YOU KNOW WHAT REALLY IRKS ME ABOUT AUSTRALIANS
THEY CALL MCDONALDS “MACCAS”
you drongos dont understand ok. we go to the servo for fuel, we go to maccas for burgers and we go to the bottle-o for grog.
Wait, what the hell is grog?
i feel like somebody insulted me in a foreign language and then continued to insult me even though i don’t understand
I hear that phrase a lot. It’s said everywhere. To tell the people you care about the most that you appreciate them, and what they mean to you. While it’s obviously rewarding, I find that it’s repetitive and redundant to do every day, and it’s easy to overlook it because of that. However, take it from me. Do it.
Tell the people you care about what they mean to you. Any chance you get, compliment them deeply. Tell them you love their ambition, what they’re doing, that they inspire you, that they make you strive to be better as a person. Tell them you care about them and they’ve influenced you. It makes things better. It reminds me them that they’re good.
It’s been over a half a year since my cousin committed suicide, and I want to tell him that I love him. I want to tell him how much he’s influenced me. It’s because of his death that I understand the importance of telling people you love how much they mean to you; only now, when it’s too late to say it. I won’t get that chance to tell him. That hurts me, every day.
Make it a goal to tell someone that. A family, friend, co-worker, acquaintance - remind someone that their life is valuable.
I’m struggling lately. Getting out of bed becomes increasingly difficult. I have the urge to cry but can never actually succeed. People tell me this is depression, but it isn’t. I see the end in sight. I know how this ends. I know I can lift myself out of this, but I don’t know how yet. I don’t know how to come to terms.
I envy the people who can happily say shallow things like “I can’t get drunk tonight, FML”. My life is more of a, “I have to shoot down any hope before it arises because reality doesn’t allow this kind of shit to happen”. It’s more of a “survive or you’ll never get the chance to actually live”.
I know it gets better. It still hurts, though.