April 09, 2003 - 8:31 p.m.
A sophmore from my school was discover dead last night in her bathtub.
No one knows what happened. Did she try to drown herself? Did she stand up to get something, slip, and hit her head? Did she just fall asleep in the bathtub and sank down before she realized what she was doing.
No one knows. No one fucking cares. One death is all we can take at my school, any more and it becomes a regularity.
The teachers don't talk about it, I don't think they want us to ask questions about how it happened.
What a way to go. What a good freaking way. Can you imagine sitting in the afterlife saying, "Yeah, I died when I fell asleep in the tub."
What the fuck? Where's the fucking honor. When Michelle died, it was in a car accident. That provided closure, answers. We could identify how her body was smashed and cut and decide exactly how it happened. We don't even get that justice.
A car crash is a good, normal way to die. It's tragic, but not unheard of, an accident no one could help. Dying in the bathtub is a fucking mockery.
And then there are the girls that laugh about it.
Oh, how fucking funny. I'm cracking up right now.
