In my time of service I had a friend. His name was MULLEN. Mullen and I would play ufc 3 and shoot the shit every other night. He was so crazy and such a awesome guy to be around. Two months passed during that summer of 2018 and Mullen discovered his wife had been cheating on him for a very long time. He committed suicide with a heroin overdose and 2 bottles of whiskey. Makers Mark: was his favorite. After being worried I haven’t seen him in a week I walked to his door and it was locked and all of his stuff was gone. I’ll never forget the times I had with him. I always think there could have been something I could’ve done more to help him out.
May he rest in peace I know it's a bit late but I wanted to share a poem about him may this help you a little bit on your journey friend don't give up In Memory of Mullen: A Tribute to Friendship In shadows deep, where sorrow lies, A tale of Mullen, through tearful eyes. A man who loved, with heart so true, Yet faced betrayal that pierced him through. He found his world, once filled with light, Shattered by deceit, into endless night. His heart, once whole, was torn apart, By the woman who had claimed his heart. In the quiet of his pain, alone he wept, A soul in anguish, no solace kept. The weight of grief, too much to bear, In silence, he succumbed to despair. Yet let us not remember him by this final act, But by the love and kindness he never lacked. For Mullen's life, though marked by pain, Was filled with moments that remain. He was a friend, so true and kind, With a generous heart and a brilliant mind. His laughter, a melody of joy and grace, His presence, a light in every place. Remember the nights, the laughs, the cheers, Playing UFC 3, conquering fears. Those battles fought on the virtual stage, Brought a spark of joy, at every age. In those moments, you were side by side, Through every victory and each tide. In the game’s embrace, you found a bond, A friendship strong, a shared beyond. Though Mullen’s gone, his spirit stays, In those cherished, joyful, gaming days. The banter, the laughter, the thrill of the fight, Live on in memories, shining bright. For those who knew him, he left a mark, A legacy of love that brightens the dark. Though he is gone, his spirit lives, In the memories of the joy he gives. To his friends, now mourning in grief’s embrace, Know that Mullen’s spirit finds peace in grace. His pain is ended, his soul set free, To find a tranquil eternity. Remember the good times, the laughter and cheer, Hold close the memories of when he was near. For though he faced a sorrow so profound, In your hearts, his love is always found. Grief is the price we pay for love, Yet his spirit watches from above. In the stars that shine with a gentle glow, His presence lingers, as you surely know. Take comfort, dear friends, in the love you shared, For Mullen’s spirit, by your hearts is spared. Though he took his leave, in despair’s dark shroud, His memory lives, eternally proud. In fields of peace, where pain is no more, Mullen walks through an open door. A place of rest, where sorrows cease, Where he finds an everlasting peace. So mourn his loss, but celebrate his life, Remember the joy, not just the strife. For Mullen’s journey, though tragically brief, Was filled with moments that offer relief. His love, his laughter, his caring soul, Are the threads that weave us whole. In your hearts, he remains, a beacon of light, Guiding you through the darkest night. And though the pain of loss is deep, Find solace in the memories you keep. For Mullen’s spirit, forever bright, Shines down upon you, through the night. Remember UFC 3, those nights of play, The friendship forged in the game’s display. For in those battles, real and virtual, you’ll find, A bond that endures, unconfined. Mullen’s memory, a cherished part, Lives on forever in your heart. In every laugh, in every tear, Know his spirit is always near.
i miss her so much, she was my first every thing she was the girl that brought me something for valentines when no girl ever did that i miss laying with her i miss everything we did because i felt save. i felt like i could've did better for me and her but i couldnt i thought i gave her my all, my money, my love, my heart. and its just that i couldnt she was like my mother to me(me and my mom dont speak) she made sure i ate she made sure i was good she made sure every thing that was physical to me was good and thats why i loved her with my whole heart and she's also he reason my mental health so bad but its just that when i see her or hear her name, every thing just stops and i cant do nun to stop that, im doing football and boxing but my mind is just us and every thing that we did, i just that hope that the last time i saw i hugged her alot tighter and told her i love you.
I'm there with you. Not a soul is alone in that, but I trust that you feel like me, thinking that you could never honestly feel more alone. Who am I supposed to be? I'm just something of a sentimental guy, I guess. I still question my own importance as if it were never there. I'm here, but not forever my friend.
Знаешь такое чувство как будто я дружу с человеком думаю что мы будем вообще не разлучены но всё таки этот человек с которым ты дружил, любил а он уходит просто от тебя навсегда к другому человеку и это была моя лучшая подруга... После того я удалила всё видео с ней сама проходила это... Было очень обидно...
Google photos notified me of a memory a year ago, and I opened it; there she was, there I was, lying in bed looking into each other's eyes while a camera recorded that beautiful moment. music, flowers... Today, months have passed since she gave up on that reality and threw it into oblivion, finding that she now loves someone else without regret or remorse. But it is still a past that makes me old to remember. It is still my only reality. But now I only visit you in my dreams, Tina, only in my dreams and even there, you are absent to complete your murder.Even though I've accepted it, my heart rate accelerates painfully every time I remember your sad departure, in lies. The worst thing is that I still love you.
