Can we have a baw thread? I'm feeling a little down and I think its overdue time for me to let it out.
this little guy was in a lot of pain once.
one of my favourites
LONG BUT WORTH IT
And the dog was a lot happier being fed well and not having to breathe cigarette smoke all the fucking time.
How did it get messy again?It is implied that this is a recurring part of the story. Why doesn't he just name one of his pokemons or game characters after his son like every other fucking baww boring thread.
Yes. Yes it fucking is. Good. Because now you can train, don't fucking sit around feeling bad. Get up and lift. Lift, eat healthy, run, fight, do something. And once you can pick up your phone and not give a shit that it's only an alarm clock. Once you can look at your $200 alarm clock and feel grateful that it wakes you up every morning to eat your eggs and go for a run. Once you can do that then you should use it as a cell phone. Go get some fucking friends who will stick with you. You can fucking do it anon.
>inb4 anon is a faggot
any lurkers here I'm just tryin to spread these feels
The loneliest people are the ones with no social skills nor the desire to develop them. The saddest people are the most self-absorbed people, The most damaged people are the most damaged people because they are the most damaged. Nothing profound about that.
i hate people calling me, it is fucking distracting.
got it down to a few calls a week.
This fucking shit again. It was an open invite to his friends at the American Legion. There's nothing sad about it. People were talking about that shit for weeks, though. Kind of funny how quickly things outside of a small community can be misinterpreted.
u go girl fre
if it were up 2 me id giv evri 1 on 4chin 20 extra iq points so da content cud finally catch up 2 reddit, lol
like dis post if u cry every tiem
these feels..they are..different.
i only have a few bawww pics saved,and they're overplayed, but i'm bumping to keep thread alive. i'm in a bawww mood /b/
the day /b/ sent kimmy cards and gifts for her birthday
from a thread last week. Anon has 3-6 months to live. still busy to make it look better but the story is in there..
You must be female.
her q&a thread caps
she accidently her nudes on limewire a few years ago, they ended up on /b/ in limewire find threads and milf threads, she was posted as aunt /b/ for a couple years, shoops were made, huge threads of aunt /b/, anons fapped. eventually /b/ doxed her and began raiding her and her familes fb's emails and even calling her phone. /b/ started digging up more info on her and finding more pics and found out she's just a real life average normal housewife and mom and was really a pretty cool girl. into weapons, shoots archery, runs linux, camps, hunts, fishes, cooks and cleans for family, and naughty milf for hubby too. /b/ had some feels and found out her birthday was comeing up and started Operation Birthday Kimmy to send cards and gifts and make nice with kimmy again. cards were sent and on her b-day /b/ contacted her and asked her to come make a thread. and she actually did it, and was even really cool with anon, even fun. after all the crap /b/ gave her she still came and was pretty chill with anon. epic cool woman for sure.
this is the newest thing /b/'s got from her fb, she does cold water challenge for charity, pretty bad ass woman, KIM AS FUCK!
vidd.me slash qE8
go to mothrless and search "housewife kimmy"
ton's of kimmy content, even allot of the shoops from over the years.
< kimmy on a tractor?
this one will make you feel & rage
My (great) uncle just passed a few days ago. Here is a green text about the last time I saw him:
>Go visit him for a few days before his birthday
>I say "Your birthday is coming up in a couple weeks, Dean. What do you want?"
>He replies "I don't want any more birthdays..."
>Sit there and think about what he has gone through. Losing his wife, a war, being alone in a nursing home.
>Two weeks later I find out he passed away two days before his birthday.
He got his wish. I just got home from his funeral today. Hold me please.
THIS IS MEEE!
God bless /b/ro.
My grandpa died late last year. He had lost his brother, his sister was almost entirely brain dead, and he had a very serious stroke, losing his ability to speak.
When I went to see him, he looked me in the eyes, and started mumbling, but I could make out two words.
So I hugged him, and those were my grandpa's last words to me.
>not bad looking, have had plenty of beautiful relationships
>thge last one though, took all the love I had left to give the world
>I watched my first beautiful sunset today
>one of those take your breath away perfect view ones
>i got the chance to look at the sun slowly fall
>without burning my eyes
>the problem was, that i had no one to share it with
>but that's okay
>some people just aren't meant to have friends in the end
I hate being that guy who's everybody's friend and nobody's friend. The guy who shows up to parties and everyone's like "heyyyy anon is here! Now it's a good time!" But I know that in reality nobody gives a shit about me.
