My life got worse, no surprise I guess. You're probably wondering why the title is "July 4, 2013", well that's because on that day something terrible happened and it has changed my life forever. It was a really fun day/night starting off until after that day on the fifth, in the morning I found out that the night before, on the fourth, my grandpa committed suicide... He overdosed on sleeping pills. I remember when I got told that, I tried to act calm and normal, like nothing happened at all. I was the calmest out of all the rest that were at my house but then after a little bit I snapped back to reality. He's gone.. I'll never see him again, he never even said goodbye. Just then I went to the bathroom and broke down in tears. Why did he do it? I don't know, I'll probably never know.
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Depression: It Speaks to Me
Non-FictionIts just me, i have problems and I guess I'll just tell all about it, even if no one cares. Maybe someone will read my trash for once. Here goes nothing I guess.
