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the one thing ive learned while scrolling through this comment section is that there is no definition of "one of those nights". everyone has their own definition.

It was mid-summer when my friend and I decided we wanted to go stargazing. Our other friends laughed at the idea of it - they thought it was childish. We had no idea where we were going, we were just driving away. We turned up the music up and watched as the roads got narrower, the street lights became dimmer, and everything became stiller. We parked at the side of a road and switched the car engine off. It was pitch dark and suddenly silent. The first step out the car was intimidating - almost as if something bad was bound to happen. But nothing happened; it was simply peaceful. In the far distance we could see the city light illuminating the sky. We lied down in the middle of the road, despite our instincts telling us otherwise. We looked up and just opened our eyes to see thousands of burning balls of fire flashing their beauty. I had never seen so many stars before. Dare I say, it was magical.

i remember putting this video on one night a few years ago, unhappy with the life i was living. it’s one of the reasons i decided to start releasing music publicly! thank you

We're not people that want to be at parties, but that Friday night feeling of just being alone kills us sometimes. We want to be alone sometimes, but not to feel lonely

I can’t help but ponder of the 516k views, and how many people share the same feelings. How many struggles people face, some greater, some smaller. How many pushed through it, or those that didn’t make it. How it doesn’t matter who you are, where you are from, your skin color, your identity. We share the same emotions, however positive or negative. If you have taken the time to read this, I wish you well, We are all family here. We understand, and you don’t have to say anything. Just know that you can stay as long as you’d like, well all be here for you.

Came here feeling disconnected from the world Didn’t realize I was connected to so many other people until I came here.

I think what I miss the most is feeling safe. It seems the majority of the people here are posting inside of their late teens, at the teetering point of losing their youth and becoming adults. Let me tell you, do not let go of that feeling. Let it engulf you and never forget it. It won’t last forever. I’m laying in bed at nearly 28 years old next to my incredible girlfriend of 3yrs, happy and in love, yet haven’t been able to feel as safe and free and happy the way I did back then. You don’t realize the adults telling you that you’re living out the best years of your life are 350% correct until you wake up at the end of your fleeting 20s and see your parents getting old, your old friends getting married and having their own kids living their own lives, and you may be in just as good of a place but the fact is it’s SCARY if you slow down and look at it for a second. This life thing doesn’t stop until it does, and I just pray that by the time I get there I’m comfortable enough with my choices to be able to let it go and return to the void…not that I’ll have a choice. I’m rambling now, but be good to yourself because what you’re feeling now may never come again. Embrace it. All of the emotions and sensations and challenges and blessings of growing up. It’s a cold scary world out there. All of us in this comments section know this. We may never cross paths but I’ll be looking for each and every one of you in the warm smile shared with a stranger. Be good to yourselves. Be good to eachother. We’re all we’ve got. See you out there.

It’s been one of those nights for 3 years straight

Well The internet is usually one of the most toxic places. But this place. This small insignificant comment section. It's calm and peaceful. I love it.

do you ever just reach a point in your sadness, where you feel at peace? like nothing can hurt you more than you’ve already felt, it can’t get worse, so it has to get better. right?

I lost my real mother 4 days ago. She was my hero, I grew up with two terrible parents. My dad basically never showed up and my mom turned to drugs and alcohol. But this woman who was stuck in a wheelchair saved my life, my brothers life, and my sisters life. I often think about where we would all be if it wasn’t for her in my life. She didn’t teach, she led. She showed us how to work towards a goal. She showed us what it meant to put others before you. But most importantly she showed us love, purely by being her. Us kids were Stacy’s everything, she could sit for hours upon hours and just listen to us all talk and be smiling ear to ear the entire time. When you would get her to laugh she would wheeze and turn bright red and start crying because of laughter. I’m gonna miss those moments, her laugh, her lessons, her happiness. But I am her, I will forever be. Thank you stace, I love you forever. Till I see you again ❤️

I'm writing this here because this is one of those nights where I feel so very alone. I have no one else but myself to blame for this but it still hurts nonetheless. I am a 23 year old man who feels unwanted and unloved by the people and the world around him. I know I am a kind person and have a good heart and I wish people would see that. I've made mistakes just like everyone else out there but I am only human. I love and care for others deeply but that love has nowhere to go so it sits inside my heart and soul waiting. I feel like I am just a cog in a machine, a spec of dust in this expanse of darkness we call the universe. I crave human connection, I crave love, I am tired of being alone, and I hope someday I am wanted and loved by the people in my life. Seasonal depression is hitting hard but I don't want to end my life or give up I just want nothing more than to go back in time even if just a little and start over but I can't, none of us can, life goes on for all of us. I don't know if anyone feels the same way I do but I hope I can connect with at least one person wherever you reside in the world. I cry, I feel sad, I laugh, I smile, I breathe the same air, I look at the same stars, I wake up to the same sun and sleep to the same moon, I have dreams, I have goals, I want to be happy, I want to live a life that I'm proud of at the end of it all. I am just like any other human being on this planet we call home. I know this note will be here for as long as this video exists. I am just a stranger in some corner of the world to you all but I was here at this moment in time, I have a heart and a soul, I am real. I hope that in years from now I can come back to this note that I left here and be content with how I'm doing at that moment in time. This is just a part of my story, there's still a whole lot of pages to fill and a lot more memories to create. To the person reading this I just want to say I love you - a stranger that lives under the same sky

A while ago I drank half a bottle of wine at 2am and decided to throw on my coat and take a walk. I put in my AirPods and played a playlist I have which is similar to this one. I live a good distance from the city around rolling hills with farm houses. I walked peacefully in the night down the gravel roads looking at the stars. The universe looked so big that night. I laid in the grass by the road and starred at the night sky for an hour just thinking. The world seemed to stop, and it felt like I was the only person on the planet. I wish I could go back to that night...

I’ve been in a “slump” lately. I want to: Cry Scream Run away But I also want to: Not do anything Stay where I am Keep going I don’t want to grow up but I want to keep moving forward. I feel conflicted and I have no idea what I’m doing. On one of these nights I feel dark and empty in the most peaceful way possible. It’s addictively melancholic.

