it was a dark and stormy night... not really, but that night I wish it had been. after being in my head for so long I really needed it. I think the proper place to start this story is when I was fourteen, just starting high school, hopeful and naive. but first, a preface: my mom is a heroin addict and my dad is an alcoholic, both take their frustration out on me, and thunderstorms seemed to be my only refuge. the roaring thunder and pounding rain dampened the sounds of their panicked and angry screams. so, back to freshman year. i'd been struggling with coping for what felt like centuries at this point. trying to find any way to clear my head. and I thought getting into a relationship might help that. I was wrong. I ended up with them in November of freshman year after word got around that we liked each other and after I was finally brave enough to ask them out. but it was a struggle, we stayed together as long as we could, but it was a struggle for both of us. so we ended things in january, after two draining months. I wish I could say that was the end of it, but rumors went flying, and I was constantly shamed from classmates and even teachers for cheating and being abusive I didnt want to be like my parents. So I went cold, I barely showed my face at school, didnt talk to anyone, and I was gone. Until one day. I finally made a friend. I suppose the proper thing to say is that they took pity on me, but someone finally bothered to try to see through the rumors and get to know me. even though it was their choice I didn’t want to bother them, I still kept my head down, avoiding everyone out of habit. And my inner demons came alive. Now I had someone that cared about me, I had someone to disappoint. I had to say goodbye. my parents were never coherent anyway, so I never bothered to say anything to them. I said goodbye to my few friends I had because of my significant other, and finally I said goodbye to them, too. But they never heard any of it, I left it on my phone, which no one knew the password to except me. If no one bothered to ask, I would have seemed like just a quiet kid, not someone at risk of suicide. No one knew and I kept it that way. So on the night of October 26th I made my decision. It was the clearest, stillest, most silent night you’ve ever seen, all I could hear was my parents bickering and hitting each other, accompanied by the occasional scream of bloody murder as weapons were drawn. Whatever. So there I stood, a bottle of poisonous pills in hand ready to end it all. ending one (sad ending) ending two (happier ending)

why cant i log in to the war site??

how much are iron days sales? anyone know?

No, I'm not really sure what it means, but then again it's one in the morning

dammmit tanki why???? either way 45% is enough for me to get hammer

That was so sexist I swear man you must really hate women

OMFG I DIED

pic 2 i was waiting to rank, i was nearing the end of my tanki career. suddenly, thankfully, amazingly, my favorite sound in the world went off. i went to the gold, hoping and praying i wouldn't die, as i am only a wasp, preying on others, taking advantage. i hoped i would take the gold, the perfect end to my day. i reared up, lifting myself, and i felt AMAZING as i touched the gold then my heart dropped. i was paralyzed with dread, in a state of horror i died a bit inside and i havent been the same since. 100 words.

Over 1000 lol 1003

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i was gonna be a butcher but im actually a vegetarian

Only on Thursdays. What was that?

Eighty 80

919 daaaamn this is so unfair to girls xDDD