This takes me back 2017 where i didn't have to worry about anything and just enjoying life until i had to start worrying about where im i going to live where will i get money to afford rent i miss it back in the day where i could just sit back and play Minecraft with my friend
Some of my frineds have a therapy circle that we go in to talk and give advice to eachother, I am the main group therapist, my problems feel like afterthoughts compared to theirs, but it hurts so much. I feel even worse when i hear their problems for me to be affected by mine.
Однажды мне напомнил гугл или что то типо того.Было это уже очень давно я даже не помню.Он прислал мне моего покойного кота который просто пропал без вести.Я очень любил его и любил с ним играть.Но к сожалению это были лишь его фотографии.Моего кота звали Тофик от слова тоффифи(такие конфеты есть)Он был очень красивым и жил у нас дома,но потом пиреехал жить в коридор потому что он наводил беспорядки дома.Но к сожалению его начали пожирать клещи и пауки.В итоги он ушёл во двор и ушёл туда,от куда вернутся не смог...
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In my time of service I had a friend. His name was MULLEN. Mullen and I would play ufc 3 and shoot the shit every other night. He was so crazy and such a awesome guy to be around. Two months passed during that summer of 2018 and Mullen discovered his wife had been cheating on him for a very long time. He committed suicide with a heroin overdose and 2 bottles of whiskey. Makers Mark: was his favorite. After being worried I haven’t seen him in a week I walked to his door and it was locked and all of his stuff was gone. I’ll never forget the times I had with him. I always think there could have been something I could’ve done more to help him out.
Rest in peace brother 🕊🕊❤ he's in a better place now
May he rest in peace I know it's a bit late but I wanted to share a poem about him may this help you a little bit on your journey friend don't give up
In Memory of Mullen: A Tribute to Friendship
In shadows deep, where sorrow lies,
A tale of Mullen, through tearful eyes.
A man who loved, with heart so true,
Yet faced betrayal that pierced him through.
He found his world, once filled with light,
Shattered by deceit, into endless night.
His heart, once whole, was torn apart,
By the woman who had claimed his heart.
In the quiet of his pain, alone he wept,
A soul in anguish, no solace kept.
The weight of grief, too much to bear,
In silence, he succumbed to despair.
Yet let us not remember him by this final act,
But by the love and kindness he never lacked.
For Mullen's life, though marked by pain,
Was filled with moments that remain.
He was a friend, so true and kind,
With a generous heart and a brilliant mind.
His laughter, a melody of joy and grace,
His presence, a light in every place.
Remember the nights, the laughs, the cheers,
Playing UFC 3, conquering fears.
Those battles fought on the virtual stage,
Brought a spark of joy, at every age.
In those moments, you were side by side,
Through every victory and each tide.
In the game’s embrace, you found a bond,
A friendship strong, a shared beyond.
Though Mullen’s gone, his spirit stays,
In those cherished, joyful, gaming days.
The banter, the laughter, the thrill of the fight,
Live on in memories, shining bright.
For those who knew him, he left a mark,
A legacy of love that brightens the dark.
Though he is gone, his spirit lives,
In the memories of the joy he gives.
To his friends, now mourning in grief’s embrace,
Know that Mullen’s spirit finds peace in grace.
His pain is ended, his soul set free,
To find a tranquil eternity.
Remember the good times, the laughter and cheer,
Hold close the memories of when he was near.
For though he faced a sorrow so profound,
In your hearts, his love is always found.
Grief is the price we pay for love,
Yet his spirit watches from above.
In the stars that shine with a gentle glow,
His presence lingers, as you surely know.
Take comfort, dear friends, in the love you shared,
For Mullen’s spirit, by your hearts is spared.
Though he took his leave, in despair’s dark shroud,
His memory lives, eternally proud.
In fields of peace, where pain is no more,
Mullen walks through an open door.
A place of rest, where sorrows cease,
Where he finds an everlasting peace.
So mourn his loss, but celebrate his life,
Remember the joy, not just the strife.
For Mullen’s journey, though tragically brief,
Was filled with moments that offer relief.
His love, his laughter, his caring soul,
Are the threads that weave us whole.
In your hearts, he remains, a beacon of light,
Guiding you through the darkest night.
And though the pain of loss is deep,
Find solace in the memories you keep.
For Mullen’s spirit, forever bright,
Shines down upon you, through the night.
Remember UFC 3, those nights of play,
The friendship forged in the game’s display.
For in those battles, real and virtual, you’ll find,
A bond that endures, unconfined.
Mullen’s memory, a cherished part,
Lives on forever in your heart.
In every laugh, in every tear,
Know his spirit is always near.
