My dad knows about my depression and dark history with my mind. So when he took me to the Golden Gate Bridge, he told me:
"Hey, when we get there, don't do anything stupid, okay? If you jump, I'm telling your brother to go back to the car, and I'm jumping down with you and I'm kicking your ass on the way down."
For some of you, this might seem a bit heartless, or cruel. But for us, both of us growing up and tough-loved local kids from Hawaii, but for me, as I look back on just a few days ago, it breaks my heart and makes me feel something I haven't felt for a really long time for just a moment: loved.
My father described his unconditional love in a tough manner we both understood. So with your family, with whatever language you speak, or culture or religion you have, let them know that they're loved. And when we're all gone, they're gonna be missed.

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Thoughts In A Sad Persons Mind
ŞiirThoughts when I'm depressed. Expect a lot. Because I'm always depressed. Technically it's poetry.