- person: so what's your best 2011 memory?
- everyone else: meeting my boyfriend
- me: meeting my future husband
Sept. 9th,2011. My boyfriend went out to a party,I stayed home because I was sick. I told him no matter what time it was,to call me and I'd come get him. I waited what seemed like forever,and eventually fell asleep. I figured he'd passed out at a friends and would be home in the morning. I was wrong. His friends had persuaded him to take pills. They were all too drunk to realize,he wasn't sleeping. He died that night. I live everyday with the guilt. I should've went. I don't want to live.
spam right? it’s tragic…