whiteskunk wrote:
To make things worse, two friends
(of mine) were there and saw it happen. . .they have never let me live that down.
Hmm might explain the two shallow graves in your backyard.
Myself I can not think of one major thing. Its more like hundreds of little things that
I remember on a daily basis at random that makes me reacted in a uncontrolable way
sometimes speaking aloud something like "I want to die". Trying to think of an
example............... Oh in high school I was setting at a table in the library there was
a room with a door right behide me. A good looking girl came up to one end of the table and said real friendly "hi mr jones" (jones being my made up last name for this
story) and I said "hello" about that time I here the door close and her eyes fixed
on a teacher with the same last name. Neither even noticed me.