One of my close friends had her grad party last night - it was a blast and although I've said goodbye to her several times before, for some reason that one felt different. I went to my local amusement park afterward but ended and getting rained out, but I stayed in line for the ride I had been waiting for with hopes of it opening back up before the park closed. They announced 5 minutes until close that it would be down for the night, so I ran to the indoor coaster. Waited there for about 10 minutes, rode, and then started walking out. Most people were out of the park by then, so it was really just me, the lights, the wet pavement, and the stray employee or 2. Then, it all hit like a wave. Seeing one of the places I had grown up in empty like that - borderline desolate, triggered something. It was all I could do to not fall to my knees and weep. My childhood is over - friends are moving away to college, I still have no sort of plan, and I'm just generally a mess. I came home and once everybody else was asleep, I sobbed for the first time since I got witch hunted out of my first splatoon team. Things just aren't looking great right now, but hopefully I can find my way. Edit: Thank you all so much for your kind words, I truly cannot express how much this means to me. God bless all of you.

My night was fine a few minutes ago, but listening to this while reading the comment section turns my night into one of those night.

There is an emotion I have which I like to call "pleasantly depressed." I think you guys get it.

Is this what happiness is?... I have a home, I have a family, I have friends. Yet, deep inside, I feel empty. As if, my soul has left by body - Perhaps, I never had a soul in the first place. I might get a job. I might not. I might get married. I might not. I might get kids. I might not. I can feel the best feelings and experience the best experiences, but what does it matter? At the end of life, my memories won't be anything. At the end of time, nothing will be. The night wraps its hands around me, like a Reaper hearing a being's last words. My body yearns for sleep. Yet, my brain screams in agony. A million lives have been, just like mine. Sleep, work, eat. A mind feels directionless these principles are broken - We weren't created to think. Nothing has ever realized it exists, except we. But at the end of time, nothing will be. And nothing will have been. Our fate is sealed in the darkest corner of the Universe. My thoughts dissipate. Another day ends.

This hit really close to home for me. Im not ashamed to admit it but Im crying as I write this. But it made me remember the time, a couple years ago I went star gazing with my best and only friend at the time and its when I fell in love with her. We walked up a hill in the night and star gazed for hours, it was amazing in every sense of the word, and so was she. Though she passed away from a stroke at 20 last summer and its been really hard without her. But the thought of seeing her again, or just hearing her voice when its all over is comforting. If you're reading this, please cherish what little time you have with your loved ones. Dont be like me and take every chance you can to be with them before its to late. And for the love of god, tell them that you love them. Rest in peace Emily, I'll never forget you. EDIT: I should mention Im not wasting away because of this, (she'd kill me if I did sulk over her like that) I've found ways to cope better with the loss, and Im now moving onto a full career in the military soon. if you're dealing with loss like me, stay strong and make it, even if its not for yourself, do it for who you lost. if some idiot like me can do it, so can you.

When the sun has breathed it’s last light of day And the night invites itself into the empty spaces of your room Pondered is the universe Pondered is its inhabitant To have forever coexisted, but only discovered when the night turns lonesome. Ask me your questions says the universe Tell me your secrets says the inhabitant. A conversation written in the stars. Only to vanish like a fleeting memory When the morning calls. Sorry felt like writing a poem hope y’all enjoyed:)

Honestly, the way I would describe it is just, feeling disconnected, kinda like when you repeat a word so much it loses it’s meaning. You feel numb, like a speck floating in empty space, your thoughts suddenly become white sound that gets louder and louder and you’re cool with it, because at the same time, you feel in peace.

Good anecdote: The teacher asked once what did we talk about when we talked about happiness. And then one student said that happiness is what happens when you go to bed on the hottest night of the summer, a night so hot you can’t even wear a tee-shirt and you sleep on top of the sheets instead of under them, although try to sleep is probably the most accurate. And then at some point late, late at night, say just a bit before dawn, the heat finally breaks and the night turns cool and when you briefly wake up, you notice that you’re almost chilly, and in your groggy, half-consciousness, you reach over and pull the sheet around you and just that flimsy sheet makes it warm enough and you drift back off into a deep sleep. And it’s that reaching, that gesture, that reflex we have to pull what’s warm- whether it’s something or someone- towards us, that feeling we get when we do that, that feeling of being safe in the world and ready for sleep, that’s happiness.

Currently listening to this the night after my last day of highschool I was once quite sad about the fact that my 12 years of school was coming to a conclusion and it felt like time was moving too fast for me to handle. I grew depressed thinking about the life that I lived and how uncertain everything was and still is. And while I am still sad about the fact that I'll never be in a classroom again with my friends and classmates, that I'll never again live in that repetitive yet safe and comforting bubble, and that I'll never be a kid again, I'm also kinda proud of myself. It's been a long journey with bumps, bruises, heartbreak and setbacks. But through it all I still kept my head high and survived every day of it. Yes I miss my childhood and I'd give ANYTHING to go back. But I've come to peace with the reality that time keeps moving forward, even when we don't want to. I can only hope for the best for my friends and everyone reading this post. To wherever the next day takes us, may we never forget to love ourselves above all else♥️.

First time i happened to come here, I was 23, alone, in a 6 square meter room in Korea and miserable. Was working abroad to get money but knew it would be useful for only 1 year or so, I just knew that going back home, I wouldn't know what to do with my life (at the time, my life was just playing video games and party with the same friends twice a month). The only girl I've been with back then cheated on me multiple times, and I thought in those times that I didn't deserve any better as I had a very bad opinion on myself. Was very poor from the day I left my parents house (17), and I didn't see any path to happiness from where I stood. I mean, I liked life, and never had any REALLY dark thoughts, I was just resignated to a lifetime of frustration. In a way, this music helped me realize that and be peaceful about it, and it made myself a lot more agreable and positive. I'm now 26, and coming back here I had to write something ; I found my way out of nothing, just by trying new things over and over again. I had a few relationships in which I experienced true love, despite my imperfections. One after another, I cured most of the addictions I had back then.. I'm even going to the gym 5 times a week ffs !! I strengthened my relationships with my family and a lot with the few good friends I have, I eat better ; in a few words, i just take care of myself, and the rest follows People, the only way is up, it's not easy, but it will be way harder to do nothing now for your future self. Your live can change fast, don't underestimate what you can achieve in a year. I don't know you, but I'm sure of one thing that is true for almost every human on this planet : it starts with YOU, the only person that can change the course of events in your life is YOU.

