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Hello LJ. It's been a while since I've writing on your pages.
Let me correct that.
Livejournals are full of misery and sadness. Let me add to the pile.
Josh Callaghan was a boy I went to school with.
A boy with beautiful blue eyes, an absolutely fabulous ass and a better personality.
I knew he was an artist, but I never saw his work. Never paid attention, I guess.
Josh took his life a few days ago.
I'll never know what went through his mind, though I think I can guess.
I made a mistake of looking through his facebook, reading the messages of love left by people who knew him better than I did.
I guess I should have expected what happened next to happen.
At the end, after all the messages, were the last status updates of Josh Callaghan.
I read them, and it's like a knife.
Posts of 'someone call me' and 'failure'.
I'm sorry Josh.
I'm so sorry.
I couldn't have done anything.
I barely knew you.
I would have given almost anything to save you.
You made so many other people happy.
You, one of the few who are worthy to live, are dead.
And the world becomes a little bit darker with no light reflecting off of your beautiful eyes.
Is this what it means to grow old?
I guess we're all officially out of highschool now.
Our classmates have started to die.
I wish there was something I could have done.
Let me correct that.
Livejournals are full of misery and sadness. Let me add to the pile.
Josh Callaghan was a boy I went to school with.
A boy with beautiful blue eyes, an absolutely fabulous ass and a better personality.
I knew he was an artist, but I never saw his work. Never paid attention, I guess.
Josh took his life a few days ago.
I'll never know what went through his mind, though I think I can guess.
I made a mistake of looking through his facebook, reading the messages of love left by people who knew him better than I did.
I guess I should have expected what happened next to happen.
At the end, after all the messages, were the last status updates of Josh Callaghan.
I read them, and it's like a knife.
Posts of 'someone call me' and 'failure'.
I'm sorry Josh.
I'm so sorry.
I couldn't have done anything.
I barely knew you.
I would have given almost anything to save you.
You made so many other people happy.
You, one of the few who are worthy to live, are dead.
And the world becomes a little bit darker with no light reflecting off of your beautiful eyes.
Is this what it means to grow old?
I guess we're all officially out of highschool now.
Our classmates have started to die.
I wish there was something I could have done.