Suicide.

Thursday, November 13, 2008, a boy that went to a high school in my hometown drove to a town thirty minutes away, and shot himself in his ex-girlfriend's driveway. The thought is chilling to me. How can someone do that? How can someone hurt that bad? Supposedly his girlfriend broke up with him, and this was his solution. How, though? How can you do that?

I went to the funeral today because he was a friend of Kasey.  I got chills just being there. I cried just knowing a life that had hardly begun was gone, just like that. How could his parents feel? His sister? I thought about what I would do if he was my son or my brother, and I couldn't even imagine. 

What really bothers me are the people who feel like they can judge his actions. Sure, no one understand how he could do that. Was he thinking about how it would affect everyone? However, it really, really upsets me when people say "he's an asshole for that," ....no, no. You can't judge him like that, it's not right. You don't know the whole story. Love makes you do CRAZY things. Sure, I'd never kill myself, but maybe I haven't met someone I don't think I could live without. 

I guess I just wish people would celebrate the little life he led as opposed to judging it's end.

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High School and Guilty Pleasures

I had to go back to my high school today for transcript purposes.

College > High School.

Period. I never really noticed how much I have changed in such a short time until today. Although claustrophobia set in with the daunting halls and cold lockers, it was fun seeing some of my old buddies. I miss them too much.

I have crossed over to the dark side. My guilty pleasure = Desperate Housewives. I'm an addict and I love it. Don't judge me.

Loves<3


"The world is a comedy to those who think, and a tragedy to those who feel."
-Horace Walpole