Last semester, I was in class, and my phone rang, and it was my aunt, crying, telling me to come home quickly. My father had cancer, and I knew that my aunt calling me from my house crying could only mean one thing. The worst part was that I had to try to push it into the back of my head long enough to drive back coherently.
I'm sorry for all of you who have lost loved ones. Xeno, you gave good advice, I appreciate seeing people trying to help others, as my family and medical history leaves me with little less than a 100% chance of becoming diabetic, possibly even by the time I'm 25 or 30.
Lolita, I'm very sorry for you, and it's good that you're able to talk about it. Sometimes it's much easier to speak about things semi-anonymously than to talk to your friends about them. It may hurt at first to think about it, but it is better than keeping it in. I hope that the person who did it spends the rest of their life sitting in a concrete room to develop remorse for doing something so horrible to another person.
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