The worst day of my life was when I got a phone call from my boyfriend's sister that my boyfriend got killed. I was taking a shower and started calling his phone and getting dressed at the same time. My mom came pick me up and I went to the place where he got shot. I was running there praying the God that is not him. The police was there, people looking and there he was laying there on the ground (thank God cover) I start to go crazy. It was our worst nightmare to loose each other and now I'm living it!!!!!!! It's been 4 months now and I still think about that night and I can't control it. I miss him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2007-03-05
05:31:02
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➔ Psychology