“how rare and beautiful it is that we even exist”

This comment section is like a small bar in a forgotten town, a waypoint on a journey to somewhere, and you find yourself deep in conversation with someone you just met that lasts into the night. Wish I could hang out with all of you and hear your stories in person.

It’s 2:15 am. I am here in the footsteps of those before me who I’ll never meet but who walk with me nevertheless. Thank you.

This feels like one of those life/internet checkpoints. A place to rest for just a moment. Respite from the storm.

"I can't wait to grow up" I used to tell myself.. "I want to be young again" I now tell myself.. Oh how things change..

I just found my people. I am home.

I’ve lived a long life I’ve read countless of stories of love and hate, Death and Life. Through my years I’ve learned one thing the world needs more stories. The people that walk amongst us never have the chance to express themselves so please whoever reads this tell me who you are, what your fear , what you love , what you dream. Tell me your story…

I dont know why i am, but i will be telling about me now. Sorry if i make a few typos, i might randomly burst into tears throughout writing lol it is one of those nights after all I was born and raised in Minnesota for the first 14 years of my life. Then in october of 2021, I moved to Arizona. I was destroyed. I had/have no extended family here except my grandpa. I had no friends except for my online friends. But that didnt matter. All day, everyday, i would lock myself in my room and play video games. From when i woke up to 3 am. I was and am more than likely depressed, and i also have anxiety and adhd, which didnt make the move any better. But then last September (2022), i went to a local library for the first time since moving and saw a poster for dnd that would be held there, and i decided to do it. Best decision of my life. There i met the love of my life. She's my rock, my best friend, the one thing keeping me here. She's made me so much happier, and i dont know what id do without her, and i dont want to know either. Unfortunately, because my brain is the way it is, i constantly dream of her dying. Words cant describe how horrible that feels. But even then, i cant find the strength to cry. I only have once when thats happened. But i also have a hard time crying in general, but that's sorta besides the point. But then again, i dont even know what the point of this is. Im just typing and letting my thoughts be heard for thousands of strangers. But at least im not bottling them up. If anyone reading struggles with that too, know youre not alone, and it may be difficult, but try to talk to someone. Or even just yourself, or write it down. Even if you delete it right after, it's best to let your mind ramble. But then again im just a 15 year old kid, so my word probably isnt the best lol thanks for reading if anyone did Edit: Welp, quite a bit has changed since I first wrote this. We broke up two months ago as of writing, and a lot of it was my fault. Words can't describe the guilt I feel for hurting her. It's the last thing I ever would've wanted. It was, and to be honest still is, incredibly difficult. We don't really talk anymore. But I will always be thankful for the memories we made. If youre for whatever reading this, C, Im so sorry for the pain i caused. But i also have to thank you for making my life so much better those 9 months. I will always cherish those memories. Thank you.

This comment section is the closest thing to a hug I've experienced in weeks. Thank you all. I love you.

We didn’t search for this. But we are glad we are here

Early 2020 vibes. I remember listening to this almost every night while I was in one of the worst living situations of my life. So much has happened since then, so much has changed. I've made friends, lost them, formed new interests, moved on from them, had highs and lows, learned new things about myself, about the world, grown up, and 4 years later it's another one of those nights. I returned to this video to listen again, and to say thank you to whoever made this video, it means a lot to me.

This... Aching in my chest, this yearning. A strong sense of desire that's trying to tell me something, like a voice deep within my head screaming at me to do something, anything. I want out, I want to be free, to be set upon the night with nothing but my own devices and a simple objective: to feel.

It’s one of those nights where you want to fall asleep but you’re too bored to. You’ve been addicted to the darkness of slumber because sleep is always shy of death. That’s why keep sleeping in even when I have responsibilities. I start giving up on everyone and everything. I’ve been trying to be such a caring person trying to make everyone laugh for my whole life. But every night when I come home I’m quiet and at peace. I hate the feeling of it but I’m also addicted. I wanna be a musician when I’m older but it’s such a tough industry to get into. So I lie awake until 3 am thinking about what could be instead of actually doing it. And while I do that a bunch of memories flood back to when I was younger. I just can’t deal with this life thing. I don’t want to. I want do what I love but it’s such a journey to get there. I don’t think I’ll ever make it neither does anyone around me except for 2 of my best friends. And I love them with all my heart but we haven’t talked in weeks. I feel my brain rot with every breath I take. Will someone please take me away? I want to be alone but loved at the same time. And time is such a haze. I will Blink suspended in time for a brief second. And when I open my eyes hopefully I’ll be with my family that I love. Hopefully I’ll see my children and their children. And then hopefully I’ll close my eyes one last time. (Sorry To vent I typically never comment but it’s just one of those nights)

Sometimes, I wish I could just observe the world. I don't want to have to worry about life. I just want to see the trees blowing in the wind and the sun setting. Why can't everything just be peaceful?

I call it feeling blurry. It’s one of those blurry nights. It feels like I’m stuck in my head, lonely, calm, melancholic. Listening to the whir of the fan, bathing in the dim light through my window, on the precipice of asleep and awake. Truly just one of those nights where I long to walk, to wander down the dark roads, gazing into the eternal sky, getting lost, in though and in reality

One time i was on a 10 hr bike ride to the coast with a friend i hardly knew, we were 1 hr away from our destination and it was getting dark, we stopped to rest against an old peice of wall by the road surrounded by corn feilds and streams, a lot of people say dark grey cloudy skies are ugly, but that slightly foggy, slightly purple and very cloudy dusk was genuinely beautiful. Somehow that completely insignificant, liminal moment is one of the highlights of my life. Nothing and no one in the city where i live rlly matches up

I've done it. I've found a small pocket of the internet where things are ok. A small pocket where no one is at each other's throats, no one is being angry at someone else. It's truly a wonderful little place this comment section is. In a world full of hatred and suffering, it's important to find some tranquility. Thank you for these wonderful minutes of inner peace and reverence

