Quote Originally Posted by go toke up
lol.. i have to agree.
How about you shut the fuck up you faggot asshole. Go run into a knife. I'll get the party hats out.

Neither me or Matt got much sleep last night. It seems like it was my fault. My mom woke me up yesterday morning to clean the kitchen, then I went back to bed. I thought to myself, "Maybe I should sit and eat breakfast with dad", but then I realized how tired I was. I got up at about noon and went to go 'wake' dad. There he was. I felt his skin...ice cold. Mouth open, eyes glazed, skin white. I was so scared. I called for mom. She screamed for 911, but I felt it was too late.

It's so hard for me to relate back to this because it seems so fake and so scary, like it was a dream when you're half-asleep.

And for all you non-believers, go fuck yourselves. I was there.