luke taught me how to cock a gun last night. i wish there was some amazing heroic story to go with that...but theres not. just me luke and his brother noah shooting airsoft guns at each other.
i wonder why everyone wants this huge story on their obituary. in my opinion you should do everything you can to make the people in your life feel respected and loved and cherished. because one day they wont be here.
a kid shot himself on christmas. while we opened gifts we expected. i dont know him, but i am sad and confused about it. i think it was one of those things that you just know that you know youre gonna be connected to somehow.
what if that had been my dad? what if i didnt come down here this weekend and i never saw him again?
what if what if what if. people say those are fantasies that will never happen. i disagree completely. i question everything. its the only way you learn. not at school or in text books. you learn by asking and doing.
so ask someone how they are truly doing today. truly not thhe surface. if theyre pissed let them shoot an airsoft gun at you, then go to starbucks and talk. if you are the down one, call someone and open up. i know its terrifying to do that. but if anything, leave an anonymous comment here and talk to me. there really are people who care...i am learning that now (thanks david v.)
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