This is a pretty sappy
I fell in love with this beautiful girl whos name I can' t
say. She was beautiful, understood me perfectly, and we
got along just fine. We hung out almost all the time.
We were inseperable. She made me the happiest
person on this planet. She looked up to me one day
and said she loved me like brother which that made
me as happy as I would ever get.
But on December 30th, 2010 me and her got into this stupid
argument on Yahoo about money issues. She signed out and
knowing that this is all my fault I signed out and over the
course of the day I dove into a deep depression.
That night I took a .38 caliber revolver and
pulled the hammer back. I placed it to the back of my head.
All I thought about was how I did this how I fucked up my
senior year because of a dumb mistake. I was so stressed
out and depressed (long family history of mental issues,
at high risk of several) that I didnt see any other way out. I
couldve twitched and ended my life. But I had a sudden
impulse to call my best friend Nick and just hearing his
voice made me stop.
I hid this from everyone, he didnt even know what has
happening when I called him. I tried my damndest to act
like nothing had happened.
Then Monday, January rrd I saw her walking up the
sidewalk outside highschool. I decided I was going to talk to
her and see what had gone wrong. But as I got closer she
turned and yelled "Get the fuck away from me" and started
to run towards the schools door.
I dropped to the ground and started bawling my eyes out.
Someone who considered me their brother labeled me a
stalker and a terrible person I was in shambles I could
barely catch my breath.
The teachers made me go to the social worker where
they asked if i was suicidal. I replied honestly and 3
hours later I was in a crisis center about 100 miles
away from my home. I spent 8 days locked up in that
hole alone. I called it my own little slice of Vorkuta.
There I saw her, I talked to her, I heard her voice
constantly. Telling me that this was all my fault,
telling me nothing is going to get better. All the
psychologists diagnosed me with Skitzophrenia and
Manic Depression. Every single hour I was there was
an hour I spent listening to her voice. I didnt sleep.
It was impossible.
When I returned all of my friends and family were
waiting on me to give me one hell of a welcome but I
was still lost in the depression
Not even the medicine I got helped me, and school
just made it worse. Ever minute I saw her for real
this time she just gave me this cold, unforgiving
stare. It was hell, still is in fact.
I guess it was the begining of Feburary I decided to sign up
for Funnyjunk because the content, reposts or not, always
gave me a good laugh and eased the pain of depression, but
not enough to change anything. I began to have suicidal
thoughts again the same night I posted Lady Dialga just
because I didnt want to have an empty page.
When I woke up the next morning, have made plans to
execute myself I checked Funnyjunk to see it had made top
funny. I was suprised and more or less started laughing my
ass off. I couldnt belive that just this random ass post made
top in one night, it didnt last long but i didnt care. I was so
happy and I just browsed Funnyjunk all day leaveing my
trademark Grammar Spetznaz everywhere.
After browseing all day I realized, if it wasnt for Lady Dialga
and everyone who viewed and commented I would be dead
So this is for you Funnyjunk and everyone who posts and
comments on it and to everyone thats subscribed, favorited,
commented and viewed my content you' ll never know how
much I apreciated and respect you all. So thank you
For giving me hope, and saveing my life.