Sunday, September 27, 2009

worst day of my life


Current mood:
crushed
Category: Life

Paul is dead. He comitted suicide in the early hours of this morning - alone on a remote road over 2 hours from Sydney, he drank 8 bottles of alcohol, swallowed 100 panadols and slit his wrists Dying face down in a pool of blood.

Gone

So so very sad - such a waste, I never wanted that

Words can't express anything. Not now.

He's gone and I'll never see his smile again.

The end

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