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Post by strumntheguitar on Jan 11, 2008 2:02:14 GMT -5
I got this email from my friend, Matt, at 11:58 pm
Scott, I am sorry. I spent the last two years of my life trying to fit in. It just can't happen. I'm different, you see?!? Anything that anyone finds interesting, I find boring. Everything that anyone likes, I could care less. I tried to fit in, I tried to make friends, yet now here's the end...
In the end, you were all that cared. The only one. When I am gone, you'll be the lone stallion. Still livin' the dream, the only dream. Accepting all, fearing none... The one lone virtue, which which remains hidden amongst society.
You accepted me, rather than feared me. I am different, and neither I nor you cared. Difference is indifferent... Others crack jokes, you just tell them.
I thank you, you're the sole reason this is postponed. I met you, I loved you, fuggit I felt I was you at times... You took me in under your wing, took me out and weren't afraid to shout that I was your friend.
It's just I can no longer deal with it. The pressure, the burden, the Weight. Everyday I was living a lie. People were meant for much more... more than I'll ever amount. I'm selfless, a pity, I won't leave a doubt. I'm afraid, a lone astray, left to hang.
By the time you get this I'll be without air The knot's my necklace No more to fear.
Forever in Debt, Matt
By the time I called him, it was too late... I called a friend down the street from him to go see what was up, and he saw through his window the silhouette of his limp body... Tonight, I lost my best friend to a selfish endeavor.
Post by spookymonster on Jan 11, 2008 10:06:57 GMT -5
Two quotes come to mind, both from Macbeth.
For him: Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death, To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd, As 'twere a careless trifle.
And for you: Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
I'm so sorry to see all this sadness Strum. I hope you can lean on everyone here to support you in your time of need. Death isn't an easy thing to get through and its quite obvious that you are open and comfie enough to let everyone here know your true pain.
I am so sorry for your loss and keep writing here when you need to, you have everyones support.
People get sick. And they can't imagine ever feeling any better. So they end their pain and it transfers to others.
That is the sad truth of it.
(I was having myself a little pity party this morning, as a matter of fact. Your friend's untimely end reminded me of how great life actually is, and my trivial 'problems' were gone in a flash.)
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