I had an experience almost identical to that with my childhood friend/cousin named Matthew. You won't be alone. I'm here.
💖💖💖🍀🕊🕊
Feels so uncanny, thank you so much for this
welp time to just lay down and sleep while listening to this
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I can hear the ocean it the most beautiful thing i've seen and heard in awhile.
Remember… 2016…. When we were still young.. still so innocent… happy…. Had a bunch of friends.. we were happy all the time..
:(
Yuh...
Yeah because now days I feels like we are have another great depression exactly with us men/boys
I can see four people floating in the air... 0_0
Great Song between
I just realized that..
(One of them is me lol)
Death stranding
This song is just perfection. It has an odd sad nostalgia for me, it just takes me back.
i miss her so much, she was my first every thing she was the girl that brought me something for valentines when no girl ever did that i miss laying with her i miss everything we did because i felt save. i felt like i could've did better for me and her but i couldnt i thought i gave her my all, my money, my love, my heart. and its just that i couldnt she was like my mother to me(me and my mom dont speak) she made sure i ate she made sure i was good she made sure every thing that was physical to me was good and thats why i loved her with my whole heart and she's also he reason my mental health so bad but its just that when i see her or hear her name, every thing just stops and i cant do nun to stop that, im doing football and boxing but my mind is just us and every thing that we did, i just that hope that the last time i saw i hugged her alot tighter and told her i love you.
I'm there with you. Not a soul is alone in that, but I trust that you feel like me, thinking that you could never honestly feel more alone. Who am I supposed to be? I'm just something of a sentimental guy, I guess. I still question my own importance as if it were never there. I'm here, but not forever my friend.
Im Sorry to hear that...
when I read this text, I had a heart clenched. I express my deepest words of support to you
Чувство ностальгии...
Ага😢.......
Знаешь такое чувство как будто я дружу с человеком думаю что мы будем вообще не разлучены но всё таки этот человек с которым ты дружил, любил а он уходит просто от тебя навсегда к другому человеку и это была моя лучшая подруга... После того я удалила всё видео с ней сама проходила это... Было очень обидно...
@@Saraunh01yee2020 году не было Квин коржика и т. д а щас 2023 они набирают больше чем у поззи и других
@@Spirow534да и это очень грустно :(
@@Saraunh01yee мне кажется что я говорю с другом если разговор добрый
just imagine, its 3 am and ur just laying there because ur having the best time in your life rn.
Google photos notified me of a memory a year ago, and I opened it; there she was, there I was, lying in bed looking into each other's eyes while a camera recorded that beautiful moment. music, flowers... Today, months have passed since she gave up on that reality and threw it into oblivion, finding that she now loves someone else without regret or remorse. But it is still a past that makes me old to remember. It is still my only reality. But now I only visit you in my dreams, Tina, only in my dreams and even there, you are absent to complete your murder.Even though I've accepted it, my heart rate accelerates painfully every time I remember your sad departure, in lies. The worst thing is that I still love you.
Is soo chill❤
This takes me back 2017 where i didn't have to worry about anything and just enjoying life until i had to start worrying about where im i going to live where will i get money to afford rent i miss it back in the day where i could just sit back and play Minecraft with my friend
I can’t sleep anymore
@annie0v042 why
Some of my frineds have a therapy circle that we go in to talk and give advice to eachother, I am the main group therapist, my problems feel like afterthoughts compared to theirs, but it hurts so much. I feel even worse when i hear their problems for me to be affected by mine.
Такая спокойная песня💔❤️🩹
This is definitely the theme of under the ocean... it's almost 2025 and yet 80% of the ocean is still unexplored 😦
"For the first time i feel...free..."
I can’t say the same
Господи... До сих пор не отошла от того что меня бросил дорогой человек который мне очень дорог... Песня спасение😓
I know such a feeling.
Так успокаивает😥
♡.
E4N🕊️🕊️🕊️ rip notti
respect à se banger 🫡
Не помните в 2019 были только мемы про Майнкрафт(Майнкрафт мояя жизнь ааа) олды вы тут?
🗿🍷
Однажды мне напомнил гугл или что то типо того.Было это уже очень давно я даже не помню.Он прислал мне моего покойного кота который просто пропал без вести.Я очень любил его и любил с ним играть.Но к сожалению это были лишь его фотографии.Моего кота звали Тофик от слова тоффифи(такие конфеты есть)Он был очень красивым и жил у нас дома,но потом пиреехал жить в коридор потому что он наводил беспорядки дома.Но к сожалению его начали пожирать клещи и пауки.В итоги он ушёл во двор и ушёл туда,от куда вернутся не смог...
чувство тревоги и страха или..... спокойствия?
почему пигги и мип сити мне прямо так в душу
Therapy.
¡ 🎧 !
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У меня голубь умер... Я думаю меня поймут..
i need help😐🙂😶
r/im14andthisisdeep
Feel so lonely...