My roommate/ our best friend died on Friday. I'm the one who found him and I'm beyond heartbroken and traumatized. I don't understand. I should've checked on that stupid son of a bitch sooner. Maybe I could've saved him. I don't think I'll ever be able to live with myself or shake off the guilt. I can't eat, I've hardly slept, I can't stop crying and it's getting worse since the shock's worn off. He drove me up the Goddamn wall with ...
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