knew a girl once that i didn't admit i'd liked until she did a personality 180

that night i found out was easily the worst night of my life

happened last year, we used to talk all the time, we've talked once in the past year

i miss her

Dad visited me in Ithaca during a College for High Schools student program. We drove to the Syracuse mall to go to the Apple store. While walking through the Mall we heard screams right across from us. My dad looked from a distance, and then he said, "do not even think of moving." I was scared. His tone was different. My dad ran across, bulldozed some people, and approached the scene. A foot locker worker had fallen while reaching for dem new Iverson's and fell on his head cracking it open. He suffered from epilepsy. With the mans skull partially exposed and blood gushing out, my father told everyone to calm down and step away. He held the skull intact and stopped the blood from leaving his head. At this point I was freaking the fuck out. Sad, happy, scared, all over the place. My dad held the mans head together for 15 minutes while paramedics got there. He wiped off his hands and walked away, onlookers just fucking astonished at this random dude who seemingly did the impossible. I am in absolute tears because I assume the guy died. Turns out my father had been through much much worse and holding a strangers skull together to prevent blood loss was easy for him.

Went back to the mall like a year later, and happen to ask about the worker. Turns out he went back to work 2 days after the incident. Gotta get paid.

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waking up everyday and putting on a fake smile for my joke of a father

im a pussy

seeing the sunrise over lake michigan with my best friend

the drives we went on through the city/midwest

later losing that best friend to brain cancer

girl issues

When i had to move away from my mom.

Pretty normal life, did well in school, straight b's.
Friends were far between, but this guy, Jeff, always great.

We had this little music things, silly kids, me "rapping" him beatboxing.

Well one day i was walking down the halls then this big bully comes up for my money, told him no and a little fight broke up.

I still remember the cab drive there, license plate said "Fr3sh" and had a dice in the mirror...

Well that's the story about how i became the prince of a town called Bel Air

Two years ago I came back from a week in Ibiza to stay at my parents house for a couple of nights. I was on a bit of a comedown, my brain chemistry was all fucked up. I watched Saving Private Ryan one night, Toy Story 3 another night and cried uncontrollably throughout both. Good times :D

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electric daisy carnival with a really good group of people :)

the first time I saw wonderland's pagoda video having no idea what team fortress 2 was or what he was doing but I got so inspired by watching him do the course so fluently.

Love.

When i saw this speech in the rocky movie i didn't really think much of it, though ever since i heard it played again during a coheed and cambria concert, i can't stop thinking about it for some reason. Really makes you contemplate what the future holds.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Z5OookwOoY

It's not the Mad Men without the <|80)

dqwasddfg idk if its emotional but i can only say i love you to my dog
i have problems

as depressing and sad as most of these are, it's really great to know you aren't alone.

that fucking sucks, man

both of my parents have died and so has one of my cats

me to man but with my cat

Having my grandmother pass away when i was 8, i spent my time with her every other weekend :(

It's been 5 months already but it doesnt get off my head
on that night on the nightclub fire, i took care of this girl i met the night before, called her family (they dont live in the same city), introduced myself, told them what happened and what i was going to do to take care of her, step by step, and so i did. it was +/- 5am when i called them, her family got there right around 1pm when i was with her at my place.
her father gave me a hug and thanked me for saving his daughter
i might be annoying you all with the same story over and over but it kinda makes me feel better when i put it out sometimes, since it doesnt get off my head at all
emo threads are good sometimes

my dog got stolen by gypsies (grew up in a village)

fuck romania

being told that i saved my dad's life when he went through depression when i was 5 (i don't remember) by convincing him not to suicide, then doing the exact same thing 5 months ago by again convincing him not to suicide and go to the ER, where we found out a he had a brain tumor.

Watching my father die from cancer, when only a month before he was admitted to the hospital with good hopes.

The radiation treatment looked like it was going well but then it all went so wrong somehow.

I still miss him more than a year later.

I've mostly had problems in my life dealing with accepting the fact that I'm going to have a sub-average life when I had high expectations for the opposite

when i was a kid, right up through about age 13 I breezed through school with straight a's, never had problems I couldn't easily accomplish, then I started developing a major depressive disorder along with social anxiety. my grades started slipping, I spent more and more time in my room alone, and I distinctly remember right around my sophomore year I failed a class and just couldn't give a shit about school or life, but I hated myself for not being able to care.

several years later I'm doing better, but it's still an uphill battle everyday

http://i42.tinypic.com/30ux16u.jpg

When my grandfather died I had heavy anxiety every day for weeks following, and only recently have I stopped having nightmares about him. But I almost miss the nightmares because they represented to me how much I really miss him and I am sad not to see him in my dreams anymore.

He was already gone by the time he reached the hospital, he had been dead too long by the time the ER resuscitated him and he suffered brain damage from the lack of oxygen. But the doctors tried all they could and our family basically lived at the hospital for days hoping so badly that he would wake his vegetative state. Visitations were the hardest for me, I would always break down at his bedside. When the doctors finally determined that he would was beyond hope of recovery, my family decided it would be best to "pull the plug" and let him pass. Me and my sister were the only ones that could bear to stay with him in his last moments. The nurse did her thing and you could see his heartbeat slowly start dropping lower and lower, it would take 5-15 minutes before it would finally reach 0. We hugged him and said our goodbyes, crying the whole time and when the machine finally showed he had no life left in him, it offered a very odd emotional feeling. He had been "gone" for days at that point but this was final and we had to accept that he really was dead.

The other major life and death situation in my life came from my brother. He has been a drug addict so long that it pretty much defines his whole life and the people he hang's around. One night, I was out with my aunt, mother, and grandmother and I received a phone call from my grandfather. He tells me that my brother has been shot, and at the time I could only think that it was just some kind of cruel joke(which is something my grandpa loved). But he told me again and asked me to inform my family to go to one of the local gas stations where my brother was. I couldn't tell my family that he had been shot, especially my mother who would have completely freaked out. It was just too difficult for me. I said that he had been in a "accident" and that we needed to get to this location, and we were on our way immediately.

We arrive at the gas station(there is only two in the city) and I see him lying on the sidewalk outside the store with no shirt on, the cashier stopping the bleeding from his head as a small crowd begins to show up wondering/gossiping about what had happened. The bullet hit right above his right eye and completely took it out. The closest hospital was too far for normal ambulance trucks to take him so we had to wait for a helicopter to pick him up from the nearby baseball field(which the ambulance would take him too). The whole situation was pretty surreal but I was left almost emotionless, as my bro's life was in the balance. He did live, the bullet hit him at such an angle that it entered his skull and left without hitting his brain.

The story is that he was was sitting in his car with his window rolled down, showing off his gun to his drug dealer outside the car. For whatever reason, his drug dealer decides to take the gun and when my brother tries to stop him and the guy just shoots him right there. He then drives the car about 1-2 miles away to the nearest gas station, trying to get away to somewhere safe. This story showed up in the news, and you can find it on the internet too. Of course, the news describes it as a drug deal gone bad... This event did not scare my brother into a better life however. He is currently in jail again, facing prison time(though unlikely) for many different things.

I saved my friend's life too. I physically pulled him out of the path of a Mercedes Benz SUV the last second though.

i luv u shrugs