I’ve never been so scared in my entire life. Thinking back on it now it feels like it was all a bad dream. And I wish it was. But I know it wasn’t. Because I can feel it. My body can feel it. My mind can feel it. It replays all over again…That moment when I leave the store with my two coworkers and a stranger pulls a gun at us. I’ve never felt such fear. I’ve never been so helpless. I’ve never been so weak. I remember falling to the ground, afraid that he would shoot. If I hadn’t of seen her run, I probably wouldn’t have. I was so terrified. I ran like the devil himself was behind me. The worse I think it just how much a second makes a difference. One second…we were just laughing, talking. The next we here “Freeze” and a gun is pointed towards us. That’s what haunts me the most. The immense fear overwhelming instead me. I can still feel it. I think it’ll always haunt me…Little by little it’ll slowly fade. But the sound of his voice…the image of the gun…and my heart bursting with fear…that I will never forget. 

Why must you irritate the shit out of me?! You wonder why you don’t have many friends, why you can’t keep a girlfriend, and why most people don’t particularly like you…it’s because you’re an asshole and I feel like your purposely being one. I try to be nice and be your friend but God do you always have to say things so condescending and douche-like. You know what fuck you. I’m done dealing with your shit. I’m not gonna be your friend, not be your friend, be your friend, not be your friend pattern all over again. I’m tired. Even my friends say your a complete dick and I’ve stood up for you because I see some good in you. But your personality sometimes just completely wipes out the good sometimes. I’m done with you for the last time. I hope you never talk to me again.