Ouch!
I used to play a game with some guy friends of mine called 'Tackle Time'
It was like football...only there wasn't a ball. You just ran around and tackled people. :D
Haha exacty, that is my type. And I've always liked guys with like manish faces, or manly features you know. Like I never thought pretty faced boys were attractive. In example, Jack's nose, definitely a manly feature.
You know, it's better that Dan slept with his ex, we never would have work anyway because he doesn't fit the Jack criteria at all! Except for the skinny aspect! hahah
Okay, thanks for the encouragement!
Don't worry, I don't think I can function without stress. Hahah, it's weird but I always have to have a challenge.
I just never expected one like this. :/
Again, have fun at work, I'm going to go do homework after I post.
We did talk every once in a while, and those were the times when I was the happiest, but it just kind of...fell apart for the most part.
I know it sounds weird, or possibly a little rude, but her death has really inspired me. I don't know how to describe it...
Have you heard of the organization 'To Write Love On Her Arms'? They help people with depression and self mutilation and ultimately getting them through their thoughts of suicide. I think that I might write them a letter or an email or something telling them my story and seeing what kinds of things I can do to get involved and help people through, you know?
I want to help people through the kinds of things they're going through, connect with them and make them realize that there is more to life than what seems like at the moment, you know? I don't know, it's still a little fresh.
Anyway, I'll stop rambling but have fun at work!
Hahaha, like that'll happen, huh?
Do you like your job?
Like I just posted in your story comments.
Life decides we need to stop dreaming so it gives us a reminder that we all die at some point.
I've been depressed before too, to the point of cutting even, and that's how I really connected with my friend. We shared those things and helped each other over them. She knew she could talk to me any time she wanted to, but I guess since I had moved across the country she didn't feel that connection anymore and her life was falling apart.
I know there probably wasn't anything I could do to change her already set mind, but it just hurts that she did it.
Some people say taking your own life is the coward's way out, or selfish even. But I understand, I've been down that road a couple times. I've never actually done anything as rash as trying to kill myself, but I thought it over. And, always, when I would get so down, someone would call, tell me they loved me...something to make me realize how much I would hurt them if I died...
I just wish I could've been that reminder for her, you know?
They never learn...