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This is not exactly a story, but you're going to laugh and cry at the same time ;)

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A story about me that my mum loves to share:
I was around three years old. Mum was cooking dinner and I was nagging her. "When's food?" "Five minutes, dear." "But I'm hungry NOW!" "Well, it's still five minutes."
I got super angry and marched (nekkid mind you) to find some shoes. I put on my rainboots and marched out into the street. Right outside there was a buss stop packed with people, and they all stared in shock as I roared "MY MUM NEVER FEEDS ME!!!" butt nekkid, with rainboots.
Mum was too embarrassed to go out and get me, so she just tried shushing me from the window.

She never let's me live it down, it's her favourite story to tell new people, be it her friends, my friends or my girlfriend.

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My story is sad.

My great-grandmother passed away. I barely knew her, and she scared me, so that's not the sad bit. I was about 4 years old, and when we went to help the rest of the family clean out her house, I found a kitten. Black with a little white blaze on his throat. Somehow I convinced my parents to let me take him home, but they said he had to be an outdoor cat because he had fleas.

I loved that cat. I named him Kitt, after the car on Knight Rider. He got a flea collar and I played with him outside.

One day, someone rang the doorbell and asked if we had a black cat with a flea collar. My mother said yes, and the person told her that he'd been hit by a car and we had to come get him. My mother took a shovel to scrape him off the ground, and I had to come with because she didn't want to leave me alone.

Seeing this cat, my friend, in that condition, just broke my heart. And my mother wouldn't even let me bury him; she threw him in the trash. :(

Oddly enough, a very similar-looking cat came to my door several years ago, and we took him in. I like to think it was Kitt reincarnated.

Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo...

His father told him that story: his father looked at him through a glass: he had a hairy face.

He was baby tuckoo. The moocow came down the road where Betty Byrne lived: she sold lemon platt.

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Don't blame me. It's -- it's by James Joyce. D:

Grandfather passed away a few years ago and grandma (she has alzhiemers) still continues to roam around the house trying to search for grandpa. Her memory is iffy and she is starting to forget important things of her past life. I hope for the best that she could remember us.

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I've honestly not got a lot to tell, but here goes an attempt at telling a story (a sad one, but with a happy/open ending). (pardon my english, by the way, not a native speaker)

My time in Highschool:

Having not had a lot of friend before, highschool seemed like the perfect chance for me to make a fresh start. Get rid of all the akwardness, and maybe get a girl or something. Yeah, like that was ever going to happen. Even my first day was basically hell. They put me a class filled to the brim with people I disliked. To make matters worse a bunch of bitches decided to harass me that day. Being a guy, I didn't know how to respond. I couldn't hurt them, since they were girls, and that wouldn't feel right. Since I was kind of an akward person I didn't know what to do and hid myself in the only place they'd never go. The boys bathroom. Unfortunately that's not the end of the story. Througout the first year I had a lot of difficulty making friends. I didn't have any. The people in higher grades would bully me relentlessy on a daily basis, just because I was that weird kid that was always alone, reading a book somewhere. My second year in highschool was mostly the same, no friend, lots of bullies. Something I've left out so far is that I wasn't exactly an angel either. You see, I couldn't handle all the pressure from the bullying in the slightest. I develloped anger issues. I would bottle up all of my anger, and the moment someone went to the point of no return, well they got hurt. That fif not make my situation any easier. Now you would probably be thinking, what the fuck where the teachers doing while all of this was going on. Well they tried several things to 'help' me. They for starters decided I would need to take special group session type thing with other anti-social students, to help us improve or social skills. That did not work in the slightest. Later they'd give a list of every student in the entire school and ask me who was bullying me. Being quite bad at those kind of things, I couldn't recognise any of them. Then they gave me my own classroom to sit in during the breaks. That worked against the bullying, but not against the problem of not having any friends. Then the third year came. This year was special. It was neither truly bad nor good. I managed to make some friends, all of them first and second years, and because so much time had passed a lot of my original bullies had finished highschool. Don't misunderstand, I still had my terrible moments of anger, I was still not exactly liked by anybody, except for my friends, but it was alright. After that year I moved to another city and had to leave my friends behind. It was painful, but looking back at it, they weren't that great. Only one of them kept in touch, and we're still friends to this very day. My fourth year was a completely fresh start for me. I didn't have my reputation to haunt me, and I was starting to get used to my new home. I made some friends, got into some fights, but nothing too bad. At the end of my fourth year I had had my exams and I could either go study for a job, or get a higher grade of education. I chose the latter. That meant two more yers in highschool, and because it was a higher level of education I had to change schools again. The two extra years of highschool where probably the best memories of highschool i've got. Sure there were assholes here and there, but the friends I made in those two years I'll never forget. There's just one thing that could mess things up. You see, because I didn't get angry a lot anymore, I got over my anger issues thanks to therapy. I had a lot of time to think about the past. This ended up really hurting me. Not just because of the fact that I finally noticed how terrible my highschool time had been, but also because I now knew how much better things could have been. Stupid as it might have been I got depressed, not just because of the pain I had suffered, but also due to the pain I had given others, when I had been angry. The more I thought about the people I had hurt, the more I felt bad about myself. Even getting to the point when everytime I crossed a busy street I though about jumping in front of cars. I didn't, never had the balls to do such a thing. And I eventually, with a lot of support from my friends, got over my depression. At the end of those two years, I had to choose again, this time choosing to go stdying for a job, ending my time in highschool.

