One of my old friends died at about 2 am last night. He was with my other friends ex-boyfriend, who had been drinking all day at school, going about 100 MPH and they crashed. They LEFT my friend there and eventually someone found him and called an ambulance. His lungs collapsed in the ICU.
My friend's name was Josh. He was a little fried tweaker but he was a nice guy. He was like Anna Nicole and a really nice guy and he's the one who quit school to live with his meth cook uncle. I really feel so bad and I feel even worse thinking that maybe what happened wasn't as bad as him living a life as a dropout meth addict who was addicted because he uses to cover up the pain of when he was molested by his ice-head dad. I feel horrible for thinking that but... damn guys I just feel bad. Ruined my whole day. I want to go have a cigarette and get wasted. I'm not but I want to.
I know when he died he was happy because he was on morphine. He's that kind of guy and he's josh and I miss him.
They had the audacity to go to school the next day, where they were arrested. Matt (the driver *******) was 18 so he'll be tried as an adult. I don't know who or how old the others were. I hope they are tried as accessories.