Funeral's tomorrow. Her friend was stabbed to death in her own home. No suspects yet. This coming on the heels on my girlfriend's anniversary with nearly being raped a year ago. There's so much violence against women who do nothing but support their communities. It makes me sick. I don't know how she deals with it. I'm merely an observer, and these events are enough to put me in the fetal position. I'm at a loss for words or actions. Useless. Pathetic. Ashamed of the fact that I wish it was me who was killed instead. Then everyone would be free of my bullshit forever.