Im sorry to tell you, but OOP may already be dead. This is the dumb suzan that wasn’t supposed to post this.

Nah but fr same. I only started folding my clothes once it became a pain in the ass to remember which one was the dirty bin and the clean bin. And then i would have shirts and shorts that I barely wear (winter time) and no socks and underwear

• ”if i ever went out”

But its below the surface no? So technically in the earth is also under the earth

Holy fucking shit… i knew something was wrong but i neglected to think of death. Its like how that one person you know who isn’t afraid of death and wants to protect you and loved ones from it (denial mostly) but after a while they succumb to the knowledge of their oncoming death. Accepting in to open arms, or in our and ops case, the wagging of his tale. I don’t want to lose pets it hurts too much.

Better yet, give me your job and ill take it for as long as I can. Being death isn’t the most glorious job, but it needs to be done.

It all comes with time, maybe point some “arrows” to start a new business? Keep his mind off some things for a bit and coax him in with therapy, might work and it might not but it never hurts to at least try. Good luck on your journey and who knows perhaps it leads to a part 2?

In my opinion, you have nothing to lose anymore. Get into therapy for shooting someone, but i dont think you will be seeing her anymore and plus you could focus on school again, id give it a trial run and if doesn’t work out you can always find someone and something else to do. And go try and help your dad, get him to some meetings if he’s willing. (It saved my life)

Damn op, im sorry for misunderstanding you. I would attempt to talk to your dad about the situation. Maybe he knew her or something? If not then thats absolutely crazy, and i hope the best for you op!

Im confused by the ending… why wouldn’t she make her self known? Was she evil (besides the fact that she drove your mother to kill herself) ?

Maybe, their appearance changes from person to person? Or maybe their dad encountered them when he was younger, and they “grew” up with him?

Longest I did was nearly a week, work, school, work, school, work, work, school

Also suffer from insomnia

Time for a part 2 ol’ johnny boy! Make sure you dont challenge him to a fiddle playoff!