And yes that was depressing as fuck, and I don't know what possesed me write this to a bunch of strangers, but here you go a story.

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Long long time ago in a far away land there was a lord named Emotion. He was a very bad lord as he could not make any good decision beause of many emotions clauding his judgement. In one moment he was extremly happy and in the next he was crying like a little baby. The kingdom would be doomed but there was hope for him. There was a traveling wizard who recently came to his country and people said that if anyone could help lord Emotion that it would be that mage. And so he did. The Wizard agreed to help and at night he cast a powerful spell to change Lord Emotion behaviour. As the morning came Lord realized that he no longer act based on his emotion. Or at least not as much as usual. When he asked the wizard how the hell he do that the Wizard smiled and said that true magician never reveal his secrets. Lord just looked at him and thought to himself that he don really care about this. And that is the emotional story of Lord Emotion and Wizard named Prozac. The End.

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As an emotional person, have you watched Steven Universe yet? I was only recently introduced to it when I was babysitting. Seems like a silly little show, then hits you with the feels train out of nowhere.

My mom was a bit of a cinderella; she had a step-mom who ignored her needs but instead pampered her own biological children. Finally, when it was time to get her driver's licence, the clerk at the DMV asked her to read the 4th line down on the chart. What chart? Needless to say, she did not get her license that day and had something to convince her step-mom that it was time to pay attention to a visit to the optomologist.

After I got laid off from my job which I loved, I couldn't sit still. So I very quickly joined the volunteers at the animal rescue in my town. In my first week there, my colleagues brought in a kitten, 10 weeks old, which had been abandoned at an industrial area. The kitten was very social and not scared at all, and had the habit of climbing on everyone's shoulder as soon as he got the chance. I fell in love with him instantly and adopted him officially through the shelter. I named him Charlie, after Charlie Sheen whom I loved in the movie Hot Shots. My colleagues were worried that I would end up adopting every kitten that was brought in, but I managed to control myself and only keep that first kitten. He still lives with me now and still climbs on my shoulder every chance he gets ^_^

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Maybe you know this storie, but it's a beatiful one

A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle)
Girl: Slow down. Im scared.
Guy: No this is fun.
Girl: No its not. Please, its too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug. (Girl hugs him)
Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on? Its bugging me.
Girl: Okay. Now please slow down!

In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building
because of break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived.

The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even though it meant he would die.

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