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posted December 10, 2014 at 1:13am UTC tagged with sad, tumblr, sick, notokay, quote
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- “It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening. Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily. You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth. You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later. Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage. Stop thinking that everyone is having more s*x than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything. I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it. You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of sh*t doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it. Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today? We shall see.”
- Format by destabilise. “Some days I woke up and got out of bed and brushed my teeth like any normal human being; some days I woke up and lay in bed and looked at the ceiling and wondered what the hell the point was of getting out of bed and brushing my teeth like any normal human being.
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- Today a officer came into my class to talk about substance abuse. He had a few pictures in his hands and he said he already spoke with the family and that they were okay with him sharing this story. He showed us a picture of the cuteset baby boy I had ever seen. His name was Jason, and he showed us more pictures, and he told us how intellegent he was, and what great of an athlete he was. But then he said at the age of fifteen, Jason started using marij/uana. At first it was no big deal, but then he got hooked. He used marij/uana so much he didn't even get a high from it anymore, so he moved onto me/th. Jason's parents had no idea as to what was going on, they were just called about Jason's grades going from A's to F's. Then they got called into school almost every week due to Jason getting in a fight. He was just so angry all the time and he just wanted to fight anyone. One night he came home and his mother said something to him he didn't quite like, so he slammed her through a wall. When Jason's dad got home, he was so angry, he beat Jason senseless. But that didn't help anything. Jason went back to the drugs and back to the fighting. He started stealing from everyone for me/th. Then he got in more trouble for beating up people. One day Jason and his friends were so messed up on drugs, for fun they went driving down the road, attacking people, beating some to the point they were in the hospital. Jason got arrested, they all got arrested. But Jason's parent's loved that sweet little boy in the baby picture so much, they took him in after three years in prison, as long as he got help. Jason didn't get any help, he went back to the drugs, he went back to the crowd of people he had always hung out wtih. When Jason was twenty five years old his parents came home, Jason was there waiting for them. He attacked his parents with a knife in both hands and was planning on killing both of his parents. His dad had no choice. He shot him, and he was taken to the hospital. Jason survived, and he recovered and he went back home. Where he returned to the substance abuse. Not long after that, Jason had done it for far too long, and he hated himself, and he took his own life. And what was worse for the family was Jason had a younger sister. Who was following right along in her brothers footsteps. But luckily for her, she some how found her way out. She was clean, and she is now a happy thirty four year old woman with two daughters. Then the officer looked at us and said "I know what you're thinking 'How do we know you're telling the truth?" he paused for a moment, before I almost saw a grown man burst into tears, he said "Jason was my son."