What still and will always haunt you?
For me it is the death of my brother in 2007 to an IED in Iraq...he didn't want to be there...not after it had become apparent that it was all a ruse to make US Oil companies rich. I will never trust another Republican administration...to all those who lost loved ones in that fucking place..I hope one day we can bring all our soldiers home.
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Lol akkways I hate my kindle..I just fat fingered that lol.
Please don't make fun of me but the death of my little dog named Tucker. This happened back in 2013 and he was only 3 years old. It's funny how attached you could get to a dog. So anyways I was with my older brother to go take him and my other small dog to go use the bathroom when some stray Yorkie dog scared Tucker, I also had a third dog who was a pit bull who didn't like Tucker, so the stray yorkie dog ran right past Tucker scaring him into my backyard with the pit bull, by this point I can already sense something bad was going to happen. My brother was the first to go back there and try to stop it, I saw my pit bull chase Tucker around I was quickly trying to get there and help my brother, but it wasn't enough, my pit bull eventually got to Tucker and bite him in his neck hard, I was screaming to top of my lungs for my parents to get out here, I can hear Tucker crying in pain and I even tried to bite my pit bull in hopes to get her to stop, but it didn't work, eventually my parents got them to separate and I can see Tucker shaking, my dad rushed him onto our table and I was just screaming hysterically, crying and so was my mom. This was the first time I've seen my mom cry the way she did, Tucker eventually died of his wounds and we got rid of our pitbull the next day before he got to our other small dog Parker who is still with us. I think about Tucker he was like a brother in a dog's body, he went went me and my brother everywhere, always energetic, full of life and he was really small and adorable. I miss him to this day and that was 3 or 4 years ago when I was 11 years old.
I also notice a change of behavior among my other dog (Parker) ever since Tucker died he isn't as playful anymore, Im sure he misses his brother/playmate just as much as we do.
That is so traumatic for an 11 year old.
It was, I was depressed for a year, I still find myself having a teary eye when I see old pictures of him. But the worst feeling was that I felt like that could have been prevented, had my dad listened to my mom when she told him to get rid of the pitbull before she hurts Tucker more (That wasn't the first time Tucker got attacked) I believe he would still be with us, and then It happened so perfectly, like the random stray dog just popped out nowhere. Like it was meant to happen.
Of course he does.
And Also I am sorry about your brother.
that's horrible. :c i know i'd be terrified if something like that happened with any of my dogs.
Yeah, but I made peace with his death and it also made me more caution with Parker, but I'm going to also appreciate the time with him as much as I can because he is 7 years old now (both him and Tucker were the same age) and I know he is going to eventually go and It's probably going to strike me much more harder.
Saw the aftermath of my friend's violent death. We were at cross country practice and she decided to listen to music while running (a big no-no). She didn't hear a truck coming and was blindsided at an intersection. Her head got the wiorst of it and she died instantly.
I was always a good bit slower than her and got there a bit after one of the coaches found her, but before the EMTs got there. I only looked for a second, but got an eyeful. Anyone who's ever seem a bad car on pedestrian collision probably knows what I'm talking about. What really sucks is that when I remember her, that image and the image of her lying in a casket is what first comes to mind. Some other people on the team saw it too, including kids much younger than I was. Her brother's reaction to it is something I won't soon forget either. He became a different person entirely, though we're still on friendly terms.
She would've graduated college last year. It's amazing to think how she lost her life to such a stupid little mistake.
akkways.......akkways....
Please fix that shit.
My insomnia was a big thing in my life when I was in primary school and my 1st year in high school.
That point in my life I had nightmares a lot more than the average person, I never told anyone. Even though the nightmares where silly they were terryfying for to me.
I'd be scared to go sleep.
I'd cry even if I felt tired, I still get those nightmares a lot now but my Insomnia isn't that big
I will akkways be haunted by choosing the soup over the salad. :P
I don't really think I've done anything that haunts me, per say. I try to not have regrets and have my mistakes shape me into a better person, but the one regret I do have is when I had a 3 week old lab/retriever mix and I was nowhere NEAR ready for a puppy. I probably still am not to this day. I rushed into the decision and it's one of the very few memories that I look back on and get sad about. She was doing all the normal things a puppy does, pooping on the carpet, keeping me up all night, and barfing in the car. I had her for about one week and I was extremely sleep deprived. I got so mad at her, screaming, pushing her away and I'm a fucking jackass for doing it. I know she didn't know any better and the whole situation was 100% my fault for rushing into the situation. Thankfully, my Mom was able to find her a loving home with 3 young kids so I'm at ease knowing she's growing up with a family and has plenty of attention. The experience was a learning experience, no doubt. But the fact I screamed at her so much and pushed her away I hate, because I LOVE animals so much, especially dogs. Like I said, my consolation lies in knowing she's now in a loving home.
