I skipped school after my dad died, the day of the funeral I found was the hardest. he was cremated. his ashes are in a garfield cookie jar. Pitty the first person to try and take a cookie from it.
I am graduating soon, and my father was the one who always wanted to watch me graduate, i learned how hard this is..... how hard it is to even consider walking across the stage after loosing aloved one. to watch my asistant principle hug his daughter has made me cry, i miss him so much..... they werent kidding when they said the pain never goes away
I discovered my friend, Ryan, in the woods with a self-inflicted shotgun wound to the mouth. We formed a search party when we found his suicide note. I'll never forget his brother's screams.
Id offer a hug but one over the internet doesnt work. I will never forget the look on my families face, and or the sound of my mother crying when she thought i couldnt hear. I cant imagine how much worse it could be if they killed themselves. im sorry.
lost 2 good friends of mine within the space of 4 months. the second death hit me like a tonne of bricks being so close to the 1 st one. what sucked most of all was that i would spend most of my time with them both until I got my first job, then got a brain tumour decided to take the plunge off a 14th floor block while the other took the noose to his neck. It was the year 2000 - what a ****en shitty year.
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All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I **** like you wanna ****, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.
I remember when I was 19 I wanted to be a cop or a U.S. Marine, and my Grandma was dead set against it, even crying at the prospect, it wasn't until after she died a while back that I found out why.
Her little brother Cecil was a U.S. Marine in WWII, and he got shot up all to hell, came back to Louisiana and became a drunk to deal with the pain. He eventually became a Deputy Sheriff. One night he responded to a bar fight, and arrested an old man who started it. Back then, they just let drunks sleep it off in a cell, then send them on their way the next day.
Well, about 3 or 4 in the morning, in walks the drunks son with a double barrel shotgun. He walked right up to my Uncle Cecil, placed the gun against his chest, and blew my uncle out of his chair. Dude got like 5 purple hearts and other medals, was a war hero, the Japanese coudln't kill him, but some punk with a shotgun killed him.
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All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I **** like you wanna ****, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not.
grandpaerents, several friends including my roomate, my cat a couple of days ago. anyone i was close to. its just me now.
__________________ "We are turning into a nation of whimpering slaves to Fear—fear of war, fear of poverty, fear of random terrorism, fear of getting down-sized or fired because of the plunging economy, fear of getting evicted for bad debts or suddenly getting locked up in a military detention camp on vague charges of being a Terrorist sympathizer."
-Hunter S. Thompson
—"Extreme Behavior in Aspen," February 3, 2003
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