theonlyfeeling

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I found you on suicide girls.
Giggle.
How are you?

Bwhaha, thanks for the picture, sultan.

Holy shit, I seriously feel you (except my story is the oppisite bout the victim), I left the U of Illionis cause a very close friend of mine ( Kevin Moore) was murdered, and to this day his sister and others think it's my fault. He graduated early , but stayed for another year cause me and another one of our friends had 1 year to go ( we were best friends/ roomates, he was the nicest person I have ever met, always smiled, would help anyone out, I'd trade my life to this day for his, cause I am nothing like him). He had a job lined up and everything, well I begged and pleaded with him him to come out to a halloween party ( he didn't like the party scene, never drank), and finally he did..long story short.....a 17 year old couldn't get in ( 21 and up) and fired 4 shots into the windows "just to scare people", 1st shot everybody was running, I took about 3 steps when I "felt" something wrong, turned around and he was face down on the floor, shot in the side of the head. (the "kid" got 3 years jail, 5 years probation, he was "truely sorry" and cryed at court, I was there, and if it wasn't for my girlfriend, I was going to take a life for a life , makes me sick) To this day I remeber it like a movie, I just sank against the wall, and kept hitting the floor yelling "fuck", and it was sooo quiet, till Danny ( the other friend) came inside saying, "yo, you seen K?" and he saw, and became shocked, he didn't move, or say a word. Well the next 6 month, I was fucked up, let alone I had to deal with his girlfriend, sister and other "friends", say " Well he wouldn't of been here if it wasn't for you " ( back then I was never sober, 24 hours a day, always high or drunk, for about 3 years straight, so a lot of people felt it was my "bad influece" ) At his funeral his sister hit me so many times that I couldn't count, and I took everyone of them. Then she hugged me and cryed. For about a month I took out my 40. cal H&K and told God he took the wrong one, and I'd make it right by taking my life. But his death changed me, and cleaned me up...and nobody cared. Fuck em.

Sorry for the long post, brings back memories reading yours, even though completly different circumstances.

So...why are you so disinterested in the problems of others?

My grandmother flashed me and told me to pick up a man right before she died. Somehow I think she'd truly be horrified that that is what I remember about her.

Here's to your grandma, a lady with a great sense of humor.

How was the roadtrip?