#fucktheliving

[blackngreygoat]

#teamnightking

[murphranger]

So I hang out with the dying....

Yeah, I mean technically we are all dying right?

slowly, day by day, death slowly. or quickly depending on your situation. Catches up to us.

but that's not the point here. or maybe it is. who the fuck knows?!, I have no idea what I'm writing. I just need to get this out of my head.

So I work with the dying. I take care of them. I either do their personal care that they could no longer do, or I just help them with simple task. but I hang out with them. talk to them and get to know them. its a cool job. most of them have lived long lives. and have so many stories and pictures to prove it.  So you kind of “get use to it”  walking into their house, or getting a voice mail that they are no longer with us. its a part of life, you're born, you do shit, then you die. sometimes surrounded by loved ones. or just the people that have gotten to known you in the end stages of life. its a part of the job.

but then you get that one cranky old person who you just click with, and it hits a little closer to home. OR you meet someone whos your age. or younger, whos dying. and let me tell you. no matter what age, you're scared as shit. and you try everything not to be, but you are. and that's ok. you're fucking dying. but that's not what bothers me. what bothers me is this kid, has a loving family. had big dreams. and has been fighting this shit for most of their life. and then just gets handed this life sentence. and like that, its game over. No future dreams, no kids, no marriage, no retirement party. no anything. just death before your thirties. then you have to make funeral arraignments with your parents. start giving away your personal possessions to your friends and loved ones. you start thinking of all the new movies you'll miss. books that you wont live long enough to read. friends weddings you wont be able to attend and you’re supposed to be in the actual wedding party. your friends having their first kids. all these amazing ordinary things you take for granted. gone, ripped away from you. then you  have these nurses and aides coming in and out. and you just lay there, dying. trying to have a normal conversation with this asshole who gets to live, gets to have a significant other, gets to have kids, and gets to live and you, you try to keep doing everything by yourself, because you know when you cant do it anymore, its the real beginning of the end.

then there's me. sitting there, talking to them. getting to know them. their friends and family. and feeling like shit, that I'm alive, and they, their dying. and you look around, and see everything they have accomplished in such a short life span. and you, you feel like a waste. and you learn from all these fucked up emotions, you will not let you're life be just this. you're going to remember this family, this person. and you're going to go out and live life as much as you can. not just for them but for you too. Because you're not dying. they are, and you get to hang out with the dying. and its not to bad.

[emendarei]

Boa tarde *-* se não for muito incomodo, você poderia ver minhas autorias? Obrigada desde já c:

Haha, pode deixar que dou uma olhada!

[s-u-p-e-r-m-4-n]

Nome do meu gato é Billy, pensa parece nome pra cachorro né? çlslçkdjasd

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ta mais pra cachorro esse gato 

10 te segui 

QUEM QUISER SER AVALIADO É SÓ MANDAR ASK COM O NOME DO SEU CACHORRO OU GATO

[nikkirouge]

The #ghost in my living room says #fucktheliving. He's just jealous #pulse (at Haus Of Ghostkitty)