wake up wake up wake up im so tired of waiting... LP

last night i watched the new episode of ugly betty, not something i usually do, but i needed some one on one time with my mom... when the end came up it showed that santos was acctually dead. something that they led u to belive that he was alive and his weding with hilda was still on... when my brother started makin fun of my crying mother... just then i realized that i too was crying... i wanted my friend Lyle back.

My friend Lyle Allsopp commetted suicide jsut a few weeks earlier. i had not cried till that point, realizing that i didnt accept the fact that he was gone. then i did what i ususally do when i hear about someone that has passed on... i pump up the Sum 41. and have a 20-30 min shower. after i did something diffrent, usually ill just sulk around till i finaly decide to go to bed. i wrote, and wrote... the pencil wouldnt stop till 5 pages later... it was awkward. i have this story type paper sitting in my locker not knowing what to do with  it... i thaught i should give it to my teacher and get him to prof read it then send it into one of those chiken soup for the teenage soul places, but then decided against it, b/c not many ppl read that book anyways, and this was something special.,  i feel that the world should know how much it hurts ppl when they do something like that...

when you think of suicide think of the people your hurting. even if you cannot think of one solitary name, think amber pahl, i miss Lyle like crazy and so do the thousands of others, theres an amber in everyones life. i love all my friends, wether ive known them for life or since the begining of summer...i would not want any one of them gone.