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I tried. Really, I did. I really tried to go down the denial route. Honest. I don't even know why I'm going to right this here. My friend who ODed last week comitted suicide last night, slit her throat. I, or, we I guess, at work, where she worked, ended up taking care of her.
I'm not sure how I"m supposed to handle dealing with my best friend's blood all over my sneakers. I pretty much broke down at work at the club tonight, knowing that I need to come home and do SOMETHING with these shoes. Work was having some stupid debreifing. All these fucking idiots who didn't know her, all fucking emotional. They're just latching on. Its bullshit. Want a free emotion ride.
I don't think I can handle the funeral. This girl was as close as a 'sister' I've ever had. I don't understand what the world wants, what more can it want to take away from me.
I'm not sure how I"m supposed to handle dealing with my best friend's blood all over my sneakers. I pretty much broke down at work at the club tonight, knowing that I need to come home and do SOMETHING with these shoes. Work was having some stupid debreifing. All these fucking idiots who didn't know her, all fucking emotional. They're just latching on. Its bullshit. Want a free emotion ride.
I don't think I can handle the funeral. This girl was as close as a 'sister' I've ever had. I don't understand what the world wants, what more can it want to take away from me.