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It really sucks not being able to be around my friends. I got invited out to a club for tomorrow, but I don't think I want to go, I doesn't sound like my "scene." Whatever.
My pets are being retarded nad sleeping forever and not wanting to get up, and so I never play w/ them anymore. They got used to Sam awaking them up later than usual, so now they are stuck in that schedule.
They changed Sam's schedule and attached him to 4th ID for a month and now he works from 10pm to 6am and I usually work until 9pm or later every night. I'm asleep when he gets home, and he's asleep when I get up and leave for work, nice huh? He's also gotta be deployed again in January.
My Grandpa died a couple of weeks ago, and it tore me up inside. I had to rebuild everything from the ground up. I'm not exaggerating I literally collapsed on the ground when it happened, and then had to be strong to take care of all of my cousins ranging in ages from 12-1 1/2, that was fun as well. It was the most peaceful death I had ever heard of or witnessed, yes I was in the room when he died. He died in his house that he built from the ground up, and he died happy. But it still hurt, felt like I got hit by a truck.
So when I read people's journals about wanting to die, it's really fucked up b/c you guys all have a god damn choice, he didn't. Wake up and fucking realize that things aren't that fucking bad. You should sit there and hear the doctors tell you that you have lung cancer with tumors forming all over your lungs, back and legs, you got emphaseyma, and numerous other things wrong and they don't have any cure or anything to help you. You sit there on your death bed to weak to hold up the phone and say "I love yo" to your fucking grandkids and then you can tell me you wish you would die. You can then CHOOSE to live or die. Other than that shut the fuck up. I know things get bad, hell I experienced lots of fucked up things that made me want to die too, but I don't dwell on them every fucking day. I have realized that I need to move the fuck on and get over it. It's not as bad as you think. Be strong. A 73 year old dying man will fight to see his grandkids every year, to spend another week with them or have a conversation on the phone, but some people will just give up.............. I just don't get it anymore... I'm not saying all this to be talking shit or to be mean, but it's all true.
I work every night of the week and then have a shit load of stuff to do on the weekends so I never have anytime to myself to sit and message anyone or anything. You guys need to email me or something. You should have my email.
My pets are being retarded nad sleeping forever and not wanting to get up, and so I never play w/ them anymore. They got used to Sam awaking them up later than usual, so now they are stuck in that schedule.
They changed Sam's schedule and attached him to 4th ID for a month and now he works from 10pm to 6am and I usually work until 9pm or later every night. I'm asleep when he gets home, and he's asleep when I get up and leave for work, nice huh? He's also gotta be deployed again in January.
My Grandpa died a couple of weeks ago, and it tore me up inside. I had to rebuild everything from the ground up. I'm not exaggerating I literally collapsed on the ground when it happened, and then had to be strong to take care of all of my cousins ranging in ages from 12-1 1/2, that was fun as well. It was the most peaceful death I had ever heard of or witnessed, yes I was in the room when he died. He died in his house that he built from the ground up, and he died happy. But it still hurt, felt like I got hit by a truck.
So when I read people's journals about wanting to die, it's really fucked up b/c you guys all have a god damn choice, he didn't. Wake up and fucking realize that things aren't that fucking bad. You should sit there and hear the doctors tell you that you have lung cancer with tumors forming all over your lungs, back and legs, you got emphaseyma, and numerous other things wrong and they don't have any cure or anything to help you. You sit there on your death bed to weak to hold up the phone and say "I love yo" to your fucking grandkids and then you can tell me you wish you would die. You can then CHOOSE to live or die. Other than that shut the fuck up. I know things get bad, hell I experienced lots of fucked up things that made me want to die too, but I don't dwell on them every fucking day. I have realized that I need to move the fuck on and get over it. It's not as bad as you think. Be strong. A 73 year old dying man will fight to see his grandkids every year, to spend another week with them or have a conversation on the phone, but some people will just give up.............. I just don't get it anymore... I'm not saying all this to be talking shit or to be mean, but it's all true.
I work every night of the week and then have a shit load of stuff to do on the weekends so I never have anytime to myself to sit and message anyone or anything. You guys need to email me or something. You should have my email.