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Before you can grow up, you must fall in love three times. Once, you must fall in love with your bestfriend, ruining your friendship forever. This will teach you who your true friends are, and the fine line between friendship and more. Once you must fall in love with someone you believe is perfect. You will learn that no one is perfect, and that you should never be treated as anything less than you deserve. And once, you must fall in love with someone that is exactly like you. This will teach you about who you are, and who you want to be. And when you’re through with all that, you learn that the people who care about you the most are the ones that you hurt, and the ones that hurt you are the ones that needed you the most. But most of all, you learn that love is only a concept and is not something that can be defined, it is different to each and every person on this earth, knowing that everyone only wants to be loved.

Dale could get under your skin. He sure got under mine, because he wasn’t afraid to say exactly what he thought- how he felt. That kind of honesty is rare and brave. Whenever I’d make a decision, I’d look at Dale. He’d be looking back at me with that look he had. We’ve all seen it one time or another. I couldn’t always read him, but he could read us. He saw people for who they were. He knew things about us. The truth. Who we really are. In the end, he was talking about losing our humanity. He said this group was broken. The best way to honor him is to unbreak it. Set aside our differences and pull together, stop feeling sorry for ourselves. Take control of our lives, our safety, our future. We’re not broken. We’re gonna prove him wrong. From now on we’re gonna do it his way. That is how we honor Dale.
/Rick Grimes, Walking Dead

My legs are dangling off the edge,
The bottom of a bottle is my only friend,
I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone,
My legs are dangling off the edge,
A stomach full of pills didn't work again,
I think I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone.

Gone too far and yeah I'm gone again,
It's gone on too long, tell you how it ends,
I'm sitting on the edge with my 2 best friends,
Ones a bottle of pills, ones a bottle of gin,
20 stories up, yeah I'm up at the top,
I'll polish off this bottle, now it's pushing me off,
Asphalt to me has never looked so soft,
I bet my momma found my letter, now shes calling the cops,
I gotta take this opportunity before I miss it,
'Cause now I hear the sirens and they're off in the distance,
Believe me when I tell you that I've been persistent,
'Cause I'm more scarred, more scarred than my wrist is,
I've been trying too long, with too dull of a knife,
But tonight I made sure that I sharpened it twice,
I never bought a suit piece for my life,
But when you go to meet god, you know you wanna look nice.

So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow, yeah I'll see you tomorrow.

My legs are dangling off the edge,
The bottom of a bottle is my only friend,
I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone,
My legs are dangling off the edge,
A stomach full of pills didn't work again,
I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.

Hit the sky, there goes the light, no more sun, why's it always night?
When you can't sleep, well, you can't dream,
When you can't dream, well, whats life mean?
We feel a little pity, but don't empathize,
The old are getting older, watch a young man die,
A Mother and a Son and someone you know,
smile at each other and realise you don't
You don't know what happened to that kid you raised,
What happened to the Father, who swore he'd stay?
I didn't know 'cause you didn't say,
Now Momma feels guilt, now Momma feels pain,
When you were young, you never thought you'd die,
Found that you could but too scared to try,
You looked in the mirror and you said goodbye,
Climb to the roof and see if you could fly.

So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow, yeah I'll see you tomorrow.

My legs are dangling off the edge,
The bottom of a bottle is my only friend,
I think I'll slit my wrists again and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone,
My legs are dangling off the edge,
A stomach full of pills didn't work again,
I'll put a bullet in my head and I'm gone, gone, gone, gone.

I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky,
Like a bird so high,
Oh I might just try,
I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky,
Like a bird so high,
Oh I might just try,
Oh I might just try.

/ "Bullet" Hollywood Undead

Tack som fan för att du bara låter mig försvinna!
Jag trodde vi lovade varann att inte radera minnena men ändå så vart jag än tittar har du tagit bort allt som betydde något för mig. Jag förstår inte vad du vill. Vad har jag gjort för att få behöva förlora allting ännu en jävla gång!?
Jag var så jävla lycklig med dig sen krossade du mitt hjärta, men jag ställde mig upp igen och förstod varför du gjorde det men den här gången ser jag ingen jävla anledning till att du gör det igen. Nu har jag ingenting kvar.
Du kan dra åt helvete. bry dig inte om att försöka kontakta mig något mer.
Ursäkta mig men jag ska gå ut och döda någon nu.

Jag älskar hur allt bara skiter sig hela tiden. I början så tycker man att allt bara suger och man bara sitter där i ett hörn och mår skit. Men efter att ha levt i skit konstant sen man var fyra vänjer man sig. även om skiten från när man var fyra bara var att nån unge kallade en för bajs eller något och dängde en hink i ansiktet på en så var det ju fortfarande skit. men sen typ att nån slår en medvetslös eller kastar dig igenom en fönsterruta eller bara förstör för en allmänt. Till sist vänjer man sig över att allt är skit och hur man bara hatar allt. jag finner det skitkul att vart jag än går finns det folk som gör vad som helst för att trycka ner mig. Och när folk väl inte försöker trycka ner mig blir det alltid som värst.