I never wanted to admit it aloud, but I know that outside forces are not the cause of who I am. I make my own choices. I make my own mistakes. I make my path. I recently started to get out of my "slump". I gained a whole twenty pounds over the last half-year, getting myself to just below my healthy 150lbs weight. I just turned twenty-one, and I have a plan. Over the next year, I aim to prepare myself for the challenges of adulthood. I have my options before me, and I choose my own path. If there's a river in my way, I will swim it. If there's a mountain blocking me, I will carve it. No matter the weather, I will prevail. And I know you will to. That girl you want to ask out? Take the shot. That interview for your dream job? You've got it. Don't waste your life. Live on and see you in the Roaring 20s. :)

It is 3:05 and I write this because I see so many people pouring their heart out, and I feel inspired. I often ponder my relationships with others, it started when my grandpa died. He was so kind to me as a kid I never really thought of it as just a grandpa and a grandson. I saw it as a friendship, a friendship where we would stay up late playing board games together. I always regret never knowing him more, truely understanding him. I cry knowing I will never again get to talk with him. His eventual death shattered my innocence when it came to how I viewed other people and how I relate to them. I never again blindly interacted with them and have always overthought every encounter. Often this leaves me wondering the true nature of others through their actions. Many times people who I was friendly with have their image withered in my mind. It has led to me distancing myself from everyone I know friends, family, and even my gf. I lie awake at night not knowing how I will see others the next day but knowing that the 1 man who I will always see the same is my grandpa.

I lost my kitty a month ago. He was my best friend. He came to me when I had the most challenging time in my life, suffering from significant anxiety and depression, failed several classes at uni and my mom was diagnosed with cancer. Then suddenly, he visited our garden, limping, with several scars over him and missing fur. We immediately rushed to him to give him food and water, that's how our friendship began. The kitty started to visit us every day, until the little visitor became a guest and a family member. It was incredible to see him open up and he became the friendliest, kindest and most loving cat I ever had. During that time of my life, I developed health anxiety, panic attacks that sent me to hospital thinking it was heart attack, and quit uni due to mental health reasons and to take care of my mom in case her illness become more dangerous. In the meantime, the tumor turned out to be benign fortunately, but my panic attacks didn't went away and he was my only source of support. Every time I couldn't breathe and thought I was gonna die, my boy just jumped in my bed and I stroked his fur gently for hours, until somebody from my family came home. He comforted me when I was anxious, never bit or claw me and always slept next to my bed. His name was Frici. Over time, he wasn't Frici the cat, just simply Frici, although I used to call him other silly names like goodest boy, and when I called him like that, he just lifted his head proudly as if he understood. It clearly meant something for him. He was with me during the most important parts of my life, when I got my first job and started taking up painting and drawing again. When we stayed up till midnight and he was in my room during winter, I used to listen to this playlist while sculpting and Frici would just lay on his blanket he claimed and watch over me with his gentle eyes. He died in my arms, nearly a year after we adopted him. After he died, I just lost my sense of reality, as if I couldn't believe that happened. A week ago, he was fine and now he is dead... I still couldn't let him go, and I don't think I ever will. When I came home after being away for a week, I still saw his little white hair everywhere and just broke down crying like a baby. It hurts. Knowing he is not at the door, but still hoping he is waiting for me, even through it is impossible, I feel so lost and broken. To think back, he was the only thing keeping me alive, taking care of him gave me such a comfort and motivation to continue on I never thought could exist. Hell I want to go so hard back in time telling him I love him and just pet him again. We have been through so much shit together, and I just don't know what to do without him. I miss you Frici. You are the best boy.

I snuck out a few years ago and met with my best friend. We ran away together and watched the stars for hours. It was freezing but I was high on adrenaline. We laughed together on the grass and told stories while looking at the stars. They looked so beautiful. She walked me home and neither of us got caught by our parents. I’ve loved that night and I think about it almost everyday it was so magical. We always said we’d sneak out again and go back to that park but we never did. It’s been two years since she died and I never went near that park until recently. I went in the dead of night and sat there looking at the same stars we did all those years ago. They were still there but she wasn’t. I guess I can only hope she was watching them with me. I can’t wait for the day we finally star gaze there again.

It was one of those nights. Walked out into my school's courtyard after showing new parents around the school. Warm air, 8 pm, June. The clouds were floating with no remorse of existence. The day was tiring. Exhausting. Draining. But when I walked out of the cold, menacing corridor into the fresh, still air, I felt the most content I have been in a while. Teenagers. Laughing, giggling, talking freely to their friends on benches. I walk up to my friends, who are all worry free. They are playing songs on the guitar and singing quietly. I join in. Dare I say it was the most peaceful I have ever been. It was quiet. Still. Yet lively. Something inside me clicked and I turned off. I became myself. For that hour. I became more myself than I have ever been. You could touch the sky. Feel the clouds. Everything was like in a Polaroid. Those ones that you see on Pinterest, just to realise that surely can never be you. But it was. For those moments it was me. It was us. And let me tell you. I was happy.

