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IM CRYING BECAUSE IT SAID TO THINK OF THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON OR WHATEVER AND I COULD ONLY THINK OF MY DOG SO THE ADVICE I TYPED IN WAS “GOOD DOG” AND IF THAT GETS SENT TO SOMEONE ELSE IM GONNA CRY
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Mom: do you want to stop by Mcdonal-
HOLY SHIT MY SIX FLAB IT HURTS
Coheed and Cambria, every time. I’m Like Hm … AMORY WARS?!
So, I finally got my “special order” in, and who would think that with the purchase of a
dildo sex toy they would give you free candy. Bad Draon 1, every other sex toy company nill.
So the internet guy will be here any minute, and let me tell ya … If he even saw a glimpse of my Tumblr, I would take my own life afterwords.
The song that blares through the speakers sings to the young man’s soul. The bitter loneliness contrasted with blinding hope. He knows he is alone, but he’s not the only who’s like that. he knows that someone out there has made the same mistakes as him, and has the same regrets. The crescendo raises his hopes of .. What? He can’t even remember what it feels like to be loved … He sees it so often in the wake of all of his happy friends. The song drives back down and he leans against the wall and crumples down, taking out the headphones and leans his head in his arms. He cries like he has done all too often lately. Thoughts race, his mind reminds of everything he’ll never have but wants so desperately. The people he’s known, the people that are so close but so far away. he curses himself and cries for a time longer. He eventually gets up the courage to stand and burns his incense. Crawling in his bed, he ignored the notion at the back of his mind, about how the bed is just too big for one person … He sighs and closes his eyes, letting his empty dreams take him into the dawn.
“We’re pioneers, you and I. In dealing with it, we march for dawn.”
~Claudio Kilgannon; In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3
Try to tell me that there is no pressure on men to have a good image. Try me, mother fucker.
Double standard right here, and it ain’t cool!
someone finally fucking points it out
Then I remember what I look like…
Keep in mind, that was the hottest guy at the prom.
We all have one in our family. the one person in the family who just isn’t right, who seems so distant.
The sun is high, and a man stands alone int the backyard of his family, smoking a cigarette, the most hated thing in his family that he tries to keep a secret. the soft song of If It Means A Lot To You by A Day To Remember plays through his headphones. He paces as the song hits the chorus.
How did I get like this? Where did I fuck up so bad?
He thinks back over his past. was it the people he used to hang out with in High School? No. They always told him exactly what his family told him.
You can be anything you want. You just need to make the right decision. Stay clean (including cigarettes), go to college, find someone nice to settle down with.
He shook his head. Yet again, he found himself at a loss. The second chorus kicks in. He ashes the cigarette. He was an individual, but is that really a good thing? A college dropout with no job living with his parents. Overweight, looking as ugly as ever. He thought back to a time when he was “happy,” and how that was destroyed.
"I just can’t take it any more. I’m sorry Brandon."
He sighs deeply. Deep down in his heart, he knows he will die alone. It’s something he’s come to accept. On the job portion, he’s got nothing for him. He’s mediocre at everything, always coming up just short. Just like he always has been.
I have no passion for anything. How can I get anywhere without that?
Th cigarette is almost finished, and the song has already been repeated. When in doubt, write it out. He finishes, and heads for the house, stopping at the door. he wants to get away, go somewhere he can’t be egged on by his family.
He’s ashamed of his multiple shortcomings. After another pause, he enters the home and sits at the desk in his room. He opens the new document and types, something he does too much.
No job. No school. No hope for love. This is me. This is what I’ve become, and I’m okay with it. It’ll all end the same way as anyone else. With or without the approval of those I love, I will keep going. I can’t just drop everything and be sad about it. It is better to have tried and failed, than to have not tried at all.