Sitting on a bus at 3AM crying while everyone else is asleep. No one else is awake, so I turn to my old depression blog so I can at least get it out. I just want to be important to someone; for someone to not be embarrassed to be associated with me. Thought I was on to something. Turned out to be just another kick in the head.
Come on, Danny O’Donoghue, there are definitely at least 7 degrees of separation
The more I think about this movie, the more I realize just how fucking sad it actually was
‘You will pay for this.’
Wow. I must be a fuck up. My own mother doesn’t even want to see me. Why would anyone else.
Ahh one of the very few pictures in which I believe I don’t look like complete shit
So I’m with my friend Chase in Washington D.C, right? He’s talking to his girlfriend over FaceTime and it’s making me realize how alone I am. This sucks a bunch of big hairy balls.
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First off, helping people brings me immense joy. Knowing that my actions and/or words helped a fellow human being (or animal for that matter) is unmatched by anything in the world to me. All of that being said, my dream is to save lives. If making someone smile one time in their time of need brings me this much joy, I can only imagine how happy I will be when I see the smiling faces of a formerly dying man’s family staring back at me. That is my dream and nothing in this world will keep me from it. I hope someone takes the time to read this. That would make me happy as well.
I’m not sure I want to cut into that.
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