100 reasons to stay alive: 1. to make your parents proud 2. to conquer your fears 3. to see your family again 4. to see your favourite artist live 5. to listen to music again 6. to experience a new culture 7. to make new friends 8. to inspire 9. to have your own children 10. to adopt your own pet 11. to make yourself proud 12. to meet your idols 13. to laugh until you cry 14. to feel tears of happiness 15. to eat your favourite food 16. to see your siblings grow 17. to pass school 18. to get a tattoo 19. to smile until your cheeks hurt 20. to meet your internet friends 21. to find someone who loves you like you deserve 22. to eat ice cream on a hot day 23. to drink hot chocolate on a cold day 24. to see untouched snow in the morning 25. to see a sunset that sets the sky on fire 26. to see stars light up the sky 27. to read a book that changes your life 28. to see the flowers in the spring 29. to see the leaves change from green to brown 30. to travel abroad 31. to learn a new language 32. to learn to draw 33. to tell others your story in the hopes of helping them 34. Puppy kisses. 35. Baby kisses (the open mouthed kind when they smack their lips on your cheek). 36. Swear words and the release you feel when you say them. 37. Trampolines. 38. Ice cream. 39. Stargazing. 40. Cloud watching. 41. Taking a shower and then sleeping in clean sheets. 42. Receiving thoughtful gifts. 43. “I saw this and thought of you." 44. The feeling you get when someone you love says, “I love you." 45. The relief you feel after crying. 46. Sunshine. 47. The feeling you get when someone is listening to you/giving you their full attention. 48. Your future wedding. 49. Your favorite candy bar. 50. New clothes. 51. Witty puns. 52. Really good bread. 53. Holding your child in your arms for the first time. 54. Completing a milestone (aka going to college, graduating college, getting married, getting your dream job.) 55. The kind of dreams where you wake up and can’t stop smiling. 56. The smell before and after it rains 57. The sound of rain against a rooftop. 58. The feeling you get when you’re dancing. 59. The person (or people) that mean the most to you. Stay alive for them. 60. Trying out new recipes. 61. The feeling you get when your favorite song comes on the radio. 62. The rush you get when you step onto a stage. 63. You have to share your voice and talents and knowledge with the world because they are so valuable. 64.Breakfast in bed. 65. Getting a middle seat in the movie theater. 66. Breakfast for dinner (because it’s so much better at night than in the morning). 67. Pray (if you are religious) 68. Forgiveness. 69. Water balloon fights. 70. New books by your favorite authors. 71. Fireflies. 72. Birthdays. 73. Realizing that someone loves you. 74. Spending the day with someone you adore 75. Finding a happy place. 76. Meeting internet friends irl. 77. Laughing so hard that you cry. 78. Your pet would miss you. Don’t abandon them. 79. Rewatching your favourite childhood movies. 80. Warm showers. 81. Reading a life-changing book. 82. Getting lost in a library. 83. Inspiring someone. 84. Happy, cozy holidays. 85. Being wrapped up in a warm bed. 86. Someone’s skin against yours. 87. Holding hands. 88. The kind of hugs when you can feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders. The kind of hug where your breath syncs with the other person’s, and you feel like the only two people in the world. 89. Singing off key with your best friends. 90. Road trips. 91. Spontaneous adventures. 92. The feeling of sand beneath your toes. 93. The feeling when the first ocean wave rolls up and envelops your toes and ankles and knees. 94. Thunderstorms. 95. Your first (or hundredth) trip to Disneyland. 96. The taste of your favorite food. 97. The child-like feeling you get on Christmas morning. 98. The day when everything finally goes your way. 99. Compliments and praise. 100. to look on this moment in 10 years time and realize you did it.

I'm so glad i made it. Listening to this takes me back to those nights. But it also makes me realize i made it and i got through it and now i am fucking happy. Life is a wonderful gift and worth every second. Come bad times, come good times, all shape us and make us who we are. Honestly i am just glad to be here. The mix is beautiful and so are you.

It sucks when at the end of the day you wanna share everything that happened or you felt, but you have no one to talk to. What's the point of having everything you ever wanted if you don't have anyone to come home to and share your laughs and tears, your hardwork, your everything?

I’m sitting on the roof of an abandoned Papa Johns pizza house right now, in the middle of rural Mississippi, there’s a full moon out, and the wind is moving the clouds by fast, and it appears as if the moon is flickering, waving to me. To really show me that the universe is of an infinite scale, and that we’re all just specks of dust, drifting in the cosmic breeze of the abyss, I ponder why we exist, why we were Created. I come back to my senses and as I open this bottle of whiskey I brought with me, I feel as if I’m truly free, with nothing holding me back. I will stay here on top of this Papa Johns for a while, and I would like to say one thing to you, the phrase of a man I dearly love, “Better ingredients, better pizza”

Those nights when you just keep staring at the bright stars , you are excited but Lonely, you see a shooting star go by your peripheral vision, but you're too tired to wish anything, you just want to keep staring, until someone gives you a hand, but you are alone, lonely in this vast ocean of stars.

Adulting is hard. Being alone is hard. Fending for yourself is hard. Never succeeding is hard. Always being the worst is hard. Being happy is hard. Life is hard, but I will keep trying. And I hope you do too.

I was once with this girl named Katie about 5 years ago. She was blind and I absolutely loved her. She never saw me but could still love me for who I was as a person. That's the only thing she can go off of. I was her first and last boyfriend. She died in a surgery that was destined to fail. The last thing she ever told me was I was the most beautiful thing she ever heard, she said she loved me and if the surgery fails find someone else. Of course when she is telling me this I am crying my eyes out. I never wanted to let her go ever, but fate had other plans unfortunately. I am still looking for another lover.

Another weekend. Another night I see pictures of my friends that I have been talking to all week. They are going out having a good time. I’m not there, I wasn’t invited. Now I sit on my bed watch my show and go downstairs for food. I see my mom and my stepdad. I don’t think I like them. I realize I’m not hungry. Why did I come downstairs? I don’t know I pet my cat and go to my bed again. I’m sad. I go back downstairs. I say its for food but its an excuse I just want somebody to see that I’m alive this evening. I go to my sister’s room. Shes not there. I realize shes at a party with her friends as she always is. I go back in bed and find this video. I read a few comments one made me cry. It felt good I feel understood and not alone. I feel like expressing what I feel in a small little story. Hi this is me and I’m not alone just like you are not alone. Edit: thank you all so much for the kind messages i still read them everytime and they make me feel accepted. Update to my life if anyone was curious: I have distaced myself from my mother and I soon realized she was manipulating me in thinking ways I didn't want to think. I started to think more for myself and I was making my own decisions. After that I decided I wanted to take medication for my focussing problem. It is working to get my school grades back together and I'm regaining friends. We only hang out once every month, but because I also started streaming on twitch and get to talk to people there I don't really feel as lonely as I used to do. Still even after all that I keep this little story of me up, because whenever I feel down I read the comments and I feel a lot better again. If I can do it you can do it too! Be your own person.