I hit send a bit too soon.
I guess what I'm saying is, I know that in his last moments, your great uncle loved you. He may have lost it all, but he loved you, and you got to see him. It probably meant the world to him that despite all that loss, he still had someone who loved him.
>tfw when u stood froze
Elliot Roger's father hugs one of his Son's victims father.
where the fuck does he keep getting all those cats?
> be me
> be 14
>grandmother had stroke and grandfather has Alzheimers
> they move into trailer next door
>every morning my mom and I stop by before I go to school
>a couple months go by things seem ok
>walk in one day grandmother is on the floor
> grandpa holding her asking her to wake up
> she had another stroke
>she's in the hospital brain dead
> we wait for my aunt before making decisions about pulling the plug
>aunt shows up we decide it's time to let her go
>She had been off life support for about a wee
>all week I feel like shit don't know what to do
>just sit in a hospital waiting room waiting for her to die
>I fucking hate hospitals get restless and just walk around a lot
>one day I leave the waiting room and go to cafeteria
> step off the elevator and see a little boy and his mom
>hear the kid say "come on mom race me see how fast I am"
>I smile for the first time all week and his mom sees me
>"Maybe he'll race with you she said"
> I couldn't turn him down and we started running
>In that moment I had forgotten everything around me
> I had no problems, worries or fears
> I let him win gave him a high five and walked back to the waiting room
> my family was in tears when I got back
>grandma was gone
One of the saddest times in my life that kid will never know how much he helped me
is that the guy who played videogames (can't remember the name) they made fun of him because he couldn't speak english, anon made friends with him and then he said this to him after some days?
I know them feels, shits rough...pardon the pun
that makes me so happy b/c I requested it as a rule34, and a kind anon made it for me.
<-- my baw is that I'll never get to tap hot 20 year olds again
>>dating very sweet girl
>>city we live in is very divided
>>she is raised from the west side
>>an equal to the ghetto in this city place
>>I am from the east
>>a rich and entitled side of the city
>>I get a job to move out on my own with paycheck
>>this is how we first meet
>>I am waiter
>>she is hostess
>> We give looks from one to another throughout every shift
>>she asks me weird questions about myself at random during shifts
>>whatever but okay
>>this girl was the one to ask ME out on a date
>>whatever but okay
>> first date.. every thing happens nicely
>>couple months fly by
>>ended up sharing an apartment
>>learn more about each other when this happened
>>she is undereducated and inconsistent in her emotions
>>rages like crazy when something goes over her head or gets past her
>>understand and fix it
>>one day comes, we had been growing apart for a while now
>>the day was when she left me
>>let her have her space
>>leave quietly and take all my things
>>it’s kay because I left her with just about nothing
>>still love her
>>just wander streets at night
>>sleep all day
>>in wild, hopeless binge I have a moment of clarity
>>she loved graffiti when i knew her
>>hated graffiti when I knew her
>>stupid, pointless, waste of time and money
>>buy books on graffiti history
>>eat this shit up
>>graf picks me up
>> i love graffiti
>>hate the graffiti writers that she likes, now i just want to become better than them
>>months go by
>>i am now a city star
>>i paint all and any abandoned buildings, busses, sneak to subway depot, and the places me and her used to travel to on dates
>>I do love her, very much but I know it’ll never be the same
>>mfw I write graffiti for her and not popularity
>>mfw i love her and i screwed up so hard
>>mfw i love graffiti because its the last bond we have, even if it’s the only one
oh shit you got me posted before I watched it
Anon you just explained my life. Just 1 year behind eventually the pain goes away. You get tired and fed up of everyone telling you, that you deserve better and no one wants to show you better. You push every one of your close friends away and start stacking on the titanium plating. You become dull and laugh at the idea of love eventually accepting that you gave up because you're tired of giving people you love the power to harm you.
The animal ones always get me.
