Sigmand

We had a speaker too, she lost both of her parents at the age of 13 when a drunk driver wrecked into them. It's a hard thing to hear. And please don't take my cynical view of the presentation as a sign I think it's not serious. There's just something about the grim reaper halloween costume, empty casket, and eulogies being presented about the kids sitting right fucking there that just bothers me. Urging us to make better decisions is one thing, but trying to wave death in our faces like a foam finger is an overly manipulative approach, you know? Could just be me though.

Err... point taken. Here, take my soapbox. By the way, school continued the drunk driving program yesterday. They rolled a coffin to the front of the room while someone played the bagpipes for five minutes, then they gave a few fake eulogies. Starting to think this school may be too rich for its own good. Bagpipes were pretty rad though.

Bubonic Reverberant call of the father’s knell Of which the orphan’s ears do not attend Deafen each creak of the wooden boards’ rend Amidst a shroud of the sun’s morning veil. He casts himself in without a word and Takes to work of an upbringing less just, Scavenging value from little but dust. But fingers go numb with dagger in hand Approaching a swell under couch covers “What if they heard, what if they know?” pled Life, Tugging at the arm, lifting high the knife. All would be the same, had it been reverse. Over he ambled then brought still his breath. For what to the tortured soul is a sin? And might he have murdered the mortal kin, Had not it already been plagued with death.

Something curious happened today which reminded me of this thread. Today our high school had a "presentation" of sorts, a simulation of a drunk driving car crash. There was plenty of fake gore and actual busted cars that the firefighters had a field day tearing to shreads while getting someone out. The intensity was somewhat overshadowed by the idiot in black bedsheets walking around with a floopy-ass scythe. But credit where it's due, in terms of scare tactics it was pretty persuastive and fairly well done. That's not what I'm here to talk about though. After everything was said and done we strolled back to class each with something left to consider. We get back to class and minutes later everyone is back to their normal selves... almost everyone. I got a friend who sits by me in class, always the first to raise his hand and add to the dicussion. Nothing seemed off before we went to the drunk driving sim, but now he was so different... didn't say a word the entire time, even when instructed to. Instead he laid, one of those A-students, there with his head down. He rarely turned to the projector, and even then didn't seem to be looking at it. Asked him a couple of times if he'd be okay and he gave me a solemn nod. I felt an explanation somewhere in that thick skull, but I wasn't permitted to hear it, not today. Perhaps it doesn't make sense to put this here because it's not a story, it's the absense of one. I couldn't help but be reminded of this thread. The untold stories, that which we hid away, the things we could never know about the people we know best. People have kinda been drifting away from here because everything is turning into a "why-I-can't-sleep-at-night" story of how life sucks infinite balls. Fair enough, one can only take so much without wanting to turn away. But I don't want this thread to die, it's an avenue of learning about people, humanity, the burdens we all carry. It's a place to share those burdens and make them a bit easier to lift. And I see no reason people can't share the happy days too, it is a diary ain't it? I'm just thinking out-loud on the off chance these thoughts strike meaning to anyone else. Regardless, you all take care alright.

No dun tell me she's rip ;-; Do something Dory!

Oh bby you always know how to make me hue. I may even sing a song for you, but probably not.

And I love those cookie ice cream sandwich things. Looks like we're both going home empty-handed.

No [spoiler]You stay away from my behind, mister. [spoiler]That's private property. [/spoiler][/spoiler]

Every goddamn time

Perhaps a forum about Pokemon isn't the best place for a question like this, but I crave input. I've asked myself this question for years now, and yet I still can't seem to piece it all together. There were friends in the past that I should have been there for. There were friends that never evolved passed shits and giggles. There were friends who said the worst but meant the best. My mind can't let it go. At the risk of sounding like utterly foolish posting this here... I'd like to know what you people think. What is a friend to you? [spoiler]And yes, you may feel free to call me a fgt.[/spoiler]

Over, under is too mentally tramatic for me. First the paranoia sets in as I question whether or not my comrade ever intended to jump, or if they bolted as soon as I turned my back. After that comes an overwhelming feeling of abandonment as began to feel like I have no worth as a human being, that any other could have taken my place and done so just as easily. Then my friend yells at me and I remember we're playing Hopscotch.

I like to switch it up, keep you on your toes.

I'd like to share a home-made concoction I call, "The Very Hungry Bane". Don't ask me why, I really don't know.

Hai Faptori, long time no see buddy.

Smash bby plz