southpawstyle
Superstar
Two days ago thinking about my brothers funeral tomorrow. I held it in for a while but it all came out
When's the last time you cried?
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I normally pay between $70 to $80 a month and that is for me and the old lady. This month family stopped over for a couple of days and the bill was $190.
GoAggieGo.
getting blitzed.
Sometime in 2016.
Was laid off for the first time. I remember sitting in my Camaro just boo hooing. My baby girl was probably 2 or 3 months old, I was paying on 2 properties, and my girl was out due to having the baby, but we were having serious problems. I was super overwhelmed. Not a proud moment, but at that moment, I just wanted to run away and start over.
Was laid off for the first time. I remember sitting in my Camaro just boo hooing. My baby girl was probably 2 or 3 months old, I was paying on 2 properties, and my girl was out due to having the baby, but we were having serious problems. I was super overwhelmed. Not a proud moment, but at that moment, I just wanted to run away and start over.
Koapa
Superstar
I didn't cry hard but tears ran down my face.
Lost my step-pops this past December. His funeral was on the 23rd. He was a solid dude.
I believe I cried twice since then. It just hit me one day. I can still hear his voice saying I'm proud of J.
Lost my step-pops this past December. His funeral was on the 23rd. He was a solid dude.
I believe I cried twice since then. It just hit me one day. I can still hear his voice saying I'm proud of J.
When my grandma passed last year.
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Speaking Womanese
All Star
I laugh til I cry at least once a week but I thought of my grandma the other day and got a lil emotional
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Grandparents funeral in 2018,
No Boo-Hoo, shoulder shaking shyt.
Had wet eyes behind my mirrored patrol highwayman aviator shades so you couldn't see it.
The night after everything concluded, all that tension I had holding in leading up to the day, being in the moment, carrying both Coffins up the church steps, viewing both of 'em side by side, the graveside side singing as we mixed the concrete to entomb them, the stories and fond memories at the after party shyt, coupled with the fact that I found myself at their house (We all live in the same area) after it all calmed down, smoking a joint on the porch and it all just hit me and the Dam broke and I had to weep, cause I couldn't help but feel like I failed to nurture them in their frailty when they were the ones that protected and cared for me so much in my youth and young adult hood. For the most part, I know I ain't shyt and I'm cool with that, but I felt like they deserved better and I was too scared and subsequently selfish to give 'em that when they needed me most. Spent the entire night smoking and listening to Earl Sweatshirt on that porch hoping that they knew I loved 'em.
No Boo-Hoo, shoulder shaking shyt.
Had wet eyes behind my mirrored patrol highwayman aviator shades so you couldn't see it.
The night after everything concluded, all that tension I had holding in leading up to the day, being in the moment, carrying both Coffins up the church steps, viewing both of 'em side by side, the graveside side singing as we mixed the concrete to entomb them, the stories and fond memories at the after party shyt, coupled with the fact that I found myself at their house (We all live in the same area) after it all calmed down, smoking a joint on the porch and it all just hit me and the Dam broke and I had to weep, cause I couldn't help but feel like I failed to nurture them in their frailty when they were the ones that protected and cared for me so much in my youth and young adult hood. For the most part, I know I ain't shyt and I'm cool with that, but I felt like they deserved better and I was too scared and subsequently selfish to give 'em that when they needed me most. Spent the entire night smoking and listening to Earl Sweatshirt on that porch hoping that they knew I loved 'em.
Rembrandt
the artist
Grandparents funeral in 2018,
No Boo-Hoo, shoulder shaking shyt.
Had wet eyes behind my mirrored patrol highwayman aviator shades so you couldn't see it.
The night after everything concluded, all that tension I had holding in leading up to the day, being in the moment, carrying both Coffins up the church steps, viewing both of 'em side by side, the graveside side singing as we mixed the concrete to entomb them, the stories and fond memories at the after party shyt, coupled with the fact that I found myself at their house (We all live in the same area) after it all calmed down, smoking a joint on the porch and it all just hit me and the Dam broke and I had to weep, cause I couldn't help but feel like I failed to nurture them in their frailty when they were the ones that protected and cared for me so much in my youth and young adult hood. For the most part, I know I ain't shyt and I'm cool with that, but I felt like they deserved better and I was too scared and subsequently selfish to give 'em that when they needed me most. Spent the entire night smoking and listening to Earl Sweatshirt on that porch hoping that they knew I loved 'em.
You doing alright?
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TILL THIS DAY!
bone bone bone bone bone bone bone. tell me what you gonna do. I miss my uncle Charles
and I'm gonna miss errybody
and I'm gonna miss errybody
Its been a long time... Not cause I'm a superthug. There's just not much I'm that emotional invested in, and luckily, I haven't had any funerals to attend. I know ima be a mess when one of my parents are gone. When my parents sold the childhood home, even though i moved out, I couldn't stop dreaming about it.
