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Yesterday I called my mom as I was leaving school and she goes "you know who I think you should meet?" Now I'm thinking she knows someone who has a cute ass son around my age who is single and ready to mingle so I'm into it like "who should I meet momma bear?" And she goes "Tim Tebow." Wut. Like yeah let me text my friend who knows him and ask her to set us up. No!!!! That's not even realistic. I got my hopes up for nothing😑
Why I Quit
I doubt anybody will read this and that's fine but I've been needing to say these things for a long time now and it's just been bottled inside me. There's probably more to say but this is good enough for now. I was depressed. It took every ounce of energy I had to get out of bed in the morning. To brush my teeth. To put my clothes on. To get out the door and off to school. By the time practice rolled around, I was drained. I didn't have the energy to talk to anyone so I shut everybody out. I didn't think they'd understand what I was going through. I didn't think they would want to. But I busted my ass in practice every day and pushed through the pain in hopes that he'd actually let me play in a fucking game. Or say something to me. Or even look me in the eyes for fucks sake. My ankle would be throbbing once practice ended. I would be fighting back tears and trying not to let anyone see how much pain I was in because all I wanted was to play. Once I made it my car the floodgates would open. Why does it still hurt? When will it be normal again? Why am I even here? They don't need me. I'm nothing to the team. I'm holding them back. Those thoughts would suffocate me. I bawled the entire drive home and fantasized about fatal car crashes. When I made it home, I would practically be dragging my left foot behind me because it hurt too much to function properly. If it was storming, I'd limp my way out back, drag a metal chair into the middle of the yard, and sit in it thinking that maybe a flash of lightening would end it all. After an hour or so of that, I'd come back inside, eat dinner, go to bed and repeat the same day after day. It was my own personal hell.
I’m sorry for the rant but I have to.
People are keeping up with the bullshit of blaming Zayn for leaving the band and that causing them to stop talking; because oh-my-god he left his bandmates in the middle of the tour!!!! BUT can you all STOP and think how ZAYN ALONE must have felt?! He was leaving behind everything that he knew because HE FELT HE DIDN’T BELONG! Do you guys even know how HARD it is to make a decision when EVERYONE is against you but you have to DO IT because you HAVE TO THINK ABOUT YOURSELF FIRST?! Do you guys even know how hard it is to just “I have had enough, I need to quit or else it may get worse” and have everyone calling you selfish? Yeah, I am selfish when I put myself first WITHOUT causing any REAL harm. Because leaving the guys, FOUR guys, in the middle of the tour all it did was give them a bit more trouble with re-arranging the songs - THAT’S IT! No one died, no one had mental issues to deal with, no lost business - if anything they were headlines everywhere. It was WORK - work that was making Zayn feel bad, disconnected, discouraged. I left my workplace last month because I was at the point where it was that or my mental health. Do you know how many people told me don’t do it?? Or even tried to call me lazy and weak?!? But you know what? Thank god I did!! I am in a better place now because I put myself first. And Zayn did too, and no one lost anything apart from him. He LOST his “”best friends”” because they were too selfish to TRY and understand. Yeah, I get it, they got hurt and felt betrayed! but Friends are there to TRY and understand your point of view. They’re there to argue with you until both points go across. They don’t just shut you out when you most need it - they had EACH OTHER and Zayn?! Who Zayn had? That’s not what friendship is about.
I just went through something very similar
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“Who’s your best friend?”
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clockworknite
Better reblog this while you can.
this is one of those times that fucks with ya head
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gayisthenewokay
if i was bisexual i would use this line all the time
unimoosapus
I am bisexual and I will, in fact, be using this in the future
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livingabovetherest
Ima reblog this again because it’s really important
thotbey
Go best friend
Fun fact: Cheetahs only attack prey that runs
im-sherlocked-in-my-mindpalace
jesus that is good to know.
chandra75
Yup, that’s the point you just stay still and let it do whatever the fuck it wants that doesn’t involved you getting eaten.
togamijail
REALLY FUN FACT for big cats cheetahs are fucking docile as shit
my grandfather ran a cheetah sanctuary in south africa and he’d just lie with them and sleep among them and they’d rub against him and chirp at him they’re big fucking babies
Another Fun Fact: Cheetahs are incredibly nervous animals. One of the (many) reason’s they’re going extinct is that cheetahs are so sensitive and nervous, some of them are literally too nervous to breed. Others will breed, but stress themselves out so much, they’ll lose their cubs. So zoos with breeding programs had to figure out how to make cheetahs comfortable enough to first of all, get laid and secondly - not spazz themselves into miscarrying. So what’d they do? They gave the cheetah’s their very own Service Dogs!
The dogs make them feel safe, protected and secure!
pizzalecki
AJHHHHFDDGHH SO PRECIOUS
this post just got so much better
steve-spaghetti
THIS IS OFFICIALLY MY FAVOURITE POST
Can we talk about how cheetahs were actually domesticated in Egypt? Yeah.
This is the best post in all of Tumblr.
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gnarly
theres nothing that gives me more anxiety than when someone says ‘we need to talk’ or ‘can i ask you a question’ like go ahead and do it dont leave me wondering thinking about it all day
