I was looking over notes I got at the retreat i went to sophomore year, and I found one from Mrs. B. I don't even remember what her name was.... Bouchard? She appreciated me hanging back after everyone went to bed to talk to Jeff. Not my brother, but the kid I've been calling Brian. I guess, I got his name mixed up with the other guy I was
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You should talk to justin...he's got a pretty harsh suicide/friend story. made me cry.
im such a pussy.
But i love you.
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I remember... A kid in my subdivision committed suicide, shotgun in the laundry room. I went to the funeral with my family. It looked so fake. They had to do some...reconstruction...for the sake of the funeral, but it looked so fake. I cried that night. I never knew the guy, but I knew that it wasn't fair that he felt bad enough to pull the trigger. I joined a support group at Hart because of that, in addition to other things.
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