It’s tough when you’ve made a fallacious decision. All sorts of terrible; life-changing things happen! Your feelings about life changed. You find it difficult to mend the situation, and or know you can’t adjust it. You beg and plead to redo everything, but that’s life, it happened for a reason.
My father’s been drinking as long as I can remember. He’d drink about seven bottles of cerveja everyday when he got back from work. I’ve told him once in awhile about how concerned I am about his drinking, especially how dangerous it is when consumed too much, and his response was always the same, “I’m a grown man, and ill manage my own life!” Always hurt me a bit every time he said that.
At times he’ll get too drunk and be furious and just not himself! It’ll get formidable at times. Then when he grew ill and had to get treated for Alcohol Poisoning, it didn’t matter to me nor shock me! My father’s been at the Memorial Hospital for about a week now. My mother has been visiting my father every dia since he’s been there, and every time before she leaves, she always asks me to accompany her, and every time, I reply with an angry “No!” and storm off to my room. Then one dia she came back late from the hospital crying, I couldn’t interpret her sobs but then instantly I hear her mutter, “It w-a-as too l-late for y-your father, he’s g-gone.” For the reason of “love” I cried for days, and grew much oppressed. Then through my long days of depression I started to think about the last time I confronted and spoke with my father. Maybe I should have gone to see him! I should have told him that I loved him! Ugh! Maybe I should have tried to help him stop drinking; I could have prevented his death from coming early! It’s my fault for not making a big deal about his drinking! I should of kept pushing and not of given up! All I thought was grief and woe. Now, he’s probably standing on Hell’s door mat. Obviously, he wasn’t the best dad in the world, but he’s still my father no matter where he is.
My last tear rolled down my red cheeks as I thought about the horrible things about my father. It’s horrible that he ended up this way though! I amor him! Even though he wasn’t perfect I admit that I do regret my selfish decisions that came over me every time my mother asked me to go visit him.
My father’s been drinking as long as I can remember. He’d drink about seven bottles of cerveja everyday when he got back from work. I’ve told him once in awhile about how concerned I am about his drinking, especially how dangerous it is when consumed too much, and his response was always the same, “I’m a grown man, and ill manage my own life!” Always hurt me a bit every time he said that.
At times he’ll get too drunk and be furious and just not himself! It’ll get formidable at times. Then when he grew ill and had to get treated for Alcohol Poisoning, it didn’t matter to me nor shock me! My father’s been at the Memorial Hospital for about a week now. My mother has been visiting my father every dia since he’s been there, and every time before she leaves, she always asks me to accompany her, and every time, I reply with an angry “No!” and storm off to my room. Then one dia she came back late from the hospital crying, I couldn’t interpret her sobs but then instantly I hear her mutter, “It w-a-as too l-late for y-your father, he’s g-gone.” For the reason of “love” I cried for days, and grew much oppressed. Then through my long days of depression I started to think about the last time I confronted and spoke with my father. Maybe I should have gone to see him! I should have told him that I loved him! Ugh! Maybe I should have tried to help him stop drinking; I could have prevented his death from coming early! It’s my fault for not making a big deal about his drinking! I should of kept pushing and not of given up! All I thought was grief and woe. Now, he’s probably standing on Hell’s door mat. Obviously, he wasn’t the best dad in the world, but he’s still my father no matter where he is.
My last tear rolled down my red cheeks as I thought about the horrible things about my father. It’s horrible that he ended up this way though! I amor him! Even though he wasn’t perfect I admit that I do regret my selfish decisions that came over me every time my mother asked me to go visit him.
Ok, so I have this friend who's a Freshman, like me, at my high school & everyday when I get to my lunch table, usually there's nobody there, so I go on my phone & onto YouTube to watch some vídeos I really like. Well, while I'm doing that, my friend Mitchell always sneaks up behind me & tasers my sides. Well, this would be ok if I wasn't extremely ticklish there! Whenever he does this, I always jump, squeal, & bring my arms down to protect my ticklish sides.
He's always done this & he enjoys it, I can see that. To be honest, I do like it when he does this, but sometimes, I don't. And usually, I'm having a crappy dia after 4th hour(Exploring Science), because there's a girl in my mesa, tabela group, Lauren, who's always snobby to me & mean. I never did anything to her to make her hate me!! So usually after that class, I'm in a bad mood. But when Mitchell tasers me, it makes me feel better. But I'm not sure what I should say to him!! Please help me out!!!
He's always done this & he enjoys it, I can see that. To be honest, I do like it when he does this, but sometimes, I don't. And usually, I'm having a crappy dia after 4th hour(Exploring Science), because there's a girl in my mesa, tabela group, Lauren, who's always snobby to me & mean. I never did anything to her to make her hate me!! So usually after that class, I'm in a bad mood. But when Mitchell tasers me, it makes me feel better. But I'm not sure what I should say to him!! Please help me out!!!
Well i know people thnk about alot of things like suicide and all of that. I'm here to let you know I've been through tons of things and what your going through I've most likely gone through. I just want to say it you just need conselhos or want to talk I'm here. I know everything can be scary but you can't let that get you down. So before yo udo something studip or something you'll regret. ie)boys girls life. Talk to someone. If i knew this before I'd be so much better off. If you want to talk send me a message I'll help you out.
yours truly SurferChic. :D
ps thanx so much if you responed pss thanx
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