4 & 6 March 2016
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4th March 2016
I’m in no mood to do anything today. I just saw my best friend die a tragic, bloody death while fighting (IN VAIN!!!) for what is rightfully his.
I’ll probably never write in this journal anymore. I’ll probably never live anymore.
O’Malley
6th March 2016
I was wrong. I’m back, journal.
They’re having the funeral today. For Randy. Back in Texas. The Whitercolls and the old folks home residents have organised one for him in a church.
I’m too upset to go. That’s all I can say. I just can’t bare to see his lifeless corpse for the second time in my life.
If only I had stopped him before he got up onto that tractor. If only I hadn’t stood there like an i***t while he put his life on the line. If only I had advised him to think things through on the way to his ranch. He would probably still be around.
It’s all my fault. Randy died because of me. I’m a lousy friend to him. I don't deserve him at all. I don’t deserve anyone to be my friend anymore.
O’Malley
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