I'm feeling bad for people I barely know, and for people I never knew at all. My cousin's niece's roommate was murdered by her father, along with her mother and little sister, probably about a month ago. My cousin just found out, and she told us. I only met the niece a couple of times; at parties, I think. I can't remember her, although my mother described her for me. I just read an article on CNN about the rise in murder-suicides, and I probably read about this at some point but I never thought that anyone I knew might be personally affected. I never got along with my roommate, but I certainly wouldn't have wanted her to die. I can't even imagine... her half of the room, full of everything she owns, and she's not coming back and she had no idea. How do you sleep in there? How do you pass your finals after that?
They always say you should tell the people you care for that you care for them, but you really can't. Most people aren't thinking in terms of possible death, and they'll stare at you like you have six heads or think you're in love with them. I wish I could tell everyone I love how much I love them. I know that when I die, if it's slow and I have time to think-- I know I'll be regretting that. But I'm not brave enough to take precautions.
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