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Not because I didn't care about him. I loved him. He was the biggest shit stirrer at every get together and it was always hilarious.

It's just that he was gone a while ago. I watched a corpse of what used to be him slowly decay for 2 years. Dementia sucks.

Not because I didn't care about him. I loved him. He was the biggest shit stirrer at every get together and it was always hilarious. It's just that he was gone a while ago. I watched a corpse of what used to be him slowly decay for 2 years. Dementia sucks.

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I dream of those that pass. Everytime. Intensely if I'm sober.

Only dreaming of them once, not so much. With some of them, the ones not so close to me, yes, only once.

But those attached to me, many times, for weeks, months. Not just wake up and soon forget type of dreams either. Like lucid, standing right there with them having conversations that I can recall word for word, right now. It is quite sad actually.