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The primal urge to punch someone at workbecause they are stupid but you can't because you have to be a grown up and you have mouths to feed......plus your stomach is recovering from surgery and can't fight anyone til next year when you are all healed.....

#ffuuu ckkkkkk #aint this some shit #societial norms of not punching people sucks #making punching people normal again to stop idiotic behavior

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BELT ON MY WRISTS!!

BRUTHA MAANNN

My dad died in September.

Its been several months now and people keep asking me if I'm ok but I'm not. I probably won't ever be and thats life. I've lost him while I was too young. But he was a older man when I was brought into this world.

I knew from a young age I would lose him sooner than other people would lose their parents. I just never imagined a tough man like him dying. I always imagined that God would have to come down and escort him personally.

I make dark humor jokes to suppress the sadness but at the same time it still hurts. All the things Im doing and trying to achieve, I cant show him anymore. He isnt there to see my achievements and how I want to make him proud. To let him know that I made it and that his son isn't a fuck up. It was long and hard but I finally made it and he isnt here to see it......

I want to take the time out to apologize to the guy in the bar the night I crushed your skull. It wasn't meant to be intentional and I certainly didn't mean to hurt you the way I did but I needed to get the hurt of my system and you just wouldn't leave the waitress alone. So I took advantage of my position as a bouncer and hurt you. Im sorry.

I hope to be as fearless as my father was one day. He never truly feared anything. Or atleast not from what I could tell. Death didn't bother him at all, he always said its the living that are the assholes you gotta worry about.

I carried his corpse out to the medical transport the night he died. I wouldnt let anyone touch him. I wanted his final moments to be in the arms of someone who cared and loved him.

He carried me into life and I carried him into death.

I know thats the transaction that is supposed to be made but I didn't want to pay the toll. I wanted longer.

#dead dads club #fuck it #Definitely need therapy but im broke so alcohol will do

I just hate sleeping anymore. I'd rather stay awake if I could but I know I can't. I used to value sleep in the military. On the hardest and longest of days that would stretch for several nights in a row I would would always tell myself. Don't worry your bed is waiting for you.

Long months of training and being deployed I valued my bathroom that much more. The cleanliness of washing away the muck and grime like a sinner being cleansed for the first time.

I find solitude in those simple things and at the same time I despise them because I know what they mean and how they became valuable to me.

#eh