YOU AND ME SHOULD GO OUTSIDE AND BEAT 'EM BEAT 'EM BEAT 'EM BEAT 'EM BEAT 'EM BEAT 'EM
ALL PATHETIC FLAG-WAVING IGNORANT GEEKS
AND WE'LL EAT 'EM EAT 'EM EAT 'EM EAT 'EM EAT 'EM EAT 'EM
I feel like people just post the suicide hotline number to salve their own conscience or make people think they gave a shit.
It's like "Hey I don't know you or really care that you wanna take yourself out but I did something by posting the hotline number. See?! I totally care. Not my problem anymore."
I didn't do anything like that, just got really fucked up and then one of the younger guys that we knew got way too drunk and threw up all over the bathroom floor.
My grandma's funeral was a couple days before my cousin's birthday and we decided to get ripped on Everclear/vodka trashcan punch and Everclear margaritas at the birthday party to drown our sorrows.
My fifteen-year-old ass wasn't prepared. That was the day I tried to run down a halfpipe.