This is my follow-up artigo to my last one "What's the point?"
Let me start por saying that I have thought long and hard about what you all had to say regarding my article. And I think it's time I reveal mais of whats going on.
For what seems like forever (actually about 2 years or so) I have been battling depression. And when I am dealing with my depression, it's not always easy to see the good in this world. I've also thought that maybe some of my depression was brought on por my own self, but other times it may be an actual severe case of it. Because when you have depression, you tend to view the world darkly. But anyway...
I don't know if you are aware of this or not, but on some of the perguntas on the aleatório club, I tend to mention a dog on a few of them. The dog that I mentioned is named Duji (Dew-jee) who is my dog. On 1/13/2013, I lost him to the outside world. When I think back to that dia (and I do it a lot) I can still remember exactly what was going on the dia before it. I remember what I was doing, what I was thinking and how I felt. The dia before, my mother and I were in town, while my aunt stayed with her grand kids (who were at our house at the time. When we arrived home, we instantly discovered that Duji had been let outside (he was a small, cute lil long-haired chihuahua, so he was an inside dog) and he had ran off--as he always had a habit of doing--and as usual, I panicked. This sorta thing with Duji always happened, so I were kinda "use to it" in a way, but it still worried me. Some guy said he found Duji in a puddle, not moving much. He said had taken him to the vet, but none of us believed it. He was alive, but in bad shape. Had been attacked por bigger dogs, and we assume he either died of internal injuries or coração attack--possibly both, due to him being old. He was 13 (Over 70 dog years), so he lived a long life.
What's worse is that even before we knew of his injuries, I KNEW what was happening. My world as I had known it was coming to an end, and I couldn't stop it. Hell, later that same night, there I was sitting seguinte to Duji while he laid underneath to mesa, tabela where our big screen TV sat, and I swear I felt it. I knew Duji was dying. I wanted so bad to hug Duji just one last time--just once. But at that time, I knew Duji had those injuries, so I decided not to touch him, out of fear of hurting him. And it's just.... the way Duji looked at me, it was as if he knew what was doing on. I think Duji knew he was dying as well. And so, Duji and I took one last look at each other, with me knowing I'd never see him again. And that was it. That one single moment was the last I'd ever get with him. And the VERY seguinte morning--not even 5 min after waking up--reality had smacked me hard in the face. Duji was where I last saw him, laying there underneath the table, eyes wide open, meaning he passed while awake.
The seguinte few weeks afterwards was hell. I admit I had some minor depressive moments in my life, but Duji's death is what broken the last straw. I'll tell you straight up that all I did after his death was stay in my room, laying the bed, with the blinds closed. It got so bad I couldn't stand to look look outside. Outside was bright and beautiful (during the dia of course) but inside--inside me--all I felt was darkness. Darkness was all I saw anymore. And for a long period of time, darkness was all I wanted. In a morbid sense, darkness "comforted" me. Going out into "the light" (outside) just hurt too much. Fast progressivo, para a frente to now, and I'm doing fair.... as said, my depression comes and goes and even to this day, the pain of the dia stills hurts. I guess that's the point: I'll always miss Duji, that's all there is to it. Now, I know most owner say the same thing about their pets, but Duji truly was special to me. mais special anyone will ever understand. Duji himself was very unique--you couldn't have asked for a mais human-like dog than him. That dog wasn't stupid in anyway. He was smart, fun and the most beautiful dog I've had the chance to bond with. When times were tough, I was thanked God for giving him to me. He gave me strength, he gave me hope. And as I look back, I'm thankful for what Duji did for me.
However, my amor for Duji wasn't always there. When I first got him back in 2000 (just a few weeks after he was born), I hated that dog. I used to be soooo mean to that poor baby, and being the dumb 10 ano old that I was, I couldn't see the whole picture. I couldn't see why Duji was there, why he was in my life. I just remember wanting him to go away, and leave me alone. But over the years, that hatred I once held transformed into love. It took me several years, but before I knew it, Duji and I were inseparable. I know regret ever being so hostile to my son. In no way did Duji ever deserve that--how could he? He never did crap to me, except help me in ways that I was too blind to see. When he died, it was then I knew just how much we had bonded. While he was alive, I told Duji many times that I would always come back to him. I made a promise to him, and I'll keep it forever. But even to this day, I still don't understand why Duji was there. Will I ever know? Not sure, but I am grateful to God for giving me hope in a cute lil ball of fur.
I don't expect any of you to understand our, bond at least now you know one of the reasons for my depression.
Let me start por saying that I have thought long and hard about what you all had to say regarding my article. And I think it's time I reveal mais of whats going on.
For what seems like forever (actually about 2 years or so) I have been battling depression. And when I am dealing with my depression, it's not always easy to see the good in this world. I've also thought that maybe some of my depression was brought on por my own self, but other times it may be an actual severe case of it. Because when you have depression, you tend to view the world darkly. But anyway...
