A friend of Jack Pinto, 6, who was killed Friday, wrote this note on display at Jack’s funeral today:
You are my best friend.
We had fun together.
I will miss you.
I will talk to you in my prayers.
I love you Jack.
IMAGE VIA: USA TODAY
If you dont reblog this… i dont even know what, all i know is that im bawling. i cant imagine losing my best friend now but at that age it would just be so much worse
I just reblogged this like an hour ago, but it deserves to be reblogged again.
I forgot that hail satan is not an acceptable phrase to express excitement
It’s the morning. You’re parents walk into you’re room to wake you up for school. First they just think you’re sleeping. But they notice your little chest isn’t moving. They notice your are slumped over the side of you’re bed, wrist up. They see a pool of blood beneath your lifeless arm. Your bed is covered in blood. Your whole body if colorless except for the red spots in certain spots. Their face goes white. They feel sick. You’re mom falls to her knees, hands trembling, tears streaming down her now very pale face. You’re dad runs to your motionless body. He begins to shake you yelling, “Wake up! I know you’re still here!” He begin to cry himself. You’re strong father is now balling his eyes out. One of you’re siblings run upstairs, knowing just what what happened before he even stepped into the room. They know you were feeling like this. Now they hate themselves. More than you ever hated yourself. They regret not saving you. They wish they said something. A day has passed and the whole school knows. All you’re friends just think you were sick and that they will see you tomorrow. But it’s five minutes before school ends and an announcement comes on the sound system. They share the loss. You’re best friend is in her class screaming out in pain. She wants to die. She goes home and locks herself in her own room. She paces around her room, crying, thinking. She pulls out a long scarf from her closet. 20 minutes have passed and you’re best friend is now gone as well… she was hoping to meet you again. Now the school is mourning the loss of two bright teenagers. Two families cry tonight. You’re crush hears this news and doesn’t talk to anyone for days. He stops eating. He stops talking. He stops living. He just sits alone in his dark room thinking of all the ways he should have helped. You’re dead forever. Those people who made fun of you cry tonight too. They never meant to kill anyone. You’re teachers have to go through all you’re records and take you out of their classes. They cry tonight too. That one teacher who saw you’re arm? They will live their life in regret, knowing if they would have done something you could have had a family, gone to collage. Had a future… but now you’re dead. You may not think anyone cares, but everyone does. Deep down everyone will die a little inside knowing the girl who never went a day without smiling was actually hurting so much inside. You matter. Please don’t leave me tonight. You can make it through this. I believe in you.
I cried :’(
people tell me i have sex hair but it’s more like “virgin who doesn’t brush her hair” hair