For the longest time, almost eight or nine years, I was a shut in with no friends to speak of. I was afraid of dogs until I was around seven. I had a small dog before him, but he was an ugly mutt bastard. I mean that in the nicest way, but his genetics were awful. My mother and I saw him at a rescue event, and we took him home for a visit to see if he'd like us. The first thing the little fucker did was piss on a stack of VHS tapes. He was marking his home. I wasn't the ideal pet owner, either. I got mad, I yelled at him, I may have even smacked him a little too hard once or twice when he tried to run out of the door to meet people. I didn't take him for walks as much as I could have, and I didn't take him outside as much as I should've. I came home from the hospital after having some tests run (I was having a lot of stomach problems at the time, part of the reason I was a shut in), and I felt terrible. I was about eleven, and this little mutt just jumped in my lap and licked me. Eventually, years down the line, he had been through almost everything with me. I got my first job, I went outside more, I started feeling better. I was home less, but still saw him often. Just a week before I turned eighteen, I saw a trail of blood on the kitchen floor. He had been pissing blood. I thought the walk I took him on a few days prior may have did it, he was old after all. He didn't get better. We had to lock him in the kitchen (linoleum floors) so he wouldn't stain the carpets. He was used to sleeping with either me or mom, but he didn't whine. He was a trooper and stuck with it. One day before my birthday, I made the decision to put him down. That night, I sat outside the gate separating us and cried my eyes out. I couldn't look at him, because I thought he'd realize where he was going the next day. The day of my birthday came, and we loaded him into the car. He was excited, he probably thought he was going somewhere to meet some new people.
He got a little antsy in the vets' waiting room, but we finally got in. We sat him on the table, and I stood back as my mother and the vet held him down and the vet injected him. I was stone faced while even the vet was crying. When we were told he was dead, I could feel my eyes burning and the lump in my throat get to be too much. The tears came down, because my best buddy was lying there dead, and I felt that I did it to him. He looked peaceful, but it was creepy in the sense that he looked awake. When the vet wanted to talk about his remains, I told them to do the best thing possible. I would use my meager food service paycheck if I had to. He was my family. I still have his ashes. I have a new dog now, one that looks on at me crying and typing this, wondering what the hell is wrong with me, and what he can do. I miss that little guy, though. I'm sorry, buddy. I gave up. You never did.
exactly my friend, exactly.
I'm sure we're meant to do better things
I'm publishing my first comic locally next may, and designing a videogame that will be my life work. In the meantime I paint graffiti that gets a lot of local buzz and am working on a coffee shop newspaper based off the buzz of /b/
>tfw i am almost 20 and have never had a gf
>if i got a nickel each time a girl said to me 'some girl some day will be very lucky to have you' i'd probably be listed in forbes' top richest people list
Or he could end up like this kid
Hey /b/ros, wanted to share my story here.
>have grandpa on mom's side
>call him pop
>be his favorite grand kid
>always give me advice
>tell me I'm his best friend all the time
>tell me how much he loves me
Calls me Peanut since I was premature, and small like a peanut
>fast forward to a couple of months ago
>he's really sick, has to be on oxygen all the time
One day in April he's REALLY bad
>grandma wants him to go to the hospital
>she says "do it for peanut."
>ends up in a coma for a week
>visit every day after school
>one day my mom doesn't pick me up to go
>I call to ask why
>she tells me he's dead
>I break down
>cry all day
>skip school because I literally can't focus
It's been a couple of months, but every time I go over to my grandparents, I still think he'll be there. And he always told me that school was really important. I haven't been doing well this year. I got my final report card a few weeks ago, and I made honor roll. My first thought was "Pop didn't get to see me do better." Sorry if this sucks, or whatever guys.
Dude, take it from someone who's had and has an awesome relationship.
That "true love" bullshit doesn't exist. Look man, the first year or so IS that stereotypical "meh meh sunsets meh meh wake up next to you blah blah" shit, but it gets old FAST.
Reality kicks in and all that mushy crap makes it course and you're there holding this sweaty-ass hand for the 1,000th time and it's just fuckin' annoying.
I have a cat named pocus
got him when i was just 7
he's a sneaky little bastard
when he was little he'd eat fruit outta the fruit bowl and hide the remains in my parents morning slippers
he's 15 now
still kickin like a kitten
I cannot imagine the pain that ensues when he leaves this
I'm sorry for your loss anon
i'll drink one for your bud
That feel when all the cinematographer jobs in LA are unpaid and expect you to have all your own equipment
Oh wow, that's the first time I've ever seen a pet's name that I like.
Today, I could have a talk with the girl that I love
maybe she isn't the most beautiful girl in the world, but is so smart
then, I saw that I never can't reach her...
Hey no. You did what was right for him. He was in pain, and for you he would have stuck around until it was too much to bear, because he loved you that much.
