You know, life is very precious. You never know when you might end up on the 6 o' clock news. Some things today made me think about that. Life is really fucking scary. You can't even be sure who is your real friend or who is a person who claims to be your friend, you can't be sure if the person you're talking with is really happy or just hiding how angry and pissed off they are, and you can't be sure if the person you know is really as friendly and warm as they come off as. I've run into some unexpected things today. From now on, I appreciate my life more, even if nothing has happened to me. I shed a tear for this person who has made me realize these things. I thank you and I curse you.
This is referring to an incident that happened recently. A girl I worked with during the production of Our Town had apparently set up a hit list and then decided that the people on that list wouldn't be the only victims of her wrath. She seemed to be a friend to me, always nice and serene. Then today I find out that she wanted to kill people I know and am friends with...maybe even me. I couldn't believe it at all. She's not here now. I'm assuming at home or some place where she can't carry out her sadistic plans. I feel betrayed in a way. But it's at least nice to know we won't end up on the 6 o' clock news.
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