I don't think suicide is something to joke about, at all. I'm not looking for sympathy when I say this, more like getting a point across. My friend (for his/her sake I won't give a name) keeps saying they are going to kill themselves. I thought they were serious at first but after the last 3 times they told me they were going to do it & never did, I just classified it as a pity calling. I think it's hard for some people to grasp what I have been through the last 7 months. Sorry to say that my readers will never know what exactly happened unless they are a genius of some sort & can put context clues together at an astounding rate, they won't know. Let's say 2 suicides in a 7 month period mentally & physically(pardon my French) fucks someone up & everything in between but that's just the bit of it. Moving here was a big chance I took & I have my regrets but I remind myself i'm here for a reason. I'm not playing games anymore.
Anyways, the Massachusetts' had me over for dinner. We had enchiladas & I accidental ate a piece of meat but oh well, i'll be okay. I'm sorry for eating part of your face, cow. Also, from now on guy Massachusetts will be still called 'Massachusetts' however girl Massachusetts (room mates of other MA) will be called Canada for everyone's sake of future confusion. Well, anyways, Massachusetts turned me onto this killer band called 'The Pretty Reckless' that I have taken quite a fancy to. The lead singer reminds me, strangely enough, of me when I was 15-17. Odd.
Besides that, we sat around for a good hour or more having a heart to heart conversation with both of them about subject matters that will not be reviled on the internet in case I get more bullhonkey thrown my way for expressing my opinion.
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