It’s tough when you’ve made a fallacious decision. All sorts of terrible; life-changing things happen! Your feelings about life changed. wewe find it difficult to mend the situation, and au know wewe can’t adjust it. wewe 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 bia 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 alisema 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 siku 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 siku 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 aliyopewa 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 upendo 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 bia 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 alisema 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 siku 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 siku 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 aliyopewa 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 upendo 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 upendo hurts...that it's only gonna bring pain and sadness. But to tell wewe the truth...love won't do that. upendo is when everything is perfect and no matter how bad your siku is wewe still find a reason to smile because wewe feel like wewe have the most amazing person in your life. Yeah wewe may be going through some problems in this relationship but let me tell wewe something...Love conquers all. No matter how bad the situation is wewe can get through it together. Don't let a silly little argument au what anyone says about your relationship go in front of your judgement on your own relationship. And I'm going to give advice to those people who Lost someone and sees that person with someone else...Listen if wewe truly loved them wewe would let them be happy with whoever. Don't interfere. wewe will be happy and so will they. And plus it will give wewe peace at mind. Dream Big. upendo 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