I don't know if you are aware of this or not, but on some of the perguntas on the aleatório club, I tend to mention a dog on a few of them. The dog that I mentioned is named Duji (Dew-jee) who is my dog. On 1/13/2013, I lost him to the outside world. When I think back to that dia (and I do it a lot) I can still remember exactly what was going on the dia before it. I remember what I was doing, what I was thinking and how I felt. The dia before, my mother and I were in town, while my aunt stayed with her grand kids (who were at our house at the time. When we arrived home, we instantly discovered that Duji had been let outside (he was a small, cute lil long-haired chihuahua, so he was an inside dog) and he had ran off--as he always had a habit of doing--and as usual, I panicked. This sorta thing with Duji always happened, so I were kinda "use to it" in a way, but it still worried me. Some guy said he found Duji in a puddle, not moving much. He said had taken him to the vet, but none of us believed it. He was alive, but in bad shape. Had been attacked por bigger dogs, and we assume he either died of internal injuries or coração attack--possibly both, due to him being old. He was 13 (Over 70 dog years), so he lived a long life.
What's worse is that even before we knew of his injuries, I KNEW what was happening. My world as I had known it was coming to an end, and I couldn't stop it. Hell, later that same night, there I was sitting seguinte to Duji while he laid underneath to mesa, tabela where our big screen TV sat, and I swear I felt it. I knew Duji was dying. I wanted so bad to hug Duji just one last time--just once. But at that time, I knew Duji had those injuries, so I decided not to touch him, out of fear of hurting him. And it's just.... the way Duji looked at me, it was as if he knew what was doing on. I think Duji knew he was dying as well. And so, Duji and I took one last look at each other, with me knowing I'd never see him again. And that was it. That one single moment was the last I'd ever get with him. And the VERY seguinte morning--not even 5 min after waking up--reality had smacked me hard in the face. Duji was where I last saw him, laying there underneath the table, eyes wide open, meaning he passed while awake.
The seguinte few weeks afterwards was hell. I admit I had some minor depressive moments in my life, but Duji's death is what broken the last straw. I'll tell you straight up that all I did after his death was stay in my room, laying the bed, with the blinds closed. It got so bad I couldn't stand to look look outside. Outside was bright and beautiful (during the dia of course) but inside--inside me--all I felt was darkness. Darkness was all I saw anymore. And for a long period of time, darkness was all I wanted. In a morbid sense, darkness "comforted" me. Going out into "the light" (outside) just hurt too much. Fast progressivo, para a frente to now, and I'm doing fair.... as said, my depression comes and goes and even to this day, the pain of the dia stills hurts. I guess that's the point: I'll always miss Duji, that's all there is to it. Now, I know most owner say the same thing about their pets, but Duji truly was special to me. mais special anyone will ever understand. Duji himself was very unique--you couldn't have asked for a mais human-like dog than him. That dog wasn't stupid in anyway. He was smart, fun and the most beautiful dog I've had the chance to bond with. When times were tough, I was thanked God for giving him to me. He gave me strength, he gave me hope. And as I look back, I'm thankful for what Duji did for me.
However, my amor for Duji wasn't always there. When I first got him back in 2000 (just a few weeks after he was born), I hated that dog. I used to be soooo mean to that poor baby, and being the dumb 10 ano old that I was, I couldn't see the whole picture. I couldn't see why Duji was there, why he was in my life. I just remember wanting him to go away, and leave me alone. But over the years, that hatred I once held transformed into love. It took me several years, but before I knew it, Duji and I were inseparable. I know regret ever being so hostile to my son. In no way did Duji ever deserve that--how could he? He never did crap to me, except help me in ways that I was too blind to see. When he died, it was then I knew just how much we had bonded. While he was alive, I told Duji many times that I would always come back to him. I made a promise to him, and I'll keep it forever. But even to this day, I still don't understand why Duji was there. Will I ever know? Not sure, but I am grateful to God for giving me hope in a cute lil ball of fur.
I don't expect any of you to understand our, bond at least now you know one of the reasons for my depression.
After that...
S:Lets watch a scary movie!!!
Everyone:YEAH!
S:(Flips channels)Here...
95 minutos later
C:My...God.(Pants)
P:(Falls over)
N:HELP ME JESUS!!
S:You guys never seen this one?I've seen it a hundred times!
C:My FLIPPING EYES!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then a sound came
???:(Foot steps)
S:ETHAN!!!SHUT UP!
E:What?
C:That wasn't you?
E:That wasn't me what?
Everyone:HOLY CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!
E:WHAT!!!????
S:That sound!
E:I didn't hear anything.
N:Maybe it was just our imagination
Everyone:Yeah...
Then that sound came again,No body did anything.
The sound came again...Louder.
P:NOT OUR IMAGINATION!!!
Screams rose from that room
E:SHUT UP!!!
