This feels like when your in your room on a Friday after school alone in your bedroom with dim lighting and a musty hot room while being on your bed forgetting that you exist. Idk just vibe 🤷♂️
This song helps me cope. Recently my Great Grandmother got Diagnosed with Dementia and life has just sucked she's my only Great left and I haven't met her yet...
Hey keelan just finished work sorry for late reply I was wrecked yesterday and went straight to sleep. I was thinking about us,and Friday was good,your a lovely guy!. Had a great date. you done nothing wrong so please don’t think that, but I’m just not ready for more than friendship. Sorry. And now I’m here
When you win the battle, but at the cost of your life. You have sacrificed yourself for the greater good of the earth as you run straight into the gunfire to take out the main trench
"He's gone, Dave." My knees gave out and I dropped the phone as I fell to my bedroom floor, covering my face with my hands as I began to cry. He was gone. The shy young man who had offered me an apple upon our first introduction at Seattle was gone. My quiet, introverted roommate who I'd shared a tiny little apartment with in Olympia was gone. The loving father who played with his beautiful baby daughter backstage every night before each show was gone. I was overcome with a more profound sadness than I had ever imagined. I couldn't speak. I couldn't think. I couldn't stand. I couldn't breathe. I could only picture his face, knowing that I would never see him again. I would never see his strange, flat fingers, or his skinny elbows, or his piercing blue eyes. Because he was gone. Forever. Moments later, the phone rang again. Still on the floor, i answered, barely able to speak through the tears and hyperventilation. "Hold on.. He's not dead. He's still alive.."
Sitting on my bed while thinking back at the day and the anxiety that I felt the whole time, wondering why I can't do things without the fear of messing up. Wondering why my thoughts aren't my own.
for me it feels like finally feeling safe and somewhat happy...but realising what you lost on the way, what you missed out on, all the pain you endured
The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: if someone yells “stop!”, goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas . Sixth rule: the fights are bare knuckle. No shirt, no shoes, no weapons. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight.”
