School sucks. Life sucks. People also suck. But every once and a while a person will come along an turn your world upside down. Then that person goes and does something fucking stupid that everyone they know just feel worse themselves. No this isn't a story about a person I met, nor am I'm the one that is effected by this. I'm the one the went and did the stupid thing. And the rest of this is about my friends each writing their own experience in here. Why? Cause this is another thing that I wanted them to do. And I wanted them to find me first. Cause my fucking stupid mistake is I slit my throat.

-Tristen-

4/17/17

   I can't handle what I'm dealing with here. You see here my best friend came up to Christen and Tyler and me and had this weird bag that was full of presents. She  gave it to us and told us not to open it at midnight the 29th of Jaunary . And left like what the fuck. Now I'm sitting here writing shit that has happened today. Ugh. I just need to breathe.
      My best friend I never saw the rest of that day. She told us a while back that she has more than one friend group and she has deccited times for each group. Even when the times that she said taht she would be there she wasn't. We think there's something wrong with her. The last time she wasn't ok she hit me up at like 2 in the morning, crying. I barley understood her and I told her that I would just hang up and Skype her. She was ok with it. When she accepted the call, I knew exactly what was wrong. She made me promise her that I will tell no one about the events that night.
      The next day was chilly and every one wore long shirts. And she could get away with hiding it. I kept that promise. Well all until today. We all, her friends, got around and now where writing in this journal that she set up. She a genius, actually. What was going through her mind? What made her do it? Are we to blame?

-Rachel-

1/29/17

I know the date doesn't match with when we are, but it's an important date I need to talk about. It's was the day that she didn't show up.
      I didn't open it at midnight like she told me. It sat on my bed side, in its rapping. It's was brown paper and white string. To Rachel it read on it. Appertly she marked it to sepperat the groups. My side, Raven, Aridan,

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All right tomorrow is a really important day for me. It's called reflection day. And it's a day, my last day of being that age, were I reflect apon that year. 13 was I call Road Block. So I guess tomorrow's a vent. And I'm asking people permission to talk smack on them it's okay.