I found out tonight that a gut from my high school killed himself. I didn't really know him, but I've seen him many times, very distant, nice body, sweet smile. I'm really sorry, Paul. I'm sorry that you felt the need to sit in your red jeep and inhale toxic fumes to find your deathly home. I can't say that I'll miss you, but I know that others will. Was college life that mistreating? Whats weird is, my ex-boyfriend slept with your ex-girlfriend before I slept with him and after you slept with her, so I basically slept with you... I probably would have never thought about it that way if you weren't dead. Harsh as it may sound, its reality. Rest in peace, Paul MacDonald. Maybe I'll see you again sometime.Birth sign: Not entered
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