I’m gonna rise up, I’m gonna kick a little ass I’m gonna kick some ass in the USA Gonna climb a mountain, gonna sew a flag Gonna ride on an eagle I’m gonna kick some butt, gonna drive a big truck I’m gonna rule this world, I’m gonna kick some ass I’m gonna rise up, I’m gonna kick a little ass Rock, flag, and eagle
oh, early seasons of it’s always in philadelphia. how i love and miss you.
Dude, I was on yesterday…or this morning, with my little sad post. I will provide descriptions, since you asked. I think you posted your ‘09 favorites, so I’ll be sure to read them :) I may do a movies post as well.
But right now I have to order/pick up pizza, so I’ll do it in a bit…not like I’m going anywhere tonight.
This teaches me to come on here at odd hours of the night.
I actually did prevent a very good friend from killing herself years ago, back when we were juniors in high school. She had called me, frantic, since her parents had discovered her secret stash of love notes she’d written to this girl she had a crush on in school. At the time, neither she nor I fully understood that she was a lesbian (she is fully out of the closet today) and she was so afraid of how her parents would react.
Her method of choice was swallowing poisonous substances, i.e. household cleaning products. She had called me at a friend’s house, knowing that I am almost always there after school. I have never, ever cried or begged for something so hard in my entire life. I didn’t feel like a hero. I felt gutted and so hollow. I hated how she told our friends what I did; I hated hearing them “congratulate” me the following day.
It’s still a very painful memory for me and I don’t even know how to feel about this situation on here that I’m just now reading about. I don’t know this person, so I can’t say what his or her motivations are. But there is a huge difference between a cry for help and a cry for attention.