Listen, dude. Whatever you got going on is not that serious. Nothing is that serious. Life is easy if you let it be.
Just last month, my friend called me during the workday. I thought it was a bit odd. He could barely talk. He finally worked up the vocal momentum to tell me that he was at our other friend’s house cleaning up his brains off the garage siding because he didn’t want our friend’s kids (who were inside) to see their father’s brains on the wall. During the funeral, a friend was giving a eulogy. One of his kids, probably 2, interrupted while a slide show was playing on a projector. He saw a picture of our friend and said, “There’s Daddy!”
I’ve known him since I was 12. There were hundreds of people in that room that day. Every single one of them has to carry our friend now. I’ll miss him. I’m mad at him. I feel bad for his wife who has to raise those kids alone now. I feel bad for his brother and sister, who will blame themselves for years to come.
Shit might get tough. And as someone who has suffered from depression, I get it. However, that option fucking hurts other people. Sorry, for ranting. Maybe I’m not even talking to you. Maybe I’m talking to him.
Listen, dude. Whatever you got going on is not that serious. Nothing is that serious. Life is easy if you let it be.
Just last month, my friend called me during the workday. I thought it was a bit odd. He could barely talk. He finally worked up the vocal momentum to tell me that he was at our other friend’s house cleaning up his brains off the garage siding because he didn’t want our friend’s kids (who were inside) to see their father’s brains on the wall. During the funeral, a friend was giving a eulogy. One of his kids, probably 2, interrupted while a slide show was playing on a projector. He saw a picture of our friend and said, “There’s Daddy!”
I’ve known him since I was 12. There were hundreds of people in that room that day. Every single one of them has to carry our friend now. I’ll miss him. I’m mad at him. I feel bad for his wife who has to raise those kids alone now. I feel bad for his brother and sister, who will blame themselves for years to come.
Shit might get tough. And as someone who has suffered from depression, I get it. However, that option fucking hurts other people. Sorry, for ranting. Maybe I’m not even talking to you. Maybe I’m talking to him.
You’ll get by, brother.
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Ok, then. Are you willing to donate any money you have to my friend’s kid’s college funds? They need it.
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