Seeing everyone share their stories here in company of such melodies of the night made me also want to let a story of mine out there so, what the hell, here it goes: Summer of 22', it was my first time in a summer camp of sorts, I was 15 at the time. I was sort of forced by my parents to go, since until that point I just was the kind of person that just didn't like going out that much. Looking back on it, I'm extremely glad they took me there, since it just kinda opened up my eyes and made me see there was much, much more to life other than being at home all day. Now with that being out of the way, let's start. I've always been the quiet person that keeps to themselves most of the time, so when it came to meeting new people, it was usually just them who would walk up to me and talk. I don't have problems when it comes to socializing, but I'm just sort of shy to put it in a way. 3 days into that camp, I was sitting alone in a bench with my thoughts, looking into the sky or blankly into the horizon when I heard a girl from a bench next to where I was sitting say hi to me. I replied, we started having a little chit-chat, then she came over to sit in the bench I was at, and we just spent what felt like hours knowing each other and such. She was really cool in ways I cannot seem to be able to describe, she just had "that feeling. She brought her Spanish playing cards, she taught me to play some games, I taught her how to play Blackjack in a rudimentary fashion with those cards. I ended up introducing her into a group of 2 other guys I met while I was there. We all had something in common, which was that every single one of us came into that camp alone. Since almost everyone that went to these type of camps did it with friends and such, we all felt a relief of not being alone and after that, the camp had become something deep down I was hoping it wouldn't end. We all we're from different points of Spain (except her and other friend who happened to live in the same city as her). When it came the time to go, we all gave each other our numbers and went our separate ways. A few days later, she along with the other fellas texted me. Now, about "that feeling" she gave off in the camp, she also did with text messages. We just started texting each other almost every night during the summer, talked about life, travel (she was big into travelling) and other daily life stuff. I hold the memories of those nights very dearly as something i'd do was arrive home after skating classes i was recently enrolled into, boot up my laptop and sit on the balcony table and talk with her, sometimes until 2 am. It was amazing. Now, fast-forward towards december-february, after texting each other for so many months, i guess i started to develop feelings for her. I told myself "She lives in the other side of the country, what is exactly your plan here genius?" Well, i just kept it to myself waiting to find a moment where by some chance we could see each other face to face, whether it'd be if we went to another summer camp together again, she was visiting the town i lived in by some reason or vice versa. Telling her what i was feeling through text didn't convince me at all. I guess I'm just an old school kind of guy or something, i don't really know. So now we go to September of this year, one sunday at 5:30 pm she sent a weird text in 4 different languages for some reason, jokingly i replied "I'm going to decipher this one way or another". She replied "You better search well haha". It was the last words i've read from her ever since. After that, at 5:40 or so my messages didn't get delivered to her, which i brushed off, she didn't reply during the following days. Her WhatsApp pfp was gone, which was when i started to worry and after tying 2 and 2 together, i realized she had blocked me. Took me 1 week to realize. It was devastating, since one of my biggest fears, which have even presented themselves in nightmares, is being left alone by the people i love/hold close to me. Just like that, she was out of my life in the blink of an eye. All i wonder to this day is Why? She never had given any clue that could be tied to this. I may not know for now what exactly happened, but i don't assume It's anything good, since the traductions of the message were just a lot of elaborate insults. I still hold a small hope that we'll contact each other again, but i know it's not gonna happen. Thanks for reading whatever this is! Hope you're doing good and wish you all the best.

Nights are the universe lying bare and naked, not everyone can embrace them in their true magnificence.

„Melancholy is the happiness of being sad“ - Victor Hugo

Tomorrow is my best friend's birthday. We were in a relationship but are currently on break because of some external and one or two internal issues. We're currently in high school and I don't have a job cause of school, so I went to the gas station and bought her a pack of m&ms since chocolate is her favorite candy. Everything in this story might seem like its fine, but yet I'm here, sad, tired, wanting to start over. She has always been the flirty type of girl, but the past two weeks once we went on break she has constantly been with this one guy and whenever we could be talking together she is always flirting with him instead or she is on her phone. These past few days have been horrible for me as I have been feeling heartbroken and alone, constantly feeling like I have lost her. Tomorrow is also the last day before exams and Christmas break, and since her parents don't allow her to date we won't see each other again till January. To whoever might read this in the future, and wonder what happened to us, or maybe you are feeling the same way I am, thank you for taking the time to read this random dude vent on the internet. You are awesome and I love you. Take care.

It’s 4:36 AM, hadn’t had sleep in three days, life is beautifull, enjoy it, and now my watch begins, goodbye ❤

I’ve been at college for almost two months now and the feels are starting to catch up to me. Struggling to get work done, making time for new friends who are great but require more time as well, the social scene, how much I miss my family and pets, and of course, being hopelessly in love with a girl who I really love to be around yet can’t make the right words come out of my mouth. It’s just one of those nights tonight, if anyone scrolling through wants to talk, all you need to do is reply

this is like nostalgia for a place youve never been to before

My favorite word is the German word "sehnsucht". It refers to a specific kind of longing or yearning, something wistful and melancholic.

Its one of those nights! I'm laying in bed on an oil rig in the middle of the North Sea and I haven't seen my family for 4 weeks now. I missed my 6-year-old twins birthday, again. I hope what I'm doing is worth it..

There shouldn’t be ads on this. I’m high as hell and trying to get in my feels and all of a sudden I start jamming to the music on a car insurance ad lmao

I really hope everyone who wants to stargaze gets the opportunity to. I live in the forest, 20 miles from one city and 60 miles from the next, so I’m lucky enough to see the stars each night, the whole Milky Way, and I wish I could just share that with everyone

I want to give everyone in the comments a hug.

Last year I get to know this beautiful girl. We had exactly the same interests and the same view on so many things … we just matched. I can still clearly remember the first time I saw her. After that we spent more time together and every time it was something special. Spending time with her was so good it felt like I was dreaming. For me it was something very special because I never had good friends or a girlfriend. And maybe because of that I catched really strong feelings for her. For the first time I had someone I could talk to about everything. I wanted to tell her about my feelings but I was too afraid that this might ruin our friendship, so I didn‘t say anything. Now she has another Boyfriend and we haven’t talked to each other in 7 months. The time I spent with her was the best of my life. To me it feels like a heartbreaking breakup even though she was never mine. And now I’m all alone again. Thank you very much if you read all this. Felt like I finally got someone to talk to about it ❤️ (And sorry for my English)

There was a moment in time where I was helping my best friend move across the country. We drove through 9 different states. It was the most exhilarating week of my life. Those moments we drove through the night in the hills with nothing but the stars surrounding us, through two lane roads with beautiful trees on both sides of us, on single lane roads while it was raining. Seeing him sleep in the passenger seat with playlists like this one playing. It was beautiful. I wish I could do it again.

