When in rehab battling your inner demons you meet Ashton – a boy who takes everything out on himself. He introduces you to Luke – a selectively mute kid, Michael – a boy with social anxiety’s and Calum – who refuses to let anyone know what he’s in for. Together you try your hardest to get better.
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We forge the chains we wear in life.
- Charles Dickens
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Pine trees lined both sides of the avenue, casting giant shadows on the well-traveled road. You put your head against the cool, tinted window and relished how the car filled with light then darkness then light again as you drove in and out of the shadows.
George, your family’s loyal, old driver threw regular looks at you in the review mirror with a worried twinkly in his grey, old eyes. George was the one who was most worried about you in your family – and he wasn’t even related to you, though he had been your father’s loyal server for the past 28 years and you had known him for your entire life.
Here is what had happened:
When it became clear that you’d become a little too depended on your pills, even in your parents liberal taste, they’d sent you off to rehab without a kiss or a hug in sight. They were disappointed but further than that – they were ashamed.
You family were blueblood, fine ancestry, old money and pride all rolled up in lies and the finest money could buy you. All your life you’d been brought up with stories about your grandparents and great-grandparents and the importance of living up to the family name.
In your family you did not get to choose if you wanted children or not – you were supposed to have them. Not only so that the family line would continue but so that your parents would have something to talk about when they met up with the other blueblood families in your city, you – as their child – existed mostly for the sole purpose of your parents having something to brag about on the golf course, and at every opportunity shown for your parents to remind you of the importance of living up the family name, they took.
Living up the family name meant applying to the ivy league schools and getting in and eventually leave with nothing but the best grades. It meant looking nothing but perfection at all hours of the day, only socialization with people your parents approved of and most importantly – be absolutely repulsed at the very thought of failure.
Overall it was a good life to lead. Money was never an issue and you had access to anything you’d ever want but it was a lot of pressure put on you. Your brother was a walking success, and were he triumphed you struggled. Therefore you had always been sort of neglected, the black sheep in a family of swindlers, cheaters and liars.
You had started to rely on pills to get you through the day. Started to party, perhaps a little too hard and a little too much and eventually everything just slipped through your fingers and it became too hard to pick it up again.
At a family gathering you had slipped up: gotten a little too drunk, stumbled across the room, started to hump a lamp, yelled at your parents and ended it all by throwing up on the ancient Persian carpet.
This had, of course resulted in a huge family scandal and when you finally woke up, hangover beyond belief you’d been told that something had to be done about your behavior and therefore you’d be shipped off to rehab.
It’s about time we make a post looking at, in my opinion, Michael Clifford’s prime, His Black Hair period.
This only happened yesterday and it’s already got over 50K notes…
Finally humans with humanity
A little information for ya’ll, this man fell in between the carriage and platform and was freed less than ten minutes later.
When he fell employees of Transperth (Australia) were meters away and were able to signal the driver so he would not just take off and rip the guys leg off.
The staff motioned everyone on the platform to push the carriage in a tear worthy moment of people power
The guy who fell wasn’t hurt and got on the next fucking train so he could go to work.
And if that isn’t the tightest shit you ever heard get the fuck out of my face.
I love this and I am even happier because I found one girl person contributing to this tear jerker moment.
Sometimes, the adolescent elephant will throw itself upon the ground as a sign of extreme emotional distress, commonly known as a “tantrum.”
i am an adolescent elephant
my dad is a cop and i just called him and he was like “hey i have a 17 year old boy in the back of my cop car right now that i’m running him to the station” and i asked if he was cute and my dad said “Hey, my daughter wants to know if you’re cute” and the guy said “i want to say yes, sir” and my dad started laughing so hard