Asking for help is a GOOD thing.

I am seriously using EVERY SINGLE TAG I use for this, because this is important. A cry for help should not EVER be ignored, and the person ASKING for help should never be made to feel like they are somehow LESS for NEEDING that help.

If you are shot, you go to a doctor. If you break an arm or a leg, you go to the doctor. You don’t feel ashamed for needing help THEN, why should you when the pain is INSIDE you? When it is a literally LIFE THREATENING injury/illness? And yes, people, it IS life threatening. Or do you think they were just playing with the noose around their neck? Or the bullet hole in their head? Or maybe the slit wrists and the mountain of fucking pills in their stomach.

SERIOUSLY PEOPLE.

Do you know WHY so many people don’t get the help they need? Because there are dickholes out there who are mocking them. Who dismiss the cries for help as a “phase” until the person finally gets to the point where they think “why bother?”

And then those same assholes have the nerve to say “I don’t understand…what happened?”

YOU happened, asshole. You and the rest of society who have pushed them down one too many times, without even a backwards glance, much less a helping hand to get them back on their feet.

Their blood is on YOUR hands. And don’t you EVER fucking forget it.

 

**Note: To those of you who actually reach out to those who need help, this is NOT directed at you. And please, never change that part of you. We need more people like you.**

First off… no one panic, I’m not suicidal. Yes, I get down and feel like wtf is the point at times. I hate having to work when I know life is short and I’m not happy at my job and I keep thinking.. no one cares. If I died tomorrow, there’d be some poor schmuck […]

via Suicide… 4 words: Listen, I need help! — Kawanee’s Korner

My mother is made of amazing.

She just bought me a laptop. How did I repay her? By singing “The song That Never Ends” until she finally found the button to hang up on me.

Hey, in my defense, the woman tried to kill me last night! See, her doctors told her not to eat red meat anymore. She didn’t realize that BEEF was red meat until yesterday, apparently. So we’re talking about what she eats. She likes hamburgers, which okay, she knew THAT was beef, so it counts as red meat. Then she said she likes Arby’s roast beef.

Me: “That’s red meat too.”
her: “It is?”
me: “Yes…it’s- “
her: “but it’s not beef, it’s roast be-….oh.”

I was choking on AIR. I was still coughing at six am this morning. So yeah. It was justified, even with the laptop!

[Update] Late, but it’s coming!

I know it’s getting late in the day, but I promise, Chapter 2 of When Love Dies is on its way! Just smoothing out some bumps. Also, there will be a (very small) bonus piece tomorrow. A blooper, as it were 😉

Also, in the coming weeks, updates should be more regular. The main reason it’s  taking so long for this part is because I had to rewrite two entire strands for the math class I’m in, plus an assignment for the creative writing class, and an emergency eye doctor visit. Fun times. So much fun.

Kids, I swear…

Okay, so one of my jobs is as a cashier/clerk at a gas station down the road from where I live. The other job is being a nanny to a ten year old and a seven year old. Last week, the ten year old went on a field trip with her school, and got a t-shirt with the name of the trip and everything on it. Saturday, another kid came into the gas station wearing the same t-shirt. Turns out the girl knows the munchkin I take care of.

  Today:
Me: One of your classmates came into my store the other day. I don’t know her name, but she was wearing that Campfire shirt, and she says she knows you.
Her: Was it Taylor?
Me: I don’t know, she didn’t tell me her name.
Her: Did she have blonde hair?
Me: No.
Her: Was it Maddie?
Me: I don’t know her name.
Her: Was it a girl?
Me: Yes, but I don’t know her name.
Her: Was it ____?
Me: *facepalm*

I love this girl, but seriously….

Days 29, 30 & 31: Ugh, Birthday, and ugh again.

Only about a week late, but the page-a-day pledge is over, and I didn’t get as much done as I had hoped. To be fair though, most of the work was editing anyway, and it’s kinda hard to measure that progress.

On Tuesday, I took the day off homework and did some writing in between birthday phone calls/messages. I’m regretting that now, since I’m having to rush up and finish my paper of Psych before tomorrow night, but oh well. Hindsight 20/20 and all that. I did get some ideas sorted out for Etlan, at least.

The 31st was taken up with having to get grocery shopping out of the way, and other errands. I wrote about 500+ words, but it was all homework. 

All in all, I think I failed the pledge, but at least I can say I tried. I think I might try doing a pledge every other week instead of a month long deal. It might be easier to manage around homework and work. We’ll see. Right now, I’m just trying to figure out what to share for Sharing Saturday…

Day 23: do notes count?

Had to work on my coursework instead of actual writing, but if writing notes count, then I’m good. Three pages of handwritten notes before I realized/remembered “Oh, hey…I can print this out!“. So now I have 6 pages of notes that I will most likely copy by hand (just to make sure the info sticks), and I have two days to finish up a weeks worth of classwork in both classes. Wish me luck guys, I think I’m a lil screwed, and I don’t mean in a good way.