It’s tough when you’ve made a fallacious decision. All sorts of terrible; life-changing things happen! Your feelings about life changed. anda find it difficult to mend the situation, and atau know anda can’t adjust it. anda beg and plead to redo everything, but that’s life, it happened for a reason.
My father’s been drinking as long as I can remember. He’d drink about seven bottles of bir everyday when he got back from work. I’ve told him once in awhile about how concerned I am about his drinking, especially how dangerous it is when consumed too much, and his response was always the same, “I’m a grown man, and ill manage my own life!” Always hurt me a bit every time he berkata that.
At times he’ll get too drunk and be furious and just not himself! It’ll get formidable at times. Then when he grew ill and had to get treated for Alcohol Poisoning, it didn’t matter to me nor shock me! My father’s been at the Memorial Hospital for about a week now. My mother has been visiting my father every hari since he’s been there, and every time before she leaves, she always asks me to accompany her, and every time, I reply with an angry “No!” and storm off to my room. Then one hari she came back late from the hospital crying, I couldn’t interpret her sobs but then instantly I hear her mutter, “It w-a-as too l-late for y-your father, he’s g-gone.” For the reason of “love” I cried for days, and grew much oppressed. Then through my long days of depression I started to think about the last time I confronted and spoke with my father. Maybe I should have gone to see him! I should have told him that I loved him! Ugh! Maybe I should have tried to help him stop drinking; I could have prevented his death from coming early! It’s my fault for not making a big deal about his drinking! I should of kept pushing and not of diberikan up! All I thought was grief and woe. Now, he’s probably standing on Hell’s door mat. Obviously, he wasn’t the best dad in the world, but he’s still my father no matter where he is.
My last tear rolled down my red cheeks as I thought about the horrible things about my father. It’s horrible that he ended up this way though! I cinta him! Even though he wasn’t perfect I admit that I do regret my selfish decisions that came over me every time my mother asked me to go visit him.
My father’s been drinking as long as I can remember. He’d drink about seven bottles of bir everyday when he got back from work. I’ve told him once in awhile about how concerned I am about his drinking, especially how dangerous it is when consumed too much, and his response was always the same, “I’m a grown man, and ill manage my own life!” Always hurt me a bit every time he berkata that.
At times he’ll get too drunk and be furious and just not himself! It’ll get formidable at times. Then when he grew ill and had to get treated for Alcohol Poisoning, it didn’t matter to me nor shock me! My father’s been at the Memorial Hospital for about a week now. My mother has been visiting my father every hari since he’s been there, and every time before she leaves, she always asks me to accompany her, and every time, I reply with an angry “No!” and storm off to my room. Then one hari she came back late from the hospital crying, I couldn’t interpret her sobs but then instantly I hear her mutter, “It w-a-as too l-late for y-your father, he’s g-gone.” For the reason of “love” I cried for days, and grew much oppressed. Then through my long days of depression I started to think about the last time I confronted and spoke with my father. Maybe I should have gone to see him! I should have told him that I loved him! Ugh! Maybe I should have tried to help him stop drinking; I could have prevented his death from coming early! It’s my fault for not making a big deal about his drinking! I should of kept pushing and not of diberikan up! All I thought was grief and woe. Now, he’s probably standing on Hell’s door mat. Obviously, he wasn’t the best dad in the world, but he’s still my father no matter where he is.
My last tear rolled down my red cheeks as I thought about the horrible things about my father. It’s horrible that he ended up this way though! I cinta him! Even though he wasn’t perfect I admit that I do regret my selfish decisions that came over me every time my mother asked me to go visit him.
Many people feel that cinta hurts...that it's only gonna bring pain and sadness. But to tell anda the truth...love won't do that. cinta is when everything is perfect and no matter how bad your hari is anda still find a reason to smile because anda feel like anda have the most amazing person in your life. Yeah anda may be going through some problems in this relationship but let me tell anda something...Love conquers all. No matter how bad the situation is anda can get through it together. Don't let a silly little argument atau what anyone says about your relationship go in front of your judgement on your own relationship. And I'm going to give saran to those people who lost someone and sees that person with someone else...Listen if anda truly loved them anda would let them be happy with whoever. Don't interfere. anda will be happy and so will they. And plus it will give anda peace at mind. Dream Big. cinta Forever. Live like today is your last day
my problem is that my parents don't understand me well , and I don't see my bigger sister
i have a little sister , but i can't relate to her , and i have an older brother who helps me a lot but not enough.
i'm always depressed and i just listen to music all the time , actually music helps me a lot to express my anger , sadness , happiness .
i really Love Avril Lavigne because she is the only person who helped me in hard time , her music is so inspiring And meaningful .
and then , i have you fanpop users , you are my only family , my only friends , and my only hope.
so , please tell me what can i do to get rid of the negativity .
Thanks for your time,
Tamara