I feel like the worst person alive right now.
A friend of my "ex" commited suicide...she didn't know him well, but her boyfriend, my best friend, had a discussion class with the guy. He shot himself in the stomach. He bled to death on the operating table, because his mom walked in on him. The last thing he said to her was that he didn't want to die.
I keep thinking of that...it tears me up. But not about my friends. I feel bad about them, but, I feel the most for his mother. I guess it's natural. But I think the sadness I should be feeling for my friends is being blocked by other emotions. Selfish reasons.
For one, I miss them. Summer is o