Fuck

Randall's dead. It's all over the news. They're holding a  candlelight vigil tomorrow night. The funeral is Monday, but I don't know if I can do it.

Maybe I should have said yes when he asked me to marry him last year. He cried because I told him that I loved him too much for something like that. He's more like an at-times incestual brother. 20 years. Fuck I love that boy.

Ashley stopped by my parents' house when I was gone looking for me. Then she got Eric to come pick her up. They returned with Ashley freaking out that Blake might know that she was with Eric. I escorted her home, and he seemed to be fine. But there are guns everywhere, and I don't need another friend killed by some psycho jealous bastard.

Life is so fucked.

Randall wanted me to get a job though, so that's what I'm going to do.