Two nights ago I had an eye-opening experience, as hard as it is for me to write this I feel it's better for me to let it out. On July 1st my best frined died. After bringing her home from a party I told her not to leave her house seeing how drunk she was, not to mention we were both on zanis. She kept telling me how much she wanted to go back to the party and I insisted that she didn't leave her house. I took her car keys but then she told m she needed to work early in the morning, so I gave them back. So I waited out side of her house for 10 minutes to make sure she didn't leave. At 2 AM she was pronounced dead. She left her house 30 mins after I went home. In the morning I got a call from her mother saying she bled to death after crashing into a tree on her back the party. Moral of the story I learned not to be so mean and not to take things for granted; you never know when you time is up. I wont be flamming anymore.
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