depressed a year ago I lost a lot of weight. But I didn't really have any really bad days then. I just was generally depressed.

[LittlePuppetBoy]

one pretty bad day was about a month ago when I was driving home from work, and I accidently bashed into another car. luckily, the damage wasn't serious, and that was the same day I got my bass!

[pao-lino]

it's so sad to hear some of you lost their moms when young...
I guess you really come out strong after a period of deepest pain..

when some friends you know die and then you can't realize it until you see someone looking like them walking down the street and you think "hey! he/she looks like xxxx" and then you remember and feel like somethings missing... that helps making a day one of the worst.

[nomadicfollower]

Originally Posted by fishmonkey

when my mother died, i was 8, will never forget it.

When my father died. I was 11.
My deepest sympathy fishmonkey.

[SpectralJulianIsNotDead]

You guys have all had much more bad days than me, and here I am moping about a girl, listening to Rites of Spring, and suffering a hangover. I feel so emo. I fucking hate emo! *punches self in face.*

[gmku]

My first day at fucking Lone Tree High School in 11th grade. Bunch of hicks.
My first night in my college dorm room. I'm introduced to my roomie--Meat Man.
My first real girlfriend dumps me.
Death of my mother when I was 24.
Getting fired from my first real job.
Seeing my daughter arrested for possession (pot).
Feeling broke (periodically).

[Rob Instigator]

bad days is bad days. you should not compare people's to yours. pain is pain. suffering is pain. the only growth we have comes from suffering.

My worst days,

the year long decline of my father dying of cancer, to the anticlimax of his passing. terrible time. I really developed a good breed o hate for life all those years ago.

the day my wife and I came home and found our home, which we had just bought 3 months earlier, broklen into and all our good shit taken,a nd my wife's heirloom jewelry from her mom and her grandma and her great gardna stolen, the only things she had from them and having to see my wife break down completely and knowing I had to be strong enough to help her and fight my own personal breakdown. that was fucking terrible.

[fishmonkey]

Originally Posted by nomadicfollower

When my father died. I was 11.
My deepest sympathy fishmonkey.

cheers, thanks very much, it aint easy loosing a parent at any age but its something you have to learn to live with, you never quite get over it but you reach a point where you have to learn to live with it, if you dont you'll go mad. i used to wake up for about 6 months after my mam died and think to myself ..wow i had the freakest dream and then the reality would hit me like its after dropping off the ceiling and i go.... shit that was no dream, the upshot of this was i was afraid to sleep because this feeling would wipe me out the next morning, fuck it, i'm a big boy of 28 now and i know i must be doing someone proud.

[fishmonkey]

Originally Posted by Rob Instigator

bad days is bad days. you should not compare people's to yours. pain is pain. suffering is pain. the only growth we have comes from suffering.

My worst days,

the year long decline of my father dying of cancer, to the anticlimax of his passing. terrible time. I really developed a good breed o hate for life all those years ago.

the day my wife and I came home and found our home, which we had just bought 3 months earlier, broklen into and all our good shit taken,a nd my wife's heirloom jewelry from her mom and her grandma and her great gardna stolen, the only things she had from them and having to see my wife break down completely and knowing I had to be strong enough to help her and fight my own personal breakdown. that was fucking terrible.

shit, thats harsh man.

[gmku]

My brother was only 14 when my mom died. I always felt really sorry for him about that, especially since he was youngest and all his siblings had left home. He was stuck with my kind-of stingy dad for his teen years after being spoiled by my generous mom and me and my sisters. He turned out okay though.

Another bad day was when our house was broken into in Mpls. It was kind of like a loss-of-innocence day for me. I didn't think neighbors did that kind of thing, but as it turned out, there were some real hardcore badass people living just down the street from us. They had always smiled and waved at me and my wife when they saw us, and they'd talk to us. Later I realized they were scoping us out, finding out all kinds of shit to plan when it was the best time for us to be away so they could break in. We came home to find almost the entire first floor of our place wiped out--microwave, TV, stereo, all my photography equipment... Gone.

[SpectralJulianIsNotDead]

I always get really sick when I find out things about my family. There have been a lot of tragic deaths.

[finding nobody]

when i was ten years old my dad bought me this badass electric guitar with a built-in speaker. i loved that thing soooo much.. so when we got home from buying it i put it under my bed and went to sleep.
then in the mornin i woke up and it was gone

[h8kurdt]

Geez there's some bad stuff going on here.

To be honest I really don't know how I'd cope without me mam. She's really cool but she's smokes all the time and I'm forever trying to make her quit but to no avail.

[RdTv]

When I came home and my mom told me my uncle had been crushed by a truck while riding his bike.

A month later when, my cousin called me and told me my other cousin died in his sleep of a methadone overdose. That crazy guy was actually kicking, and he skipped a doseage of the meth and doubled up to recover.