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."
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."
Have you ever just had one
of those days?
Where you can't hide the pain?
You just keep a tight grip on your sleeves,
And bite your lips to not cry,
You stare out the window
and won't look anyone in the eye,
Then you come home,
You throw your stuff in the corner,
Slam your back against the wall,
Tilt your head upwards and wonder why you,
As you begin to sob endlessly.
Have you ever had one of those days?
I Have.
Where you can't hide the pain?
You just keep a tight grip on your sleeves,
And bite your lips to not cry,
You stare out the window
and won't look anyone in the eye,
Then you come home,
You throw your stuff in the corner,
Slam your back against the wall,
Tilt your head upwards and wonder why you,
As you begin to sob endlessly.
Have you ever had one of those days?
I Have.
♥Justanotherwittyguy18♥
Does anyone else start crying
because they
realize they aren't British and don't have any excuse to
spell with a 'u' like in the word 'favourite' and
you can't call your mom 'mum' and your life just
sucks because bRITISHNESS EXISTS AND YOU'RE NOT BRITISH WHAT
IS THIS WHY AM I AMERICAN WHY
throwback to the
time when my grandma bought me a stuffed animal for easter when i
was 6 that came with a tag with a code for the internet for a
virtual world called "Webkinz" and started my so far 8
year internet addiction. thanks grandma, i love it. can i return
it or is it too late?
Don't tell me you love me
until you have seen me a 3 am;
broken down
screaming
crying
and incredibly lost.
Don't tell me you love me
until you have seen
the picture my scars paint of me
for that is who I truely am
until you have seen me a 3 am;
broken down
screaming
crying
and incredibly lost.
Don't tell me you love me
until you have seen
the picture my scars paint of me
for that is who I truely am
Screw God.
I've grown up believing and worshipping a god faker than barbie. If there was a god, why the hell didn't he help me? Why did you just let us all fall into this horrible darkness? I thought you were supposed to love us. Help us. Guide us. If there is a god he's not who we think he is. He's a vantriloquist, a puppet master, and we're all just the sad pathetic dolls he uses for amusement.
I've grown up believing and worshipping a god faker than barbie. If there was a god, why the hell didn't he help me? Why did you just let us all fall into this horrible darkness? I thought you were supposed to love us. Help us. Guide us. If there is a god he's not who we think he is. He's a vantriloquist, a puppet master, and we're all just the sad pathetic dolls he uses for amusement.
Last night I started crying because
it literally
just hit me that the person i'm deeply in love with will
never like me back.
This boy in my grade... he's so amazing. I'm completely in love. I think about him all the time. I've probably made about two thousand different scenes in my head with him.. I've taken all of this time to imagine him and me together but i'll never happen. What a waste of precious time.
This boy in my grade... he's so amazing. I'm completely in love. I think about him all the time. I've probably made about two thousand different scenes in my head with him.. I've taken all of this time to imagine him and me together but i'll never happen. What a waste of precious time.
If any of you are in
Boston or knows anyone who is currently,
I want you to know that I love you all and stay safe
I want you to know that I love you all and stay safe