Instead you took that pain from him like a true friend and now you carry it for him.
Don't you ever think you gave up on him, because you still love him and carry on that grief that his loss has brought. It may get easier down the road, but like a ripple in a pond, it's always there waiting for something to disturb the surface and remind you.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have my dog to go cry with.
I understand all that.
I'd rather spend eternity creating for myself what others could only dream of
rather then playing the game of life which i did not ask for in the first place
Thanks for the reality check, I need it from time to time
I STRONGLY disagree. True love is out there, I should know cause I found it. It is not like in the movies, but my god it exists. It requires a lot of work, a great deal of luck, but it IS out there.
das it mane
No problem. Just remember that it's not coming from a place of cynicism. It's seriously just the most over-hyped aspect of life.
I promise that after all the childhood time spent watching Disney films and all the time spent as a teenager being angsty for that one chick in that one class and you 'finally holy shit' get a real long-term relationship, no matter how awesome... pretty soon you find yourself thinking "Wow, I wasted all my time fantasizing about THIS?"
Focus on YOU, man.
Living vicariously through depressing posts because I don't let myself grieve over my life mistakes or lost friends and family. If I did I'd have killed myself by now. Thanks various anons for giving me the emotion my life is missing. The one I turned off too long ago.
Look man, I'm glad you were happy and all that, but it's objective fact that humans aren't meant to be monogamous. That's why even the happiest couples, given enough time, will stray.
Disagree all you want. As I mentioned before, I'm happy myself but I'm not so ridiculous as to cling to fantastical ideas of "one true love forever and ever".
Ahh, dammit. Why do I even come into these threads, they just make me feel like shit.
I'm out of here, I'm never coming back to one of these threads, I'm gonna filter baw and feel from now on, dammit, /b/.
RIP William Lashua.
God speed, dude.
>Have an uncle, he was a bad alcoholic, raised near bad people, I guess
>Poor as fuck, didn't have a job obviously. Rode his bike everywhere
>Always enjoyed life otherwise
>Always concerned about your life, you could talk to him for hours on end
>Would give you his last $2 if it could help you
>Was always giving me random shit from thrift stores, sunglasses, bracelets, w/e.
>People always made fun of him
>At my grandparent's place, says he's been clean for a while
>Proud of him
>Chat a while, he decides it's time to go
>Tell him to stay out of trouble
>December 11th, 2013
>Get a phone call
>They found him dead in his apartment. Surrounded by mouthwash and needles.
>Feels bad, my head a mess of cloudy thoughts
>A couple of weeks later
>Looking through my room
>Find something familiar hidden in a box
>It's a stopwatch, one he gave me
>It's long stopped
Why is it always the people that have the least that are the happiest?
for once in my life someone actually struck a chord with me.
what you just told me, was more important to me than any advice i've ever gotten ffrom anyone
a must read imo
Im too dehydrated to make tears.
Like i was gunna cry anyways you pussy ass bitches.
for the dog lovers
that's me.... I want to disappear
Yeah I just got fucking wrecked by 4 women back to back my overly controlling gf left me for her best friend then my best friend decided he wanted to try it out ended up destroying our friendship because she was uncomfortable being in the "mom" position since I have a kid with my ex it was hard to explain that I put my family first she was pretty thick skulled then another one of my close friends tried ended up cheating getting knocked up by him then I met a random girl I've known for a while and seriously 2 days ago from today she claimed to be interested which 180'd this morning. At this point I don't give a fuck I've lost 4 people after investing my all into them. Enough is enough. I'm not doing shut for women until they give me something first also ID may have changed since I'm on a public network at my buddies hookah lounge.
fuck off with your faggot shit tumblr nigger.
Fuck you you made me lose already,I want to hug my dad now but he got buried not 9 months ago thank you fucking much
in two days its gonna be my gramps birthday.. he was the only father figure to me since my father was shot and killed in '97, i feel with you anon
yeah theres a ton ill find them for you and post tomorrow if you don't feel like searching let me know
inadvertently with alcohol, yeah. thanks for your kind thoughts.