They we're all frightened.They called the police...the line died after they said ten words.
S:Lets watch a scary movie!!!
Everyone:YEAH!
S:(Flips channels)Here...
95 minutos later
C:My...God.(Pants)
P:(Falls over)
N:HELP ME JESUS!!
S:You guys never seen this one?I've seen it a hundred times!
C:My FLIPPING EYES!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then a sound came
???:(Foot steps)
S:ETHAN!!!SHUT UP!
E:What?
C:That wasn't you?
E:That wasn't me what?
Everyone:HOLY CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!
E:WHAT!!!????
S:That sound!
E:I didn't hear anything.
N:Maybe it was just our imagination
Everyone:Yeah...
Then that sound came again,No body did anything.
The sound came again...Louder.
P:NOT OUR IMAGINATION!!!
Screams rose from that room
E:SHUT UP!!!
They we're all frightened.They called the police...the line died after they said ten words.
Holy Pooping Skeletons! Guys, I don't know how I survived, but I did, and now I am here to tell you guys about my encounter with the Slander Mawn.
It all started when me and my friends..Okay I don't have friends..Well me and my..Myself were Trick or Treating in Halloween. "Awesome! I hope I get Candeh!" I said. "Me too!" Said myself. I was dressed as a elefante and myself was dressed as nothing. "Hey myself, I dare I can go into that scary Forest that most likely contains lobisomens and Sparkly vampiros with underage girls!" I said. "Lololo -- you just dared yourself!" said myself. "I accept!" said yourself. Yourself, myself and I entered the Forest and walked and stuff and it was dark and scary.
"Maybe I should head back.." Said myself.
"And lose the dare? NO WAY!" Said yourself.
"Um, guys I think I saw something!" I said.
Then a tall guy came and we died so much than we went to Heaven and came back as Ghosts.
SPREAD THE WURD! :D
It all started when me and my friends..Okay I don't have friends..Well me and my..Myself were Trick or Treating in Halloween. "Awesome! I hope I get Candeh!" I said. "Me too!" Said myself. I was dressed as a elefante and myself was dressed as nothing. "Hey myself, I dare I can go into that scary Forest that most likely contains lobisomens and Sparkly vampiros with underage girls!" I said. "Lololo -- you just dared yourself!" said myself. "I accept!" said yourself. Yourself, myself and I entered the Forest and walked and stuff and it was dark and scary.
"Maybe I should head back.." Said myself.
"And lose the dare? NO WAY!" Said yourself.
"Um, guys I think I saw something!" I said.
Then a tall guy came and we died so much than we went to Heaven and came back as Ghosts.
SPREAD THE WURD! :D
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Three nurses all decided to play a joke on the doctor they worked for. Later in the day, they all got together on break and discussed what they had done to the doctor. The first nurse said, "I put cotton in his stethoscope so he couldn't hear. The segundo nurse said, "Well, I did worse than that. I poked holes in all his condoms. The third nurse fainted.***************
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weirdness from inside my mind
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its nice to see the rIsing sun
its nice to stay up Late
i like the sound of a hOover
i dont like the word Vegan
nobody likes my fEet
i like red except when itS blood on My sheet
this world is so rAndom
but i Like it that way
Lemons are sour
your Brain is sO frazzled
nOBody Said it Would be easy
I am noT a Hairy monster
Bann the bomb
I like that saying
i like Goats
Not as much as frogs
sInging is good
i think: Praying is worthless
pandas are cute
Legs are funny
mEn think im weird
So do women.
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its nice to see the rIsing sun
its nice to stay up Late
i like the sound of a hOover
i dont like the word Vegan
nobody likes my fEet
i like red except when itS blood on My sheet
this world is so rAndom
but i Like it that way
Lemons are sour
your Brain is sO frazzled
nOBody Said it Would be easy
I am noT a Hairy monster
Bann the bomb
I like that saying
i like Goats
Not as much as frogs
sInging is good
i think: Praying is worthless
pandas are cute
Legs are funny
mEn think im weird
So do women.
One day, two american tourists were driving through Nova Scotia, argueing about the name of the town. Finally, assuming neither of them were right, they decided to stop and have something to eat for lunch. When they got into the restraunt, the waitress asked them if they were ready to order. Yeah, but first could you pronounce the name of where we are,veeerryyy slllooowwwlllyy? said the wife, smiling. Of course, the waitress said, noticing the two were american.
Tiiiiiimmmmmm Hooooorrrrrttttoooonnnnsss.
Hope that made you laugh.
Here are 2 aleatório facts:
They don't sell Smarties or Shreddies in America.
They dont have Walmart in America.
Tiiiiiimmmmmm Hooooorrrrrttttoooonnnnsss.
Hope that made you laugh.
Here are 2 aleatório facts:
They don't sell Smarties or Shreddies in America.
They dont have Walmart in America.