means to an end
I sit here at stupid bloody o'clock,have tried for advice off family and friends,but to no avail...Im just lost...a close friend of mine committed suicide 4 days ago,i was away at work when i had the news(thats another story,why couldnt they wait till i got home)..He was my mate,since we was kids...i hate him,i hate what he has done,he was maried 3 beautifull young kids a wife,loving family,flippin great friends,why,why now.no time is a good time i guess,christmas round the corner,i hate him,over money,over stupid godamn money,did it while his kids was in the house..He was my friend,i hate,but love him,he looked after my kids,we was friends since nursery...His mother has asked me to say some words at the funeral,they are coming to pick me up to go to their house in the morning...I am not going,i am not going to answer the door,i dont think its brave what he's done,i dont think it courage,its a weak way out,he has left everyone hurting except him...Tommorrow i want to wash every memory away and tell everyone that i hope that is there is a hell,because that is where he belongs...over money,thats all...money