June 2nd, to Angela-
Well. I'm on my way. I also heard something horrible you probably already know about.
So, Brittany had her baby and died from it. Why? Why? Why her? Why not me? Why couldn't I have died instead? I'm more worthless than her. But.... it says in her will she wants me to have Stacey. I don't know if I can. I'd have to work it out with her parents.
She was so young. Just like us Angela. She was a living, breathing person. Someone who laughed, and cried, and ranted. Just like us.
It's hard to believe that things like that can happen. It's always the good people who die.
Also, how are you?
I hope you're good.
Also, when I told you I was shot, I was. But. I told you the wrong hospital because I didn't want to talk about it. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm fine.
Stay positive, Ocean