While I was watching his mother and sister crying their hearts out, even though I didn't know what happened yet, I got up, pulled the tube out of my arm, and I walked into the room and just hugged them. I couldn't help it. I couldn't just sit there and watch a young boy die. We sat and cried for a good four hours before they finally went home.
Now I don't know what to do. I'm so disturbed by what happened, but I have no one to talk to. I don't have any real friends, and my man is emotionally incompetent. When I got home, I was watching TV with my mom, and I just randomly bursted out into tears. But I didn't tell her what happened because she would have worried too much like she always does.
Fuck... why do innocent young people have to die so pointlessly? FUCK now I'm crying again...



