There was a point somewhere in my life where the phrase, "I'm thinking about taking my own life," took on another meaning beyond the self-centered one that I had previously known. For although I never heard the words out loud (personally or otherwise), they had always held a certain kind of charm for me.
That is of course, until April 4th, 2005.
My friend, really one of the only friends I had had in high school, was found dead in a bathroom . . . with a gun.
And I couldn't go to his funeral, because I was out of town at the time.
So I wasn't ever officially able to say goodbye.
.
.
.
Except
online.
I wish I could see your face once more. That's all I want. I swear.
I'm sorry I couldn't have helped.
posted by Val at 11/06/2005 04:03:00 PM
