friday the thirteenth. regardless of which month it is , i will hate it .
friday the thirteenth stole away the most amazing young man iv'e ever met.
it wast the last day that he spent alive . the last day that he spent , fighting to stay that way , and losing.
i hate it . i hate how my stupid ass was watching a river cats game .
totally unaware of what was going on . not knowing that somewhere in a hospital,
someone i cared about was dying .
unaware that i'd never be able to talk to him again .
unaware of how many hearts were breaking that night .
fuck you , friday the thirteenth.
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