"Pull me up ya twat!" He said, rapidly tugging on the tug excessively, much, much more than five times."I SAID PULL ME UP TWAT!" He shouted, despite knowing not a single soul could hear his constant shouting near 200 meters down. I knew I shouldn't have trusted that rusty old geezer to actually have is head screwed on right.He said, now sitting down, trying to calm down while still constantly tugging on the rope.Just then, he felt a slight shake in the dive bell that quickly turned into a violent shaking, knocking him around all which way, giving him a deep gash in his hand as his hand quickly was pulled off the rope, causing very bloody rope burn."What the fuck is going on up there?" He said in a somewhat quiet but shaky and concerned tone. Once the shaking came to a short halt, he felt the dive bell slowly ascend as his dive bell continued to shake violently, tossing him around every which way. "Holy shit!" He said before his head bashed into the side of the dive bell, knocking him unconscious.Once his eyes opened, the dive bell had stopped shaking, but it felt unstable. Every time he made even the smallest movement, he heard an eerie creak coming from outside. He calmly stood up before he felt his oxygen slowly seep from his throat. His lungs felt empty, his throat closed, and his legs and arms immediately gave up before he fell to the floor once again. Shortly after, he felt air entering his body again, and felt his muscles and blood properly running through his body before his muscles and lungs gained control again. He stood up one more time before he opened the hatch to the dive bell, still hearing the eerie creaking, and as he stepped outside to an unfamiliar, almost rustic and decrepit metal platform, he looked up once more and saw an absolutely horrifying sight.The sight of his once bright, (of course, a bit of an exaggeration,) oil rig, now rusty and falling apart that looked like as if hell itself had come from the shadows and aged the thing five-hundred or so years, probably even more.
"What... The fuck..."
I know I have to be grateful to my family for all that they've done for me. I have to be grateful. I have to be appreciative. But why, why do I constantly feel like something is wrong?
Happy days with Jeremy haunted Jessica's memory as she considered her life without him. The song Auld Lang Syne meant a lot to them in happier days. But the loss of her husband during the war affected her deeply. It was a struggle to live without him. Unable to bare it any longer, Jessica cannot endure. The song returned to her on New Year's Eve, bringing to life her frustrations and her inability to endure.
When we talk about life, Fun is a really amazing thing in our lives.
You have to enjoy it every second just enjoy it at the time don’t think Other things bad things it’s doesn’t matter only matter is happiness in your life
if you don’t have happiness in your life then to me You got nothing because I believe life depends on happiness.
The most important thing is mental health.
If you don’t have a present mind I believe you can’t have happiness because the past is over now right?
You have to live in the present time Not past, not future present.
I think this is all about the quality of our life.
Everything has its own quality for everything.
Every time I want to live in the present time but… I _______________ (Can,Can’t) I’m Still trying for that.
We here for a short time.
we have to enjoy every moment in life.
That’s what I’m trying to say here.
And there’s one other thing, this is all about your mind.
Fun is good because it helps you to escape from everything you think bad.
Life is short you know.
Put a line to your old life.
Move on to fresh start every day is a brand new day enjoy it while you can.
While you here.
As much as you want.
Don’t stress your mind for a temporary situation you have in your life.
Just think about the positive side or funny side of your situation.
Just fucking enjoy your happy life.
Mental health is the most important thing for every life.
Have a nice day
Every day is a nice day