Cry
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when is the last time you cried im telling about crying over somehing or some one and not just a tear fell from your eye....
mine is when i was 15 was in it was my first girl friend who broke up with me since then i promised myself not to cry over useless things and now everytime i feel like im crying i tell to my self its a useles thing to do
mine is when i was 15 was in it was my first girl friend who broke up with me since then i promised myself not to cry over useless things and now everytime i feel like im crying i tell to my self its a useles thing to do
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Waar
FAKKU Moderator
clannad after story.
death of parent like 8 years ago
braveheart 10 years ago
bambi 16 years ago
death of parent like 8 years ago
braveheart 10 years ago
bambi 16 years ago
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After I finished watching Romeo X Juliet.
Though I stopped shedding tears for family members.... No matter what their situation is or what happened to them...
Though I stopped shedding tears for family members.... No matter what their situation is or what happened to them...
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1-2 years ago reading Clannad after story.
If is on real life incident,
Cried when my dog got knocked by a car in front of me when I was around 16
If is on real life incident,
Cried when my dog got knocked by a car in front of me when I was around 16
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Fallan
Kamen Rider Cheeki
kaho17 wrote...
I cried when My MOM accidentally ruined my Manga 3 years ago !! Ruu...ruined? how?
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When my uncle died in a freak car accident, when I was a tween.
During various TV programs and anime that hit home for me.
Recently, tonight and the past 2 weeks. I've been very depressed.
During various TV programs and anime that hit home for me.
Recently, tonight and the past 2 weeks. I've been very depressed.
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xxxholic18 wrote...
kaho17 wrote...
I cried when My MOM accidentally ruined my Manga 3 years ago !! Ruu...ruined? how?
she put a bottle of water in my pocket without knowing my Manga in it and... >.< my works ... it's really painful !! Ruu...
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Morning Star
Soba-Scans Staff
Over years I have been able to hold my tears from the view of my family and friends, I was unable to this turn.
We found a dog on the street, around the time he was just a puppy. I guess out of sympathy we captured him and did all the procedures to cure him of any ailments that he may have come across as a street puppy. A couple months passed, and he was considered by the vet as a miracle. In the end we named him Peanut, because of his fur color.
I was awakened by my mom, in a panic she told me that Peanut had got hit by a truck.
I ran outside and saw him limping up the stairs to our house coughing blood, I grabbed him and we drove as fast a possible to the advanced vet clinic (the name escapes me.) In my arms he made yelps and howls...just minutes before we got there he made one last howl that changed into a gurgle, Peanut died in my arms...
I was in complete denial, with tears in my eyes and Peanut in my arms I ran inside the clinic demanding that the vet see him...the vet told me he wouldn't have made it even if we had gotten there earlier. I left Peanut there with the vet lifeless, before I left him I asked the vet and family for privacy. I kissed him on the forehead and told him "Sweet Dreams Peanut."
I left the vets office and noticed that I had blood all over my body, the car looked like the Humvee from Black Hawk down to get a pretty good idea. The shirt I wore that day was stained in blood, even when my mom washed it I could still smell the blood and today I can still smell the blood.
Later on, I got a new dog half German Shepard half Alaskan Malamute. She's so hyper it funny, on small occasions me and my mom mistakenly call her Peanut.
Retelling this story made me cry.
We found a dog on the street, around the time he was just a puppy. I guess out of sympathy we captured him and did all the procedures to cure him of any ailments that he may have come across as a street puppy. A couple months passed, and he was considered by the vet as a miracle. In the end we named him Peanut, because of his fur color.
I was awakened by my mom, in a panic she told me that Peanut had got hit by a truck.
I ran outside and saw him limping up the stairs to our house coughing blood, I grabbed him and we drove as fast a possible to the advanced vet clinic (the name escapes me.) In my arms he made yelps and howls...just minutes before we got there he made one last howl that changed into a gurgle, Peanut died in my arms...
I was in complete denial, with tears in my eyes and Peanut in my arms I ran inside the clinic demanding that the vet see him...the vet told me he wouldn't have made it even if we had gotten there earlier. I left Peanut there with the vet lifeless, before I left him I asked the vet and family for privacy. I kissed him on the forehead and told him "Sweet Dreams Peanut."
I left the vets office and noticed that I had blood all over my body, the car looked like the Humvee from Black Hawk down to get a pretty good idea. The shirt I wore that day was stained in blood, even when my mom washed it I could still smell the blood and today I can still smell the blood.
Later on, I got a new dog half German Shepard half Alaskan Malamute. She's so hyper it funny, on small occasions me and my mom mistakenly call her Peanut.
Retelling this story made me cry.
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Morning Star wrote...