thanks bro <3
Ok this is my life know some of this is my fault. And I am trying to accept my part
Well I guess a littl under a year from now the person whome I considered. My soul mate needed time apart. I was upset but understood because she was livin at my house and I was still at my parents. So I made sure to spend extra time with her but one night a week or two before she was supposed to move, we went to a party. For the most part it was fun until we bought in a mutual friend to talk to is about why issues we had. This friend was really level headed and it would have worked it I wasn't so the opposite at that point in time. She brought up a guy who made me jealous because I knew she physically likes him but that was it. She never admitted it to me until tht night... At that point when we were trying to fix things. But to have confirmation I couldn't handle it I left the room. She came over to comfort me and I pushed her away. Hard. Much harder than I meant to and she slipped and fell and hit her head on the wall. "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I JUST DONE" was my actual thought. I just wanted to be left alone but I couldn't find the words and all she wanted I do was help. She grew up in an abusive household and that really messed her up, both me and her have mental issues. So tht night I tried to kill myself I. Front of everyone which only made things worse for me an everyone involved. I was supposed to be her other. Instead I did that. Cont.
what was the coolest thing he did in your eyes?
>tfw having no dad.
Just looking at all these pictures with fucking dogs.
You had to wait until I left for BMT. You had to put her to sleep when you left me.
Fuck you, Amanda. I hope you fucking think about what you did
life hits us hard, and always in the ways we least expect or wish that it didnt.
I'm sorry about your complications
I learned at a very young age never to trust anyone at all, ever. unless they prove themselves
like my parents didnt do
if you give up and focus on yourself i promise that things do get better
honestly? nothing comes to mind. he was an angry alcoholic for 90% of my life. towards the last two or three years of his life he mellowed out a lot and tried to reach out to me and my sister but we just kinda saw him out of obligation. he got fired from his job because of his alcoholism and his health started failing but he never went to a hospital for it optionally. i'm pretty sure the only thing that kept him alive for the last couple of months was the rare occasions when he would see me and my sister and we barely even cared. now i would pretty much give anything just to be able to say goodbye. he might not have been perfect but he loved us as much as anyone could.
I tried to cut myself and was tackled, meanwhile she was taken away from me to try and calm down. I was in such a state that the only thing I could think to do was call myself stupid and repeatedly punch myself in the head. I would find out later I gave myself a concussion. I got a ride home from my friends mom where I later met up with my girl (I will call her dee for the purpose if this) when she showed up to pack her shit and leave to her friends where she was planning on moving anyway. This was a turning point /b/ i gave texted apologies constantly until she blocked me. Then she would unblock me a few days later and talk then shit would hit true fan again over the phone and block me again. This process continues for a while. Now before I go further there were a few reasons she wanted to leave, mainly we never really had privacy we were cramped in a small upstairs room and had conflicting scheduals. We were both really stressed because we decided to quit drugs together and had trouble saving to get out. Quitting drugs was easier for her than me. I was the one who introduced her to them. I remember a specific instance of me digging through th trash for drugs she through out. I've never felt more disgusted in myself. An as I said we were never left alone so we never got a chance to resolve out arguments without my family butting in. But anyway back to the story cont.
Lets feel together anon.
>living with my granps and sister
>my sister has a different mother thats currently in prison
>my mom lifes in the border and I get to see her in weekends
>dad has a life with a different woman
>visits us after work and leaves quickly
>doesnt matter,best dad ever
>gave me everything I needed,love,attention,details.
>one day he stays longer
>he always rides the bike
>leaves the house
>didnt get to say bye,I was doing something else
>hes severly injured
>at the hospital
>"he didnt make it"
>break,shit all over
>cry more at funeral
>feeling it again cuz bread
Not only are we better than you,funnier than you, have hotter chicks, and warmer weather. It is also not 3 o clock in the morning like you pathetic neack bears.
You have to leave your room.
Just wanted to know seeing its his Birthday and wanted to reminisce about him and what he meant to you, ill back off
i'm usually by my self then people walk up and ask shit like where is farot oho fart i'm asking a guy where warell is and i walik into a fart poop sex me now i gotta talk to this guy
haha, sorry anon. i used to hold a lot of resentment for him and the way he ruined my childhood/adolescence but i've let it go. definitely not the most feelsy story but it feels good to talk about.
It's 9:00a.m where I live. Don't assume we are all Americans. Oh, and enjoy your constant blaring temps. You will need to get used to them for where you are going.
You know that guy died, right?
I posted his obituary/get well page on here when it happened and only like 5 people replied.
Signed his guestbook though, politely.