I was once homeless in the winter and one of the best days of my life was spent with this older woman in her 50s, and 2 older men sitting on a bench outside of a laundry mat all day. It was cold but the sun peeked out, a random woman bought us subs for lunch(my fav) and we had enough coins for ginger ale in the laundry mat vending machine. We just sat and laughed about random things all day long. It was peaceful and for once I had nothing to worry about. Not family, not bills, not anything. We just laughed and laughed. I was 25. I’m 29 now in a different state, living in my own house with a successful career. She’s dead. I don’t know what happened to the two guys. I have everything to worry about. Is it strange to say I miss it? Not being homeless or poor exactly. Just the freedom, the laughter, the peace. It was the best day of my life

I loved this girl. She brought me joy, tears, memories, and eventually heart break. She was one the only girls to ever meet me parents (I usually brought home troublesome girls who I was with the night before). I went to her house one night, we got high, we laughed, watched movies, and eventually she told me she had feelings for me. I held onto her tight. I never wanted to let go. That night replays in my head over and over again, wishing I could go back to it. We moved things slow. She was house sitting one night for a family friend, so I went and gave her company. She met my parents that night. We watched That 70's Show, I cooked for her, it was magical. Like I said, we moved things slow, so when I left, we had our first kiss. It was angelic. I went home, said goodnight to her, and fell asleep. I woke up at 2am to find she was throwing a party. I called her over and over again, but when the phone finally answered, it wasnt her. "Yeah, shes busy with Andrew. Locked the door haha sorry mate". I cried myself to sleep. I cried for days on end, wondering what was wrong with me. I started to write songs about her, I started to get more and more into music, but also drugs. Its funny to think she left a long time ago but is still killing me slowly.

I've been drawing while listening to these kinds of playlists on KZfaq and they've really helped me get in the mood when making dark post-apocalyptic scifantasy content. I also just started reading the comments and... goddamn... This place seems to have become something quite special, and I'm glad I happened upon it.

These nights have become more and more frequent for me, and they serve as an escape from reality. I love them so much.

Damn. Really realising that there are loads of other people who have "one of those nights". Never actually felt so connected, confused and comforted in my life. Thanks guys

im in this weird mood where everything is going okay while falling apart at the same time

“I’ll never get mad at you” she said

I had to watch my grandfather die. He had always thought me great things and he knew I would be successful and he also believed in me and raised me when my parents didn’t. I was staying over at his and my grandmas place and I woke up to my grandma screaming. I walk out of the guest room and he’s on the floor. I was only 7 and I couldn’t tell what was happening but I know now he had a heart attack. I could only stand there and watch as the one who cared for me most was taken from this world. His funeral was the last time I cried. I can’t shed another tear. I live to be what he expected of me, I live to be like him. Death is not the opposite of life, it’s merely a part of it. Learning that helped me become who I am now. Rest in piece grandpa Gary, you may be gone but not forgotten.

It's one of those nights. Your life doesn't seem to be going the way you wanted it to when you were a kid. That one person you were so sure was the one is long gone. You haven't talked to what little lingering highschool friends you have on your phone in a few weeks. You'd bug them, now, if you texted anyway. You're trying your best to smile and take it all in stride. You do your best to assure yourself that things will get better if you just wait a little longer. You do your best to convince yourself to push forward, even if it hurts. But, as you peer out into the star-speckled midnight sky and wonder if anything you do actually matters, you realize that you're a terrible liar. But, you do your best to smile anyway. Because smiling is all that we can do. You don't want to cry right now. Your family might hear you. You take another drag of a cigarette that's almost burned to the filter, and watch, unfocused, as the smoke disappears with the breeze. It's one of those nights.

KZfaq Recommendations really out did itself this time, it is exactly one of those nights. I'm laying in bed right now, and this is exactly what i needed.

I used to have a lot of these nights - after all, they become almost inevitable once you’re consistently running on fewer than three hours of sleep because of how screwed up your emotions become. Thinking about life and death, the future and the past, hatred and love, etc became almost a nightly routine in which I would lose sight of myself and what few ambitions I did have at the time in favor of repeatedly chastising myself over my frankly egregious number of shortcomings and failures. I would try to paint a bleakly positive life for myself in which I could imagine some other version of myself being happy. Sometimes, I would get lucky and would manage to see the worth in pushing through the overwhelmingly crushing monotony that was my life. Most of the time, though, I would just end up as a defeated lump curled up beneath a blanket, afraid to experience reality again the next day. This was especially the case not even a year ago; when my depression became life threatening. Those hopeful glimmers in my future became harder to see, even if I knew they were there; my friendships, although healthy, were not strong; I felt as though I could not experience compassion or find companionship despite the fact (and in retrospect, possibly because of the fact) that I had been in a relationship for over two years not too long ago. I was like a pawn in my own game of chess, being controlled by someone’s conscious that wasn’t quite mine, being pushed into the enemy’s front lines with the hopes of at least becoming something akin to a knight - a piece with at least some value. These nights are dangerous ground to tread. It is far too easy to see the bleak and sometimes horrific possibilities of the future when pondering one’s unfortunately melancholic existence. Perhaps it is too easy to see the bliss of nonexistence as well. What I’ve discovered, though, is that these nights can also be beautiful and hopeful. I’ve now been on antidepressants and sleep pills for roughly a year, and these nights have since transformed from providing a destructive image of myself to a cautiously optimistic vision of my life. No, I do not believe that my life will be extraordinary. No, I don’t believe that I will look back at my life with full content. No, I do not believe what I will do will be particularly impactful or fulfilling. But, yes, I do believe I will *have* one, and that counts for something, even if that something may be small. Experiencing “those nights” has shifted from a frightening confrontation with the worst parts of myself to a tentative glance around the corner at what I could become. A change that I believe is beautiful. I’m not entirely sure why I decided to write this, nor do I feel like listing any of the few possible reasons. In any case, I appreciate your attention and gently remind you that, when you’re sitting alone on your bed with nothing but morbid thoughts to keep you company, the future can look terrifying. And it is scary. But it can be done. Perhaps confronting it simply isn’t worth it to you, that is completely understandable, and I mean that. But before any possibly rash decisions are made, remember that even though not everybody can successfully take the future on, one ability every single person has is to try. And that it might end up being worth the time in the end after all.