Over years I have been able to hold my tears from the view of my family and friends, I was unable to this turn.We found a dog on the street, around the time he was just a puppy. I guess out of sympathy we captured him and did all the procedures to cure him of any ailments that he may have come across as a street puppy. A couple months passed, and he was considered by the vet as a miracle. In the end we named him Peanut, because of his fur color.
I was awakened by my mom, in a panic she told me that Peanut had got hit by a truck.
I ran outside and saw him limping up the stairs to our house coughing blood, I grabbed him and we drove as fast a possible to the advanced vet clinic (the name escapes me.) In my arms he made yelps and howls...just minutes before we got there he made one last howl that changed into a gurgle, Peanut died in my arms...
I was in complete denial, with tears in my eyes and Peanut in my arms I ran inside the clinic demanding that the vet see him...the vet told me he wouldn't have made it even if we had gotten there earlier. I left Peanut there with the vet lifeless, before I left him I asked the vet and family for privacy. I kissed him on the forehead and told him "Sweet Dreams Peanut."
I left the vets office and noticed that I had blood all over my body, the car looked like the Humvee from Black Hawk down to get a pretty good idea. The shirt I wore that day was stained in blood, even when my mom washed it I could still smell the blood and today I can still smell the blood.
Later on, I got a new dog half German Shepard half Alaskan Malamute. She's so hyper it funny, on small occasions me and my mom mistakenly call her Peanut.
Retelling this story made me cry.
TT_TT Ruu..
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Xil
Norse God of Sawdust
Been about 5 years now... Can't recall what specific even cause the last time, was awhile ago. Nothing overly exciting anyway.
I simply decided it was a pointless thing to do... a waste of energy.
But DAMN if it can't be a difficult pointless thing to avoid at times.
I simply decided it was a pointless thing to do... a waste of energy.
But DAMN if it can't be a difficult pointless thing to avoid at times.
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Well, I think it could be broken up in 2 categories; the 1st based off of most of the users answers: Tear-jerkers, from anime etc.
And actual crying. Well, you get the idea.
And actual crying. Well, you get the idea.
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Yesterday while cutting onions. Damn things always get to me.
Seriously though, roughly 2 years ago when my grandma died.
Seriously though, roughly 2 years ago when my grandma died.
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When my first dog died about 10 years ago and I had to watch him get "put down"
I was 8 years old.
I was 8 years old.
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The last time I cried (as in really cried) is 5 months ago when my best friend, and also my mentor, died of sepsis. It was very sudden, I know he always have a health condition but I thought he's a very fit one. And one night, so suddenly I got a call from his sister saying he's been taken to a nearby hospital and are unconscious. I drove there ASAP, hoping I can somehow see him and help him. In the end it's obvious enough that there is nothing I can do for him. All I can do is waiting outside while he's inside the emergency room. And on that very day, he went into a coma.
Days passed, and he never wake up, although he is still alive and I'm hoping, praying he'll wake up one day. "It's just a coma" I tell myself. It's a fool's hope. He never wake up after that day, and soon enough, somehow predictable as it's the reality, he passed away. I refused to visit, refusing to see his lifeless body. I hold my tears as I thought that this is what reality is in the first place, where peoples die each day.
But in the end, I cried on his funeral. I just can't hold it anymore, seeing his coffin being put on the earth, never to see him again. In my heart I shouted "Damn you, damn. How dare you die just like this, leaving without any warning." I cried all the way home from his grave. All day until I believe I fall asleep.
After that, I visited his grave monthly. While I never cried anymore after that time, I still spill my tears everytime I visit his grave, talking to his tombstone as stupid as it sounds. Reminiscing all the memory I have about him.
Days passed, and he never wake up, although he is still alive and I'm hoping, praying he'll wake up one day. "It's just a coma" I tell myself. It's a fool's hope. He never wake up after that day, and soon enough, somehow predictable as it's the reality, he passed away. I refused to visit, refusing to see his lifeless body. I hold my tears as I thought that this is what reality is in the first place, where peoples die each day.
But in the end, I cried on his funeral. I just can't hold it anymore, seeing his coffin being put on the earth, never to see him again. In my heart I shouted "Damn you, damn. How dare you die just like this, leaving without any warning." I cried all the way home from his grave. All day until I believe I fall asleep.
After that, I visited his grave monthly. While I never cried anymore after that time, I still spill my tears everytime I visit his grave, talking to his tombstone as stupid as it sounds. Reminiscing all the memory I have about him.
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The first four years on the job, as "new blood", I had to work TRAUMATOM/ERI duties. During the day you're too focused to really notice things, but then at night the really gruesome cases tend to come back. Some nights I just bit the pillow wailing like a wee kid, especially in the beginning. Then, inurement kicked in. That must have been like six or seven years ago.
Before that, some 14 years ago, when my grandpa died.
Before that, some 14 years ago, when my grandpa died.