I recognize myself as dean as I feel like that I hate what I see in the mirror I hate myself more than anyone else I at times think I wish I couldn't feel anything at all
I can't believe the episode Heart wasn't on this list. When Madison asks Sam to kill her and Dean offers to do it for him knowing he already lost Jessica. Sam tearfully saying that he has yo do it. Then seeing a single tear roll down Deans face before jumping to the sound of the shot. That episode made me ugly cry.
If mary never died that night , she would be prefect mom for the boys , she wasn't that bad either, she was dean in 33 years and when she came back her sons were adults, she was working with the British man of letters because she want sam and dean to live in peace and do not hunting, i think she wasn't a bad mom , in the end dean said that "MY MOM WAS MY HERO AND IM GONNA MISS HER IN EVERY SECOND OF MY LIFE "
Jensen made Dean who he is in this way that nobody could have ever done except Jensen. I can’t wait to see the next role that lets him create a character that we love as we have Dean. Love Jensen as an actor that shows his layers of a character again. From a true fan I can’t wait to say again look at how great of an actor he is!
I despise the person I've become, And loathe the darkness within my heart. Detest the pain that consumes my soul, The turmoil I suppress to not fall apart. Ignored by others, yet craving solitude, Overwhelmed by self-hatred, my constant mood. This void in my soul, sadness in my eyes, Pain that courses through, masked by lies. Exhausted from the constant fight, The relentless thoughts, a ceaseless plight. All I seek is peace in sleep, An escape from existence, solace deep. I've become my worst enemy, My source of poison, my personal demon to see. No one could hate me more than I do, This self-loathing is the truest view. In the darkness, I wander alone, Haunted by memories, by shadows grown. The past is a ghost that I cannot escape, A constant reminder of every mistake. My mind is a battlefield, worn and scarred, With every thought, another yard. The silence screams, the quiet cries, In this torment, my spirit dies. I long for days when I felt whole, Before the darkness swallowed my soul. When laughter was genuine, and joy was real, Now it's just numbness, that's all I feel. If only you could see the depth of my pain, The storms within, the constant rain. The weight of sorrow that I carry each day, The hope that somehow, it will all fade away. But hope is a whisper, a distant song, In a world where I feel I don't belong. The nights are long, and the days are bleak, And every breath feels so weak. I despise the reflection staring back at me, A reminder of the person I can never be. I loathe the smile that I force to appear, To hide the truth, to mask the fear. In the mirror, I see a stranger's face, Lost in time, in a desolate place. The eyes that once sparkled with light, Now only show the endless night. I've become my own worst enemy, My source of poison, my personal demon to see. No one could hate me as much as I do, This self-loathing, my perpetual view. In the end, I am but a broken shell, Trapped in this self-created hell. Yearning for peace, for a final release, For the day when this torment will cease. Until then, I fight this silent war, Battling demons behind closed doors. Hoping one day, I'll find the key, To unlock the chains and set myself free.
Who ever reads this , ur a good person , uve been through a lot off shit , that doesnt make u less than ur worth , ur great and u deserve the best to happen to u , the only fact ur hurt means u care more than anyone else
"How can you care so little about yourself " For me it's because everyone who ever said they loved me showed they didn't care at all. So if everyone feels that way about me, why shouldn't I get in line with them?? Time an time again I tried to love and be a great guy. It always backfires, and I end up alone and broken.
"Complicated upbringing?" COMPLICATED??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? That's the understatement of the universe my guy. That's like saying Niagara Falls is a little wet. Love the video. Thanks.
Im sorry. Carl said i would see u again. I was 5 im sorry i didnt say that last time. I think im old enuf. I can see it in ur acting. Not ur little brothers. I still remember the problem. But i got a few tricks extra as ive grown. Ur catholic right? The larger one? Each time i get closer to going home i can feel u pulling me back like a ghost trying to reach 4 me. But take me under. Well i live in swing-set 33. A state within the 50 stares at this time. Secret. Under a different name. Mark.. Would u like to talk. Like u would at the vatican. There is only 1 question u have asked. They sent me the form. That i cannot answer. I didnt answer but say to 1 question. I wanna help.. I read cþeach question with a cross to my lips then 1 in my mouth. Im so sorry u went thru that with arista for me. I throw up still. By the read. I burnt the questions. But i have questions 2. But i remember more of how to answer mine like a bishop but prest when i ask u in person so dont practic by butter up charlie. I dont really like him. Strange man. I have questions but i have answrrs more. Related to what urs are. 2 æ. But 1 question is general like a bible like question. Thats it. The rest of what i would say or ask.. Is unrealated to anything but nornal life as who u are and who i might be sparingly. I might ask 4 a soda in return. Or a ride. But that is all. So dont call my lawyer. I dont have one. I freemasonlance. As i use to im told. But i am greek. I dont like woman. And i can read hands when not provolked or just curious. But wont read unwashed hands seeking to hide the truth. Or any that has touched a woman at all in any way. 3 weeks. Im sorry. My problem or curse is my teerh start hurting and i feel them. Then needles then blood drips from my nose or eyes or ears or in my lungs. Im jus not receptave. To a womans or guirles touch. I hate it in all god honest. It is my worst sin. And my sin i wont try to correct. I kno i am. That hate made me who i am. And strong enuf to say so. And be like so. So rules hav all been stated. Its not a date. But would u like to speak? (Or talk about the previous topic) ir just test me on what i have said. Again no women. And nothing by force. Unless u kno how to pull out a duggens cross from under my skin without cutting me. I leave my pain with u. I breathe.
