Quote Originally Posted by FeastonThisSHITT
Try taking a trip to Lebanon this weekend coming up. Experience some mortar and plane bombings. Experience some crying mothers grieving for their dead sons and daughters and husbands. Check out the hospitals and smell some burnt flesh of dieing children.

After that fly down to ethiopia and take a tour of the slums. Take in the scenery of thousands upon thousands of starving, thirsty people, dieing of common colds because they can't afford 25 cents for some american cold medicine.

Just think for a moment about the fact that you could give 1 dollar to one of those kids to feed them for the rest of the week, and perhaps keep them alive long enough for them to grow healthy so they can take care of their family.

Talk to some of the 11 year old girls who work 18 hours a day picking bits of plant material off the ground to make strings and ropes to sell so that they can make some money to buy medicine and food for their dieing parents.



Check out some of that shit for real, then come back and read your posts about some bitch leaving you.
Ya know, that's real cool. That's really productive. Do you think that changes anything? Do you not think I realize how unimportant, small, and meangingless my life is? So what if what I'm going through isn't "suffering enough" for you or anyone else. No offense, but fuck you man. You had no right to shit on me and try to make me feel like crap because I'm whining about "some bitch leaving me."
Gothen Reviewed by Gothen on . Well, She Left Me... So, I guess this is another vent thread. Sorry I'm wasting up space, but I need to get it out and its 2:30 am and I'm all alone and I really can't handle it. Been with this girl for 9 months now and last night we get into an argument and I say some things that I don't mean because she was going out with her friends on the anniversary of my uncle's suicide. I told her it'd mean a lot to me if she stayed home, but she left anyway, so I yelled at her and said that I hated her and it pissed me off Rating: 5