These three people honestly meant the world and then some to me. There's two people who mean more, my boyfriend and my mom.
They were great friends, always could make me smile. They were there to talk. But then they killed themselves. They said they couldn't take it and I literally felt like crying in the middle of math when Blake told me it was to late to save him.
I wish I could have been there for them all in their last few moments. I would have dried their tears, tried to stop the blood from leaving their bodies. I would do anything to have them back!
They were funny, childish, and obsessed with skittles. I ate a package of skittles this morning and thought of them... But why not?
I may seem like I'm rambling, but that's kind of why I made this book... So tolerate it or don't.
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Teenage Girl Problems
RandomSOOOO....... I would recommend that only girls and girly guys read this. I will be ranting a bit in here and something's will be suggestions or problems I'm having lately. Yeah... Adiós Lovelies.
