Dear me, You fucking idiot. Stop crying. It was your choice to down the six beers. Stop craving for a seventh one. Now either STFU or kill yourself. No other option. You have no right to live. None at all. You should be dead and buried six feet under. It's not like anybody would even miss you anyways. Get the fuck to school. Get the fuck to work. Stop lying around and drowning in self pity. Haven't you learned it gets you no where?! Your life sucks. It's your fucking fault. Nobody elses. So stop blaming other people. They don't deserve any of the blame. GET THAT THROUGH YOUR THICK HEAD, you miserable bitch. Now, just find the damn gun and shoot yourself. Drink the bleach. DO SOMETHING ALREADY!!! It's your fault she's dead. You know it. You should have stopped her. But no, you were sleeping. Testament to your laziness. You'd rather sleep than save a life. It's your fault HE died. Yes, you know it is. You were to harsh on him that night. You should have been supportive, but no. You weren't, you miserable traitor. Bottomline: You deserve everything coming your way. It's all your fault; from her death, to his hatred, to the damn eviction. Kill yourself already. Make it stick this time.