I put on my sunglasses, to hide my swollen eyes, over my tears. I cried all my makeup off. Went inside to have a milkshake. I don’t know why. I wanted something to drink as I figured out what I would do. I got a soda and a milkshake. Medium. The cashier looked at me and with a line around the corner of the counter he rushed away from the counter “Hold on “ he yelled to a coworker.
I filled my soda and went back and saw him looking all over. I go up and he gets close and says “I made it a large”.
That was seriously enough for me not to do it. His kindness. Someone went out of their way and as I went back in my car to cry I realized I could muster through a few other days. A few more weeks. Then I came down from that panicky high of anxiety, depression, and pain. I finished my shake. And it was enough time to let me feel better. I… I’m alive. I’ll make it through.
Try and be nice today. Tomorrow. Something as much as a smile. It helped so much.
Thank you man at McDonalds.
The milkshake saved my life
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… Apart from bisexual retired alien dudes. No books on that. Yet.
His story was recently shared online and has already been shared over 150k times. RIP Clyde.
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DON’T SCROLL PASS! FOUND THIS ON GOOGLE+ AND I FEEL LIKE IT IS IMPORTANT!
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Someone give this man a megaphone.
Someone in Paris: *Feeling bad* Hawk Moth:
what the fuck ethan
Stretch marks or scars?
You’re a supernova!
Freckles, moles, acne, or acne scars?
You are a star cluster!
Birthmarks or vitiligo?
You’re covered in nebulae!
All of the above?
You’re a galaxy!
All of these things are eye catching, gorgeous, and important. You are too. You are your own part of the universe.
In maybe ten or fifteen years from now, Harry Potter will have a remake and if they dare destroy the whole franchise I will sue.
Fanfic: 12 Chapters.
Me: OMG! YESSS!
Fanfic: 400 words.
Me: Why are you doing this to me?!! *sob*
OH MY GOD I AM SCREAMING SO BAD OH NO OHHHMY GOD
‘RICK WAS HERE’ IOH SHIT