Quotes added on Saturday, July 13 2013
seeing as im following birthday
tradition, im gonna stay up all night. mostly on facebook, making
my new story here, aaaaand editing a video for youtube. sooooo
here's the beginning of my story.
"Steve. Yo, Stevey, wake up dude." I heard a voice said as I woke up. My eyes had to adjust for the unwelcomed sun shining brightly throught the windows. When I looked up to put a face to the previously disembodied voice, I saw it was Mike. I had known him since 2nd grade, all the way till now at the old age of 38.
"Dude, Steve, get ahold of yourself," he said in his thick british accent. "It's been 7 years. You've got to get over it man. Get out, get a job, do something."
As soon as he said 7 years, it gave me a flashback.
"Daddy, daddy, you're home!" my little girl emilie said, running up to me with a big hug to follow. I picked her up and hugged her properly. While still carrying Emilie, I went up to my wife and kissed her. I had just gotten back from a recent deployment to some sh.thole in the middle-east. I was glad to be home. Then, two weeks later, I came home from getting groceries for my then pregnant wife. When I arrived, there was a thick web of yellow crime scene tape surrounding my house. A police officer came up to me and asked,
"who are you sir?"
"Steve. Steve Whitticker. I live here. Whats going on?" i asked, fearing the worst. a lump slid down my throat as i tried to hold myself together.
"May i ask where you were, steve?"
"The gorcery store, you can even check my car. now where is my wife and kids?"
"I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, sir, but.. your wife and daughter were killed."
"Daughter and son," I croaked. "My wife was 6 weeks pregnant."
and all of that brings me to where i am today. a man, so distraught by his own wife and kids' deaths, that still, seven years later he cant even stop crying himself to sleep at night. A man who was once a highly respected military officer is now the bum who sits in his empty house and gets drunk before 10 am every day. To hide the pain. The emotions. All of the feelings broiling inside, the hate, the sorrow, everything.
The thoughts and emotions were compounded by the fact that the killer was never truly found. With no fingerprints, bullets, or many wittnesses, the cops couldn't do much. Only one man was brought into court but was sooon deemed to be innocent by new information. everyone seemed to have an alibi.
"STEVE! SNAP OUT OF IT!" Mike yelled. I had drifted of into a haze consisting of flashbacks, thoughts, and emotions. I often did this. I was taken to a counselour and even that did seem to do anything for it. I would still drift off with no warning and would have to be woken out of it.
"Sorry Mike. Drifted off."
"Yeah, I know. God man, I hate seeing you like this. What do you say man, lets go out today. And NO booze, either."
"fine, nothing could make this worse," i griped and got up to clean myself up, something i hadnt dont in over 2 weeks.
"Steve. Yo, Stevey, wake up dude." I heard a voice said as I woke up. My eyes had to adjust for the unwelcomed sun shining brightly throught the windows. When I looked up to put a face to the previously disembodied voice, I saw it was Mike. I had known him since 2nd grade, all the way till now at the old age of 38.
"Dude, Steve, get ahold of yourself," he said in his thick british accent. "It's been 7 years. You've got to get over it man. Get out, get a job, do something."
As soon as he said 7 years, it gave me a flashback.
"Daddy, daddy, you're home!" my little girl emilie said, running up to me with a big hug to follow. I picked her up and hugged her properly. While still carrying Emilie, I went up to my wife and kissed her. I had just gotten back from a recent deployment to some sh.thole in the middle-east. I was glad to be home. Then, two weeks later, I came home from getting groceries for my then pregnant wife. When I arrived, there was a thick web of yellow crime scene tape surrounding my house. A police officer came up to me and asked,
"who are you sir?"
"Steve. Steve Whitticker. I live here. Whats going on?" i asked, fearing the worst. a lump slid down my throat as i tried to hold myself together.
"May i ask where you were, steve?"
"The gorcery store, you can even check my car. now where is my wife and kids?"
"I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, sir, but.. your wife and daughter were killed."
"Daughter and son," I croaked. "My wife was 6 weeks pregnant."
and all of that brings me to where i am today. a man, so distraught by his own wife and kids' deaths, that still, seven years later he cant even stop crying himself to sleep at night. A man who was once a highly respected military officer is now the bum who sits in his empty house and gets drunk before 10 am every day. To hide the pain. The emotions. All of the feelings broiling inside, the hate, the sorrow, everything.
The thoughts and emotions were compounded by the fact that the killer was never truly found. With no fingerprints, bullets, or many wittnesses, the cops couldn't do much. Only one man was brought into court but was sooon deemed to be innocent by new information. everyone seemed to have an alibi.
"STEVE! SNAP OUT OF IT!" Mike yelled. I had drifted of into a haze consisting of flashbacks, thoughts, and emotions. I often did this. I was taken to a counselour and even that did seem to do anything for it. I would still drift off with no warning and would have to be woken out of it.
"Sorry Mike. Drifted off."
"Yeah, I know. God man, I hate seeing you like this. What do you say man, lets go out today. And NO booze, either."
"fine, nothing could make this worse," i griped and got up to clean myself up, something i hadnt dont in over 2 weeks.
And her ideas were big, so big the world was too small for
her.
All I'm saying is, seeing the WItty bar thing at the top of
my screen light up with rainbows is kittens in the middle of the
night on my birthday is WAY better than any present I am going to
get today.
The world was so much easier when Apple and BlackBerry were just
fruits.
I CANT CHANGE EVEN IF I
TRIED!
~Macklemore Same Love
~Macklemore Same Love
Me:
I'm sorry I keep using all these softball metaphors.
Me: I can tell they're not really hitting home with you.
Friend:
Me:
Friend:
Me: I can tell they're not really hitting home with you.
Friend:
Me:
Friend:
The awkward moment when a quotes layout is fancy like this and
you think it's going to be something
inspirational, but it's actually just a quote talking about how i think you think this will be an inspirational quote??
inspirational, but it's actually just a quote talking about how i think you think this will be an inspirational quote??
There is no shame in crying. It shows that you have feelings, and
a heart. It is when you are unable to cry that you should be
ashamed.
people dont understand how low my self-esteem is.
i act like im fine around people.
but in all honesty, i feel like im getting judged all the time.
i cant go anywhere without make up. not even down my street.
i cant breath well, & i shake a lot,
my self-esteem is so low, i only feel comfortable around one of my friends & her family,
its terrible. even with some of my friends i feel like im being judged.
&& all of this is because of b!tches who cant keep their mouths shut & have to ruin my life.
no one gets how bad it is.
my one & only escape is music.
Music saved me.
i act like im fine around people.
but in all honesty, i feel like im getting judged all the time.
i cant go anywhere without make up. not even down my street.
i cant breath well, & i shake a lot,
my self-esteem is so low, i only feel comfortable around one of my friends & her family,
its terrible. even with some of my friends i feel like im being judged.
&& all of this is because of b!tches who cant keep their mouths shut & have to ruin my life.
no one gets how bad it is.
my one & only escape is music.
Music saved me.
