u/ibuiltyouarosegarden

Say there’s a dog across the country the easiest way would to get them across the country is by plane. I’m not made for cheddar but I’ll give up what I do have to get them over here. I don’t want them to be euthanized just for lack of room

Even when the moments were bittersweet. I don’t know if traditional sense of special is in this one - but in 8th grade I was very depressed. I had a group of girlfriends and we were all besties who did everything together. I got to a point during the year where I was with them, but became almost mute and I had the constant habit of looking directly at the ground when I was walking, with a really sad face. I didn’t notice it, I knew it was getting bad - here’s the double edged sword - one day I wake up to see online that my friends made a Facebook group saying “We want the old (my name) back” and listed all the reasons why. I’m glad they cared which was nice but it hurt more than anything. It was a public group and they got quite a few people to join. which sucked more

And the truly beautiful one. My room is filled with little things and trinkets, when my nephews were like 5 and 6 they would go into my room while I was at college or working and being everything downstairs to the living room table and make little price tags for them. I would come in the door everyday and have to buy all my stuff back from them 😂😂😂 fucking golden

It’s my sister’s kid. She’s 5. Before she was born and up until 4 (her first seizure) he would yell that epilepsy isn’t real and to “go have another fucking seizure bitch” push me, punch me. I feel like my niece was the one who recieved HIS karma and that breaks my heart I love her so much, as her Auntie I never wanted this for her and I was heartbroken finding out. They say it can skip generations… mom has it, I do, sister doesn’t but skipped her and went to my niece. If he’s fighting with me he will still tell me to go have a seizure when his daughter has epilepsy it’s astounding. I’m just venting sorry guys

Even if something where you’re not in any real danger .. Obviously that’s a trigger for all of us. A month ago I needed to get a new ID (can’t drive yet) and I went to the dmv an hour away from me. I think I needed like 9 points of proof of identification. I had everything except 1, the only one I could get for that point was my college transcript. With my bf, we drive an hour home, grab it, come back (3rd hour) and went to the SAME LADY, in classic angry DMV worker fashion they said no this won’t work go get this paper. Drive an hour home, (4 hours) back to the dmv (5 hours) to be told we needed to make an appointment- at this point it was 2 and had to make it for 4. So we went home and came back at 2 (another 2 hours of driving) and the same lady said the paper was wrong again and the day is over at 4:30 so I would have to come back (first got there at 9AM) and I was so so so stressed out and dizzy from going back and forth with this lady when we left and we’re in the dmv parking lot and I had a seizure from all the stress. Can anyone relate?

Like my sisters bf punched me and I didn’t have a seizure suprisingly like I thought I would have but I didn’t but the dmv made me have one.

7th grade home economics. I did feel bad for the dude because he was a nice teacher. This kid in our class would not stop just fucking around in class like stopping the class and he finally had enough and told him to leave. The kid was walking out when the teacher slammed the door behind him except the kids arm got stuck in between and broke.

Second time there was this crazy kid in my 11th grade study hall who just hauled off and punched my English teacher in the face.

I’m seeing more and more physical violence happening to teachers but it’s not like it wasn’t always there. Now it happens and gets posted on the internet

I’m aware one’s county ones federal. Obviously any trouble is serious but my brother in law is in jail right now and for fucking up again he’s going to prison next week. I think he’s getting sent down to Sing Sing. All I know is they are two different places, through my collective knowledge over my life many people say that jail is like a cakewalk and prison just means you’re fucked in many different ways

Edit: I’m aware about the years and which they would go to, I’m *specifically* asking about treatment in general and from other inmates

let me tell you a story my dad told me happened to his friend when they were like in their twenties. His friends wife went to the doctors (on a Friday) for headaches and nausea and some other symptoms and told her it might be brain cancer and won’t know until the paperwork comes on Monday. She spend the whole weekend absolutely hysterical the whole weekend. Scared shitless. Get this, on Monday the paperwork came back and it turned out she was just pregnant

I had an appointment to talk about my blood tests with my doctor next week. They called yesterday and said it’s really important she needs to see you tomorrow, which is today. I spend the whole day and night completely hysterical like she was going to tell me my blood cells are messed up enough to have it be something serious. She never said why when I talked to her. Like it’s crazy. I already have anxiety jfc

I posted this on another “trying to make a friend” sub. I’m 29. I live in a small town. I still know everybody, and in high school I knew everyone. I had so so so many acquaintances, people i could turn to on the bleachers during gym and talk about nothing. It was the nothing that hurt. Always the nothing. That sucked out my soul. I was so fucking lonely but no one would have ever guessed. I never hung out with anyone outside of school really. I have become a recluse.

I’m saying this from my own personal experience - that when you’re popular - no one ACTUALLY gives a fuck about you … they just want to know your business. That goes for adults, otherwise why bother following anyone in social media? My sister has a Facebook just to see what other people are doing and posting. I tell her comparison is the thief of joy.

I don’t even bother trying to make friends anymore. I’m F 29, I just want someone nice to talk to. Even if they’re on the other side of the earth. I know there’s people who experienced the same or something like it, and it ultimately led to no friendships in adulthood since it all just felt so shallow.

Wanna be friends? …preferably women.. dm me. Much love peace and healing guys 💜🎶🌄

I’m 29. I live in a small town. I still know everybody, and in high school I knew everyone. I had so so so many acquaintances, people i could turn to on the bleachers during gym and talk about nothing. It was the nothing that hurt. Always the nothing. That sucked out my soul. I was so fucking lonely but no one would have ever guessed. I never hung out with anyone outside of school really. I have become a recluse.

I’m saying this from my own personal experience - that when you’re popular - no one ACTUALLY gives a fuck about you … they just want to know your business. That goes for adults, otherwise why bother following anyone in social media? My sister has a Facebook just to see what other people are doing and posting. I tell her comparison is the thief of joy.

I don’t even bother trying to make friends anymore. I’m F 29, I just want someone nice to talk to. Even if they’re on the other side of the earth. I know there’s people who experienced the same or something like it, and it ultimately led to no friendships in adulthood since it all just felt so shallow.

Wanna be friends? …preferably women.. dm me. Much love peace and healing guys 💜🎶🌄

Or still have. Sort of gotten over. My fear was instilled and amped up my whole childhood from my older brother and sister. You know how if you’re in Main Street towns with stores and restaurants, the restaurants would have that metal openings so that they could go downstairs into where they store all the food (can’t think of the actual word) but the ones where some looked so rusty you’d avoid stepping over them because some look sketchy at. They made a point to let it be known there was a group of angry killer clowns that would come up from the basement and chop my head off.