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.
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
It’s been a shitty week.
First, my surgery was pushed back two weeks because of this damn cold I managed to pick up somewhere.
Then, my mom was supposed to come visit, but that fell through. She’s still planning on visiting, but I don’t know when that’s going to happen.
Then the kids both ended up sick, and some news we were expecting never came in. So we’re still waiting on that. I messed up an assignment because of the rigamaroll that was going on with mom’s travel plans, and just. Ugh. It’s been a mess.
Pretty much the only good thing so far was going to see Guardians of the Galaxy 2, and even that was a bit blah, because really, Marvel? REALLY?! That was a dick move.
Oh yeah, and The Sims: Parenthood. But overall, this week is blah. And I am so done with it. Three weeks of coughing, people. It’s been THREE weeks!
The surgery was postponed til June 7th, but since I am still coughing, I’m not sure what they’re going to do. This is driving me insane. I want it done and over with, dammit!
Ugh, oh yeah, AND I forgot to update “Say ‘No’ to Zombies.” Sorry about that guys. I might update on Saturday, and then on Monday. We’ll have to see. I’m trying to make sure I stay a couple chapters ahead, but I’ve been so busy with school and work and games, I think I might be a little behind.
I know it got a little dusty here, but I had to fix formatting issues. All done. Also Day 5 of “Say ‘No’ to Zombies!” should be posted later today. I have no idea when ‘When Love Dies’ will get an actual update. Zombies has kinda took over my muse. Fickle thing, she is…
–Edited to fix formatting issue.–
If you’re reading this, either we’ve all survived or you found this in a room scattered with dead bodies, and I am among them.
If I’m not, you know, sneaking up behind you right now. I don’t know how this crap started or how it spreads, so it’s entirely possible that I am not fully dead, in which case…oops?
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!
For those of you who are following along with ‘When Love Dies‘, this mostly applies to you.
Due to school, work, new health issues, and time zone differences between my betas and I, I am going to have to move posting to every other week. Sorry, but there is just too much on my plate to do this every week.
I am also changing the formatting of the posts. I didn’t think about it when I first started posting, but with the chapters being a couple pages each, it really takes up a lot of room on the page. So now, there will be a highlight section – as it were – and then the “Read More” cut.
Hopefully these changes will work out for the better for everyone involved.
Until Saturday…take care everyone.
Sorry for the delay everyone. Here is part 1 of Chapter 2.
His nostrils flared. “It means you have measured me by your crooked stick and have found me wanting. Tell me, Mother, do you know what this—” He showed me his middle finger. “means?”
Sorry guys. Had a long day yesterday and kinda passed out early, and stayed passed out for most of the day. No work was done yesterday, but I am trying to make up for it today. Fingers crossed, I’ll get chapter eleven finished, and get to work on twelve.