My mental problems haunt me. There have been plenty of good people that I've driven off because of them.
I'm sorry to hear about your brother's fate.
What will always stay and haunt me was when I learned about my father's death. He lived in Aguadilla, Puerto Rico. Me and my mom were going to Puerto Rico for Christmas. We got into a rental car and we were going to a hotel. But then my mom got a phone call. She started crying and then she looked at me with tears running down her face. She told me my father was dead. He was 34 years old and died of cancer in his leg. But what's even more scary is that a couple years later my mom picked me up from school. I had probably the best day of school in my life and then it all changed. I saw my mom look at me with tears running down her face just like when my father died. And she told me that my grandfather died from cancer. These both happened when I was pretty young and i'll never forget it.
Also i'm very sorry about your brother.
Did I bury them deep enough. Haunts me. Maybe I should've used some rocks as a cover.
I'm sorry about your loss
It drives home the fact....life is a fleeting moment of time and you have to do the best you can.
Thank you.
Fuck man, its way too early for an existential crisis.
You are such a noob...the key is preparation....See I would have already buried an old time refrigerator in a field....taken the guy or gal I was going to murder to said field and make then unbury it...make them lay down and then close it...it locks and then they get a texas funeral and no methane escapes from their decomposing body. It is fool proof.
The death of dog. I will never forget the day I came home and found him lying in his cage barley alive, we rushed him to the vet but he died in my mom's arms before we could get there. Come to find out he had an un diagnosed heart condition the vet never told us about.
Oh my...
Deaths over silly little things BOTHER ME NO WHY
I am really sorry though, Max. May she rest in peace.
Sorry about your brother. I once lost one too.
He was only 2 weeks old, but then he got sick and he wasn't lucky.
That'll always haunt me.
Infantry Rifles...was in a Humvee when the road just blew up. The insurgents had buried a 155mm shell under it.
That is fucking horrible I am so sory if somebody ever makes fun of this I hope they get punched in the face for that.
I love my dog I don't want to imagen what I would do if my dog dies or get killed
I've had insomnia most of my life. Still do, actually. Well anyway, when I was 15, my dog had gotten sick one day and had thrown up on my bed, so I chose to sleep on the couch downstairs. At around 2 a.m., I heard a strange noise that had woken me up. That was when I noticed that there were two men robbing my house. I pretended to be asleep until they left, and my heart was pounding very hard whenever they would walk by me. After they left, I went upstairs into my parent's bedroom and bawled my eyes out. It was a pretty frightening experience, and now that I'm an adult, I make sure to keep my apartment door locked unless I have to use it, because to this day I'm still frightened at the possibility of it happening again.
Omg...that is horrifying.
Kennys death
My poor decisions
Catholicism and it's flavor of mindfuck/repression/guilt. I speak of my mom's side of the family, whose parents were pretty hardcore conservative Catholic. I could vomit up a good essay, but I'm not gonna bore with a TLDR. I don't lay the dysfunction entirely at Catholicism's feet, but IMO it was the stick used to keep everyone in line, to varying degrees of success.
In fairness, I went to pretty good schools. But the sex ed. Catholic sex ed, man. What the shit. Thank Satan that all bounced off
Definitely. She had a very happy life and I'm thankful for that.
Thanks. Now I always remind people to stay alert when they go out running or something like that. Lots of people die to that.
Thanks. Now I always remind people to stay alert when they go out running or something like that. Lots of people die to that.
But sir... I was talking about my money, dollars, Washingtons and Franklins, Queens and Bordens.
I hide them from my greedy family.
Yeah, that is amazing!
Another one, plenty gory but not as depressing as last time.
A friend and I were going to a gun show, when we were flagged down by this old guy standing on the side of the road. He explained that he'd crashed his motorcycle and couldn't make it to the hospital on his own and asked us to call 911. Then, he showed us his arm. Remember how Bigby's arm looked in the episode after Bloody Mary broke it? Yeah, it was like that but maybe a bit worse. the bone was out and damaged and I think skin and a bit of muscles/tendons was all that kept it intact. I almost blew chunks right there and my friend turned deathly pale.
The guy didn't seem real phased by it. He was clearly in some pain, but could carry out a conversation just fine. We decided against doing anything to the arm (nerves and veins.could be damaged) and instead just kept him talking and warm to prevent shock. So we ended up having a nice conversation about motorcycling while we waited for the ambulance to get there. It was surreal.
I kinda wonder if he was able to keep the arm or regain full usage. I doubt it, but medical science can do great things.
Jesus, Max. You've seen some shit.