“I see the tree down. About 15 feet from the tree, I see him lying face down, bleeding out of his mouth, not breathing. He was unconscious at the time,” said Colin Price, a friend. “We knew that nobody was coming right away, so we had to do our best to keep him alive until help arrived.”
Tears fucking everywhere.
Things are strange here. Static and blank. I think I have had a mental block on everything, my wild imagination has been quiet for days which is highly unusual. I constantly feel inadequate and juvenile. I forget how to make small talk and stay up too late. I want things that I cannot fathom.
I need to come home.
I can’t get over how adorable this is.“Damian, share!”
“No!”
“Uh, guys, I’m ripping at my seam.”
Off to Annapolis.
When I try to think, there are ten different voices trying to be heard, and twenty different feelings begging to be acknowledged.
I am not sure how to handle them.
by Dick (age 25 ¼)
This makes me incredibly happy every time I see it.
I need to sit and just be.
It was all just a wealth of wasted time.