Sounds like he loved you guys very much and he knew how you felt you are his blood anon, remember his part of you and nothing is truly gone or destroyed just recycled
>man with one foot in the grave
britfag detected. Man i used to watch the hell outa that on uk-tv
I think this is funny and I would do it if I had kids
She was gone with we friend from work. That's where she was staying, at least on the last trip she let me help her move. It's near Christmas now and I get a suprise phone call from her, I apologize for everything, for being unable to quit drugs, for taking too Long to start saving money, for m family, for my anger, my jealousy, after a long talk ahe said something like "it's Christmas I just want to talk to you" she was visiting her family a state away so we just talked and jokes all night long and even watched some tv over phone until she fell asleep. I new it wasnt mean much but it was a start. Then almost suddenly we started hanging out again a few weeks later. She hit me up out I te blue for sex, and just sex she assured me. I was excited so I went all out, cleaned the room took three showers turned on the music channel and covered my tv so only the candles would be lit. This was definitly one of the best acts of sex I've ever had. And after she took a nap on my cheat I woke we up like she asked me too and drove her home. Now we hang out a bit Then while flirting one day we decided to rent a hotel room and just fuck. It was nice the only thin she said was "don't tell me you love me" so I told her I loved Gary (made up guy) instead. So I looke her dead in the eye and said "I love you Gary" and we laughed for hours. It was after that day she told me she was thinking of dating someone. I was understandably upset. Long story short she blew me off one night to date him. She kissed him she said. We ha a huge arguement and she told me she need wanted to talk to me again. I had been sober since October of everything but I was on the verge of suicide I couldn't even sleep. So I called up a friend and bought a gram. It didn't help but at least I wasn't honking about it. I get a call a few days later from dee telling me she didn't like him, and we had an argument and I told her I smoked weed.
anther dad one because mines wasn't around and still cry at night! yay 28 y/o anon.... now im depressed
>how alone you are
this just fucked me right in the soul... The feels hit me immediately when I read this
hopefully this is it if not sorry I couldn't deliver
We worked I out a bit over the next few weeks and started hanging out again. Ididnt tell her about the pot But she was still out doing her own thing and we were still arguing everynight. After one particularly bad one I decided I wasn't going to mope about if she could have fun I could too. So I go out with my buddy A and smoke a bowl and go see a movie. On the way back we get pulled over for a broken tail light, and they smell weed. So I had to spend most of the night in holding because niether would admit to who's it was. That particular week we were doing a lot beter than normal. We were supposed to talk that night. When me and A are finally released my phone was blown up by her so I call her and ask if I could get picked up and would explain later. She said sure as long as it sit drug related. I lied and said it wasn't. So she came and dropped off A and then came to stay at my place. When we laid down I. Bed she told me she had been thinkig and she really does love me. So we talked and asked me if I was being honest with her. So I told we who it snoking weed twice. She instantly got up to leave. (Now I know weed is nothing but to her it represented more, the pills, the rc's all the ectasy and psychedelics the times we would sell shit or dig for money just I get high).She flipped out and told her I broke out promise, I told her she did that when she said she didn't want to talk to me. But she said our trust was broken.
goodnight guys been fun (sad) but I leave you this because I like boobs
huh.... damn it ok last one im out
My aunt died last year from cancer, the first time I tried to say good bye, she forgot what was happening, she was so out of it she was saying "why are you crying anon? What's wrong? I'm not sick" and I couldn't do it, the second time she was barely coherent, I just say there and held her hand, she died a few days later. She's in a better place now. I'll always love and miss her.
I told her I just did it for stress. She left in te morning without saying anything. Again she called me sayin she never wanted to talk. I tried but then my mom comes in and gets mad at all the yelling and trying to fix everything and started butting in on our issues. I finally broke dee left and then I screamed at my mom. I was so stressed and upset I said everything under the sun, far past the I hate you's then she banned dee from comig over. So I ripped a door off my dresser and through it agains the wall leaving a 2 foot hole and slammed the front door off its hinges and went to try to walk to work. I was kicked out of my house now. Not allowed back ever. I called dee for help all I wanted to do was sit and talk. It was just weed and I loved her so much. She wouldn't instead she said she would help the only way she knew how. She called my mom and told her I was suicidal again, the police picked me up on a bridge and forced me to the hospital. In there I called dee and she said she forgave me for everything all those months ago she did love me an she did want to work on it. I went to a mental facility for a week.when I got out I was homeless for all of January except for when a friend opened the door. Even she opened the door and we started talking on those nights, not arguing talking.