I normally try to come back to this video and leave a comment once a year to share my story, and also to see how far I've come, and how things have changed for me. But this time....this times a bit different... In the past I have shared my sorrows, and struggles with life and depression. But something I left out was on my main beacons of light to kept me pushing forwards, and fighting....and that was my dog.....Her name was Dolly....and today I had to put her down after 16 years...She was my first dog and I grew up with her....I knew this day would come, but I never wanted it too...I have been beaten and betrayed by people I thought were my friends. Been cheated on, and completely failed at romance. Even had to deal with the deaths of all of my grand parents at an early age....yet nothing, NOTHING has hurt this bad before. I can't even think about her without breaking down. And I can't help but feel I failed her...Now don't get me wrong, me and my family did everything we could to make her life happy and comfortable. But ik I could have done more, I could have done better....no I SHOULD have done better....and now....she's gone. Having her injected at the vet was probably the hardest thing I've ever done. She couldn't walk anymore, and could barely open her eyes, yet when they went to inject her she opened them.....I got to see the life fade from her eyes in real time....I can't even recall any memories of her without breaking down. To top it all off as well in an absolute cruel twist of fate, it's almost my birthday! Really goes to show life has a evil sense of humor... Especially when it felt like I was finally getting back on my feet after all these years. Finally seeing a therapist, opening up to my family about the struggles I've been facing, actually managing to get re accepted back into college and on a full ride no less. Now....now....it all feels so empty. In finally getting up to run and chase life, I left my aging and elderly dog behind. When I should have walked slowly, so I was there for her....But I wasn't, and looking back I can't help but be angry with myself. If only I knew how fleeting our time would be... I would have done so much differently. There's a lot more I wanna say but just can't anymore..... Rest in piece Dolly 08/27/2007 - 04/24/2024 I will never forget you. - G.J.

Do you ever just get to a point where all of this shit feels normal? Like when the lonely turns to sadness, sadness turns to numbness, the numbness turns to normal, and normal is “ok”?

How did we get on this roof? I don’t know, but I like it up here.

Such nights are ones of introspection, reminiscing of the past. To recall better times, to remember happy moments. To desire the irrecoverable. To think about the days when everything was simple. To yearn for memories long since past. Nostalgia.

When I was 10-11 I was on summer break. The weather was so nice and I wanted to just go out but had no real reason too. I also had horrible nightmares, causing me to drown in coffee or caffeine loaded drinks. It was one way I avoided those, but they never really gave me peace and caused me more harm than good. But I remember those nights, the ones where i’d stay up. I remember having my fairy lights on and sitting in bed, on my phone all night long while everyone slept. While the world slept. I remember I would open my window all the way and listen to the crickets and frogs (we have a pond in the back) I would look at the dark but yet light blue sky. Id see one or two stars. But it was so nice. I loved how quiet it was. How warm but yet cool the soft wind was. I loved how still everything was and how the animals outside came to life. I loved how the world was asleep but yet awake at the same time. I miss those nights. I loved them so much. I want them back. I wanna go back to those nights.

Those nights when you want to cry but can’t, so you just exhale deeply and stare at the ceiling

Get comfortable friend, you'll be here awhile

listening to this while sitting completely alone in a Denny’s at 1 in the morning hits different. tonight is so sad and surreal and peaceful all at the same time.

Nights like these are the ones where you feel like you have nothing in you but you want to run around and go past the world you're in. Nights where you can only cry your lungs out but nobody will hear or see you. These nights are when your emotions run wild, all those that have been withheld and shoved deep down. These nights are closure, for what? Only your mind will know, even then, it won't tell you.

Possibly one of the greatest things in this world is just scrolling through these comments. Don't worry, no matter what happens, you'll be okay.

i just want to stargaze alone with someone, and have deep conversations and look eachother in the eyes, yet im just too scared to even try getting there. i don't want to get hurt again

I once sneaked out of my house one night and met up with my friend. We cycled to our school and jumped over the wall. We went to the terrace and had a campfire there. The stairs to the terrace are always locked, but you could climb over the railing and jump to grab that railing and climb in. It was a 5 floor drop if we missed the jump but we were young. Then we gratified the terrace and the back walls of the school ( no one ever goes there ). We went back home, can never forget that night or all the ones after that.

no one: me: visibly sad clorox ad: *violent bass boosted noise*

sometimes night like these are bad, really bad. sometimes they hurt so much. but sometimes these nights are good, they’re exactly what we need. we need a good cry, a good outlet, it’s to help is grow.

For the past few days I have been feeling off.. another year has passed and feel like time is running way to fast for me. I have always been a "small townsperson" and the big city seems to be to big for my small world, everything is at a slower pace when I visit my parents, they live in a smaller town not long away. had to move to the big city because of work, and I am missing them almost everyday, its hard to grow up and being independent. this playlist seems to bring out old feelings from school. having a girlfriend to see everyday and friends to play football with. Had a girlfriend (if u can call it that). lets call it unhappy love, we both liked each other but could never really be together, life was pulling us in each destination. I can really recommend enjoying the time you have with them until its to late, hardly ever seeing her now. I really like this corner of the internet, so many nice comments about their life and struggle, makes me not feeling alone, but understood

"Even though the skies are heavily overcast the Sun hasn't disappeared, its still there on the other side of the clouds. Eckhart Tolle.

I'm honestly so tired of being myself, there's a lot of things i want to do, places i want to visit, memories i want to create, live my dreams, even if they're stupid, i want to live my life at fullest. But i'm such a coward, sometimes i think there's no place for me

A couple autumns ago, my friends and I got together to bake cookies. After putting them in the oven, we went out for a walk. There were five of us and the dog, walking down the street. It was early autumn, still hot and sticky, but with that weird chill that comes at night. I don’t think any of us looked at our phones. We walked to the park by the light of the moon, and when we got there, sat and talked, and played with the dog. Walking home, spread out across the road, unhurried and unworried about any cars, it was a beautiful feeling. Somebody played music, some sort of soft rock, echoing in the background as we talked and laughed. Just thinking about it makes me nostalgic, because I know that once we all go off to college, it’ll never be the same. We’ll go off to our own lives, and forget everything. Our memories, our inside jokes, eachother. And that’s heartbreaking to me.

You truly need to feel really proud for the fact that you've created a playlist for that moments in our lives where we feel the most raw and deep as human beings.

As a 15 yr old who had to leave school because of bad mental health and who lost all of his friends in the process, its playlists/music like this that make me realise that it’s okay to not be okay.