Erin8999999

(This story is for my brother. He committed suicide on March 29th, 2016. I changed the names of characters but everybody in the story is based on a real person.)   “Trigger” "Prelude"   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ From Spiral Part II (Godsmack) a song   I feel rain pouring down I wait to rot away Live again Here forever The spiral never ends (*So this is supposed to be a drawing but apparently Deviantart won't even let me post pictures into the journal, which it was letting me do before. I had to delete and re-post this entry several times because the site kept f***ing it up and posting multiple versions of the sam

This is Chapter II of "Trigger," the story I'm writing about my brother Justin's suicide. Chapter 2 is about my boring fucking childhood.  It's super fucking boring, I'm trying to make it more interesting but it's hard to make my life sound interesting. Oh well (shrug) hopefully Chapter 3 is at least slightly more readable. *****There's supposed to be a picture of my brother's drawing here but Deviantart wouldn't let me post it. I'm just going to pretend like it's here. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Does anyone remember being born? None of her friends had,

My personal opinion: I feel that anybody with confidence and self-respect needs to feel entitled to more than what they have. You should never settle for less. To start off, I am indeed a self-entitled woman, who is somewhat spoiled, admittedly. I have a somewhat better job now (stocking shelves, not flipping burgers). But still, I am busy wasting money that is not mine (my parents' money to be specific). So this may sound somewhat hypocritical. But yeah, I think I am entitled to a job that pays decently. Apparently Forbes.com disagrees. So the "fat cats" on Forbes.com thinks that all young people like me are spoiled brats, because, oh my