They never told you the price that you pay, for things that you might have done.
These have been the most bizarre two weeks I have ever experienced and I hope that I never have to do anything like this again. Not only do I have to deal with the death of my brother, but I also have to deal with the multitude of rumors that the kids of Cheviot seem to not be able to swallow, as well as those that the news networks are attempting to pass as fact. Not just local, it was on CNN too.
My brother did NOT kill that kid.
There is nothing that links the two together, and the Cincinnati police believe that the boy killed himself by drinking anti-freeze. You can't force a person to do that. He did it himself.
Also, I really didn't need my aunt calling me and saying "You know why Frankie killed himself, don't you? He beat that boy to death."
What the fuck is wrong with people. She called me to say this right after going to a benefit with all of his friends and yelling at the people that loved him, and telling them that she was the only one that cared about him.
God, I hope this doesn't get worse, because as soon as I think it can't, it will.
I hope one of the major colleges in Cincinnati will allow me to transfer easily, even though I am so close to graduating. They probably won't. I just don't think I can stay here. I need to be home helping the people who can in turn help me. The people here just don't care. Everyone is so preoccupied with themselves that they just don't give a fuck about anyone else. Whatever. I don't need this.
In other news, I take it to be an ill omen when I am completely lost during calc review for p-chem. It really can't be a good thing. Also, I seem to be the only senior in most of my classes. I love being behind. What happened to me being smart?
My brother did NOT kill that kid.
There is nothing that links the two together, and the Cincinnati police believe that the boy killed himself by drinking anti-freeze. You can't force a person to do that. He did it himself.
Also, I really didn't need my aunt calling me and saying "You know why Frankie killed himself, don't you? He beat that boy to death."
What the fuck is wrong with people. She called me to say this right after going to a benefit with all of his friends and yelling at the people that loved him, and telling them that she was the only one that cared about him.
God, I hope this doesn't get worse, because as soon as I think it can't, it will.
I hope one of the major colleges in Cincinnati will allow me to transfer easily, even though I am so close to graduating. They probably won't. I just don't think I can stay here. I need to be home helping the people who can in turn help me. The people here just don't care. Everyone is so preoccupied with themselves that they just don't give a fuck about anyone else. Whatever. I don't need this.
In other news, I take it to be an ill omen when I am completely lost during calc review for p-chem. It really can't be a good thing. Also, I seem to be the only senior in most of my classes. I love being behind. What happened to me being smart?