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I keep seeing how awesome and progressive my best friends’ lives are and the hardest part about being a military kid is that my best friends live literally thousands of miles away in North Dakota and New Hampshire and it sucks because I feel so lonely and isolated and I have nobody. I keep few friends since I feel like they will be all that I need, better to have a close few than a lot of shallow ones right? But it hurts…physically hurts when I see posts they make on “best friend Friday” or going out to places with boyfriends and people while I feel like I’m drowning in isolation. I try to keep busy to numb it all down but since junior year it’s all been getting worse, and I’ve been getting worse…and I feel like my dark spells are getting deeper and longer and harder to pull out of. It just feels like I’m no longer necessary or thought of…everything is continuing on around me while I’m just stuck here amidst my festering memories that are going stale. I am a rock in the middle of their river and while they briefly came across me, they move on and pass over me. And they carve into the mountains while I remain the rubble of their paths.



Knowing that he wouldn’t be there for her wedding, a terminally ill father walked his 11-year-old down the ‘aisle’ years early with the pastor sweetly pronouncing them ‘daddy and daughter’.

Jim Zetz, 62, from Murrieta, California, who has stage 4 pancreatic cancer, proudly held his daughter, Josie’s hand during their backyard ceremony on March 14 and placed a sparkling ring on her index finger.” 


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