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[lil-shorty-juliet-blog]

Totally bored.

Can't you tell?

[bradypuckerman]

God, I love this kid.

[bradypuckerman]

And with this, I am sleeping. 💤

[lil-shorty-juliet-blog]

I'm so bored!

[bradypuckerman]

Why can't I take my own advice?

[bradypuckerman]

Atelophobia

Some nights were worse than others for Brady. He would reach a certain point in his mind where not even suicide seemed liked a good enough answer. At times when he felt like this, he would drive to his safe place: the lacrosse field. Tossing a few balls around always seemed to calm his nerves. But not tonight. Tonight marked 2 years since the death of his best friend, Tyler. As Brady was hitting balls into the net, tears started streaming from his face. His anger was taken out on his lacrosse stick, which he snapped in half. "What am I suppose to do, man?" asked Brady, looking up at the sky as if Tyler would somehow magicly appear to answer all of his questions. "I'm never going to be as good as you. Everyone expects me to follow in your shadows but you're irreplacable. I can't do this anymore." As more tears poured out of Brady's eyes, he noticed a car pull up a couple spaces down from his. He wiped off his face and went back to his game, grabbing another stick from his backseat.

[bradypuckerman]

It's crazy how one baby can turn a guy like me into a major softy.

[bradypuckerman]

Even guys love me.