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sooo i haven't posted in like a year a half, and this isnt the most pleasant topic to be posting on but i needed somewhere to vent.
so two nights ago i was really upset and just out of it so i took and xanax and nyquil and basically into a coma at like 930. right behind my dorm in PFT (pearce ford tower) another dorm thats 27 floors and the tallest building in ky. when i woke up in the morning my roommate informed me that one of the freshman boys who lives there jumped off the 20th floor and died.
mind you this was right outside my window and i was in a dead sleep.
i later come to find he was on shrooms and was naked and running away from his RA. he popped off the safety on the window and jumped out thinking he was flying. his best friend was in the room with him and he basically plumitted to his death landing on the back stairs of PFT which happen to be right outside our window.
all i can say is thank the good lord i was sleeping. because god knows if i would have been up curiosity would have killed me and i would have looked outside and seen his body, and seen him being put into the body bag. and i dont think i would ever be able to live with myself again.
it's all anyone on campus has been talking about. and ive just been constantly finding myself lurking on his facebook profile. trying to find out who he was. was he a good person? did he have a lot of friends? was he sad? did he do it intentionally?
its just really becoming sickening. i can't even look at fucking PFT because i find myself counting the floors and by the time i get to 10 im about to throw up in my mouth.
no one deserves to die like that. to die so young. to make one bad decision and have it ruin their life. im not religious but ive been praying so hard for his family.
i just hope he didn't feel any pain. and that he's in a better place now because he was just a kid, im just a fuckin kid. and it sucks to know that people have to die horrendous deaths to really make you step back and take like for all its worth.
so two nights ago i was really upset and just out of it so i took and xanax and nyquil and basically into a coma at like 930. right behind my dorm in PFT (pearce ford tower) another dorm thats 27 floors and the tallest building in ky. when i woke up in the morning my roommate informed me that one of the freshman boys who lives there jumped off the 20th floor and died.
mind you this was right outside my window and i was in a dead sleep.
i later come to find he was on shrooms and was naked and running away from his RA. he popped off the safety on the window and jumped out thinking he was flying. his best friend was in the room with him and he basically plumitted to his death landing on the back stairs of PFT which happen to be right outside our window.
all i can say is thank the good lord i was sleeping. because god knows if i would have been up curiosity would have killed me and i would have looked outside and seen his body, and seen him being put into the body bag. and i dont think i would ever be able to live with myself again.
it's all anyone on campus has been talking about. and ive just been constantly finding myself lurking on his facebook profile. trying to find out who he was. was he a good person? did he have a lot of friends? was he sad? did he do it intentionally?
its just really becoming sickening. i can't even look at fucking PFT because i find myself counting the floors and by the time i get to 10 im about to throw up in my mouth.
no one deserves to die like that. to die so young. to make one bad decision and have it ruin their life. im not religious but ive been praying so hard for his family.
i just hope he didn't feel any pain. and that he's in a better place now because he was just a kid, im just a fuckin kid. and it sucks to know that people have to die horrendous deaths to really make you step back and take like for all its worth.