[ambroseharte]

Life Goes On.

The death of a childhood friend, awakens thoughts of your own end, You sit awhile and contemplate, the life you’ve lived, what lies in wait. You sit beneath the chestnut tree, outside your school of memory, The football field where you did play, until the night invaded day. Inside the church, where you never go, you light a candle, and watch it glow, The silent church fills you with peace, the tears you held, now find release. You leave the church in the pouring rain, the icy drops, wash away your pain, You are sorry that your friend is gone, but that is life, and life goes on. Ambrose Harte Scattered Thoughts

[sincereconstellation]

I wish I still had a family

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I want to get out of here forever and never look back

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I wish I could go back and warn myself of what was coming

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That was all my fault

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But I fucked that up too didn't I

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I wish he was here instead of all these people, he'd actually take care of us and there'd be no fighting and the house would be clean

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I miss my dad

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Mom left on a trip and left me and Koda with all these fucking losers

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Wowie haven't made a post on here in a while

[horribledrawingsofmylife]

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Uhhghhjj im so mad

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Also now we dont get any dinner tonight because of my idiot fucking sister and my stupid pushover mom letting her take her car all damn day so thats great :))))

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I cant wait to get the hell out of here

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Both of my sisters are dru//ggies and i hate both of them

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My mom: *to my older sister* Get the hell out of here and dont come back

Also my mom: *welcomes my sister back with open arms 2 weeks later - lets her borrow her car all fucking day and do and say whatever the hell she wants*

[letters-that-i-wont-send]

Dear You,

I’ve spent so long searching for the good in you.

When will I realise I’m not going to find it?