Not suicidal depressed, but, surprised I didn’t want to kill myself depressed. I was hoping I would just fall asleep and hopefully have a pleasant dream and forget all this pain. They take my ability to breathe away, and I’m stuck choking for minutes, crying, praying to wake up or pass out. There’s another where I’m running from a tall man, but it’s dark out, and I can only make his vague silhouette. I try to run as fast as I can but he catches me and grabs me from behind. I know there’s more channels available, but this is what I’ve got, and I’ve had it for a long time. I walked down the long hallway that led to the main walkway into the arena. Did he really have to tell them I was the worst student at ENU?
Siberian Huskies can live well past 14 years old and Zeppelin was healthy. I got Zeppelin while on a trip to my Mom’s hometown of Danville, Virginia, a little after I had just ended college I wasn’t planning on getting a dog on that trip, but when me and Zepp met we were instantly inseparable. I realized this just recently, actually, that I’m a great person, I did nothing wrong and I fell victim to an epic piece of shit. I would drink bottles of wine and get lost in thought: how did this happen? I would hold my pee in until I couldn’t take it anymore. When I wasn’t laying in bed, somehow I mustered through getting ready and going to work. I didn’t tell anybody why I was so sad, but each week I claimed to have a new illness. After about 3 weeks, my boss called me and said they no longer need me at the company as an employee and that all my things were in a box at the office if I wanted to come and get it. Loud, beautiful, intoxicating chimes blasted out and an intense flash panned before the screen. I started bopping my head, enjoying the music and the smiles on everyone’s faces as they danced passionately with each hop and step to the song and the beat. When I exited the hallway and turned to move into the arena, I found myself face to face with Tovin Blackmeyer. Over the small collective sigh from the spectators, I heard one small group of students making a racket and turned to see Fena and Axle screaming their heads off.
He was killed by a truck that didn’t stop at the end of an alleyway that met with a sidewalk we were walking on. On top of that, 2 weeks later, my boyfriend of 6 years, and fiancé, leaves me for a girl from his office. It was on a farm I was visiting to see an old childhood friend who was now running it. ” I could tell he had an extreme love for me with his big beautiful brown eyes. I may not have another boyfriend right now, but if I decide to start dating again, I’m sure I can and will find somebody great for me. It took a long time, but I finally got out of my endless depression. I was sleeping in, calling out of work 2 or 3 times a week. It was a mountain man with a banjo, and he was standing in front of the picture of a farm hill with a beautiful sunrise coming over it. The camera pulled back and revealed more dancers, couples doing beautiful synchronized formations between each other with ease and perfection. The song was progressing bigger and bigger, rising something inside me. It turned into an advertisement for a Sunday show about this singing mountain man who’s actually a guy named Walter Maythorpe, a self-proclaimed yodeler, yokle-er, folk’l-re- and entertainment extradornaire-er-er. My already scattered thoughts were dashed against the rocks as he stood in my way, his arms folded. Almost immediately after, I heard my mother's trademark bird-squawk-cheer from somewhere else in the stands. The very one who had grossly hit on Fena right in front of me a week ago.
Zeppelin was only 1 month old, but you could just see what zest and gusto he had for life. I can’t believe I thought I had that true love bullshit. He was dancing joyously while singing an extremely catchy, melodic, happy country song as 3 women in pretty pale purple old-fashioned dresses danced around him, doing some kind of country jig. It’s a call-in talk show with interviews, sketches, talent showcases and musical performances. It was a sitcom about a group of friends that all work super late and get to the same bar for the last hour it’s open shockingly called . Janet was a paralegal who stays up late working on different cases but always sets aside time to make it to the bar unless there’s an emergency. His eyes bore into mine as the two of us shared a moment of silence. I felt my face start burning up as I managed a smile and a half-hearted wave. The same mage I'd tackled to the ground to stop him from striking Tovin from behind.