SICHUANS ARE SO SAD D:
I SERIOUSLY CRIED

Best spokesperson ever died. Having a nice bawwwww day.

It's okayyy~
I figured I was way over it so it didn't matter.
but I'm not sure it was too good of an idea~ >___<
I didn't get your pm because I was offline~!
Sorry about that. ^,^
♥♥

The cat story almost made me cry

I was in a study class today, which was merged with a 4th year Religious and Moral education class.
I got bored of reading my book, woman on the edge of time, and set it down to listen to the RME teacher. She was telling the class about the after effects of Hiroshima, and she said something along these lines.

I want you to understand the horror of it, not just for the people who died but for those who had to live as witness to it... I was told a story of an American troop who had landed in the city in the day or so after the bomb. While performing his duty's he stopped, hearing a rustling sound and looked in the direction of it, seeing a little girl limping toward him. And as she got nearer, the rustling got louder, and when she finally came into the light, he realised that what he though originally to be her shadow was the burned skin off her back which had fallen off and stayed attached to her at the heels.

Understandably the whole class went quiet.

I knew from beforehand, that the horrors of Hiroshima are many, but damn, that was really unexpected...


One of the "scariest" things I've heard about Hiroshima, was that you could/can see the shadows of the people that melted away.

I have one it's actually a music video...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cmy1V1YGQe4

WARNING REALLY SAD...
Be prepared to cry...

In apartment where I lived everyone knew how The Ugly was Ugly. Cat that lived in our yard. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage and... I don`t now how to say that... love. The combination of these things and living without a roof left on his body an ugly indelible traces: He had only one eye, and at another place was deep hole. On the another side was no ear and left foot had once been broken and fused under strange angle, thusgiving the impression that the cat was going to turn left all the time. It`s tail was cut. There remained only a small stub, which was constantly twitching all the time. If there weren`t many sores and yellow scabs covering his head and shoulders, it could be called a dark-gray-striped cat. Anyone who was looking at him, was showing one reaction: What an ugly cat! All the children were forbidden to touch him. Adults were throwing stones at him. They doused him with a hose when he tried to enter the house, or squeezed his paw so he could not leave. Ugly always showed the same reaction. If he was hosed - he was suffered until tormentors are not tired of this fun. If someone threw things at him - he rubbed on his legs, as though begging forgiveness. If he saw the children, he ran towards him and rubbed his head on his hands and loudly mewing, begging for affection. If someone took it in his hands, he immediately began to suck on a corner shirt or anything else, how he could reach.
Once Ugly tried to make friends with neighbors' dogs. In response to this he was terribly bitten. From my window I heard his screams and immediately ran to help. When I ran up to him, Ugly was almost dead. He lay there, curled up into a ball. His back, legs, back of the body completely lost their original shape. Sad life was coming to end. A trace of tears crossed his brow. While I carried him home, he was gasping and choking. I most afraid of damaging him even more. And in the meantime he tried to suck my ear. I pressed him to myself. He touched my head with paw. His golden eye turned to me, and I heard purring. Even when he was felling a terrible pain, the cat asked for one thing - drop of affection! And at that moment I thought that I was holding on my hands the most loving creature I ever met in my life. The most loving and most beautiful. He didn`t even try to bite or scratch me, or just leave. He just looked at me, confident that I'll be able to alleviate his pain. Ugly died in my hands before I get home, and I sat, holding him on knees.

Later, I thought a lot about how one poor cripple was able to change my ideas about true purity of spirit, a true and boundless love. So it was actually. Ugly told me about compassion more than a thousand books, lectures or conversations. And I'll always be grateful to him. He had a crippled body, but good soul. It was time for me to learn how to love true and deep. Time to learn how to give all my soul to neighbor.

Most want to be richer, more successful, to be loved and beautiful. And I will always strive to do one thing - to be Ugly ...


excuse my bad English

It might be good for me to talk about it, but I've always been one to surpress my emotions and bottle everything up. Everything disappears if you forget.

Crapola.

The book is called "A Child Called It" by Dave Pelzer.
I read it my senior year in High school. It was really sad.
Here's part of the first chapter.

Mine would be....
my all-time favorite movie, entitled, "Titanic"

it is really heart-breaking....
I always cry no matter how many times I have watched the movie....

another are "Armageddon" and
'Pearl Harbor"

"Before I let you go" by freestyle
and
"Parting time" by Rockstar are really sad songs
I listen to these songs over and over again especially when I am alone....






We have the edit button for a reason. No double or triple posting.


~AHTL

my 7th crush on a girl didn't end with me hooking up with her.

Awesome pic.

Is that the real ending of that cartoon?

http://www.crunchyroll.com/forumtopic-714950/sadtouching-serious-pictures

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