2017-05-24 at 2:42 AM UTC
This reminds me to harass some people I used to know that won't change their phone number. Good friends are hard to come by and when they fuck you, you've got to fuck them even harder. Tit for tat plus a little extra.
2017-05-24 at 2:46 AM UTC
Hydro is making me want breasts and to become a productive member of society.. Wait nevermind lol I'd rather die in a shootout with police
2017-09-24 at 12:44 AM UTC
Shut the fuck up bitch. Kill yourself.
2017-09-24 at 1:51 AM UTC
kroz
weak whyte, frothy cuck, and former twink
Originally posted by hydromorphone
I feel like I've been given another chance for shit to get better.
There was this friend I'd had many, many years ago who was a true-blue friend. He'd helped me in so many ways and had been there for me in my darkest hours. This fucker even saved my life- he doesn't think so, but I know he did. He saved my life when no fucking body else gave two shits or even saw the pain I was in. He was the only person who didn't ignore my cries for help.
I was a dick after that though. I got very scared and had everyone around me whispering in my ears and jumping and had me frightened to maintain cotact- it didn't help I was going through benzo withdrawals either at the time. I thought about this person for fucking years, literally everyday. I knew they were a lot like me, and shared very similar problems and similar ways of reacting. I fucking worried and at times even cried thinking that they probably killed themselves and while thinking that I felt a great deal of guilt. It took me years to finally find them again and get the courage to talk to them once more.
Even talking to them over the years and having this sporadic contact- mostly they pushing me away and being very guarded, a lot of things I wish I'd have said went unsaid. I see more and more now since being in contact again how much we mirror image each other, especially how we feel about ourselves, our self consciousness, and our problems and depression- if anxiety and depression were a flavor of ice cream then we share the same flavor of choco-chronic depression anxious moose-shit Supreme. We have some minor differences, but where it really matters we our one in the same,so much so that it's crazy to think two people could have so much in common.
It took a really screwed up time, where shit really got bad and he almost threw it away permanently, but some good seemed to have come from it and I've gotten to say the things I left unsaid for so many years. I don't expect things to be peaches n' creme from here on out, but I really do see things getting better because I think we have a lot better idea how to help each other through all this shit,but we're too fucked to be able to actually use that sense on ourselves alone.
I've always had so many doubts and worries when I'd see things start to get better or look liked they'd be better, but for the first time I don't have that. It's like something lining up inside of me and I "know" over time it's only going to get better and this is the path I should have been on all along…
you're like the worst parent ever.
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2017-09-24 at 1:58 AM UTC
eat shit you dumb autistic cunt, stuff it up your vagina too. you're a worthless retard with a gay T-PAIN addiction and a misbreeded child
2017-09-24 at 2:19 AM UTC
fucking brain damaged cocksucker^
2017-09-24 at 3:56 AM UTC
ill eat your little white lies ;( </3
