The balloons of sadness

When I was a wee lad, I used to feel horrible over most insignificant, stupid little things.

I remember when I was about seven, my dad took me to the University of Colorado homecoming football game, and as the team ran out, they released thousands of balloons up into the sky. I felt so bad, because I was convinced there were thousands of poor kids in the world whose parents couldn't afford balloons, and now these people were throwing away tons of balloons that could make so many kids happy. I started to cry right there.

Also, I was really into stuffed animals (like most kids). Every time I got a new one though and would play with it, I felt so bad because I thought I was neglecting all my old stuffed animals. I'd have to console them later on and promise to make it up to them. I'm sorry, Molly the dog.

My weirdest and most traumatic one is when my parents would take us on car trips, and my sister and I were being really quiet in the backseat, I would worry that the door would fly open and I'd fall out, and they wouldn't ever notice I was gone. Sure, this was scary, but it saddened me to great lengths because my parents would have driven hundreds and hundreds of miles without even wondering where I was and when they got to their destination, they wouldn't even care. Completely unjustified, I mean, they weren't mean parents or anything, but the state of Wyoming used to make me cry.

Sadness....  It seems as if it is the only emotion that isn't fleeting, but still happiness is there no matter how fleeting it is and when it is there you should appreciate it.  Your stories are saddening you sound very empathetic and caring I'm sure you shall someday help this world in ways you didn't ever think you could.  Your stories touched me which isn't easy and for that i applaud you.

>>1

i was the same way,

I was at the beach with my familly, and we found a lost beach ball, and i asked EVERY single person there if it was theirs, and i cried when i thought of some little kid with out his beach ball.

i live by a large river, and every winter large chunks of ice flow down the river, and i would cry every time i saw it because those chunks of ice would never be back there again.

I was at my grandmas house once, and i had found a nice walking stick, and as we were leaving, my mother told me i could not keep it, so i left it in the woods, and i cried thinking about it there all alone.

I used to cry a lot, but not due to weird things. I cried because I went the wrong way on a school marathon, I cried because I got lost etc..

>>4
GTFO emo kid.

I cried because my cock was too big :(

mr.jefferson says
you better stay out of the east side
or pretty soon you'll be moving on up moving on up
once he shows you a piece of his pie

COCK SUCKER!

Warning: Windows detected that you might be trying to install linux and has shut down your computer to protect itself, you and your family.

I was very much the same way about stuffed animals. I would sometimes karate one too much and then stop in my tracks, yelling to myself, WHAT, WHAT HAVE I DONE!?!?

>>10
LmFaO

I sometimes feel sadness when I kill a fly with a swatter. For a few brief moments, I can see it twitch its final movements before death. And then it stops. And I wonder "What have I done?"

A small creature flies and lands on me, it annoys me, so I kill it.

At the end of the day, maybe it's how ephemeral and fragile everything is.