(No no no, it's okay Gir. I'm still your friend. It's okay. I know you were just upset, and I'm sorry if I sounded harsh, I was just a bit upset... I hope you don't hate me now...)
(*cries into my sweater as I'm typing* I'm sorry...I regret even posting my comment. I'm so so sorry for saying anything...I understand if you don't want to be my friend anymore. I don't deserve it...)
. I got my head thrown into a brick wall, a boy kicked me âdown thereâ, I got kicked in the back, hard, then had a basketball thrown at my back, and so much more. And the people that did that to me? They were all my FRIENDS. So please Gir, donât ask me that, because I do know, and that really, really hurts. And I'm sorry that you're being hurt, but Gir, you really need to go talk to someone about this, because all we can do is offer words, when someone else, irl, can do so much more.)
-en. Then my grandparents, my grandfather as Esophageal and Lung cancer. He just went today to have surgery again. And my grandmother, whoâs 67 I believe, has to work a cleaning job cleaning peoples homes to make enough money to pay HER bills. And then thereâs me, Iâm depressed and I have severe anxiety. Yâknow WHY Iâm depressed? Because I was bullied. Cyber and real life. Ever since 1st grade my life has been nothing but hell. The people I trusted and loved so much turned their backs on me.--
to make enough money to feed himself and his dog, which is an Irish Wolfhound and eats at least 10 cups of food per day, and because his best friend of 10 years just left him, without saying goodbye, to go backpacking across the Appalachians whit a drug addict. Yes, a drug addict. Then you get to me Dad, who has to work every day of every week, night shift, just to make enough money so we can pay the bills and buy groceries, it was the only job he could get because his back is practically broke-
(Gir, Iâm only trying to help you. I understand youâre going through some thing but Iâm trying to help, not hurt. Listen, Iâve been through so much in my own life, my family included. I donât go about preaching my life but do you want to hear how wonderful my life is? My mom and brother are both depressed. My mom has been ever since our little dog, who was only 6, died from Evans Syndrome over the course of 3 days. And my brother because he has to work at a job he doesnât like at all just--
(You say "stay strong"...You have someone that loves you and cares about you Midna. You are happy with her. I'm on the sidelines waiting for someone that won't lie and break my heart for the last time. Do you know how many times my heart has been broken? Over 20 time Midna. 20! And I am blinded by my stupidity not to see that they are lying when they say they love me...Do you know how hard it is to try to forget someone that you trusted?!)
(XP It's all good, I knew what you meant, no problem. xp~<3) Zelly: *turns to him* You okay...? (I know you probably won't respond but for whenever you feel better, it'll be here. Stay strong hun.~<3)
(XP It's all good, I knew what you meant, no problem. xp~<3) Zelly: *turns to him* You okay...? (I know you probably won't respond but for whenever you feel better, it'll be here. Stay strong hun.~<3)
