Dont you hate it when you know you could of done more to prevent things, even if it had driven you to a place you dont want to go. Done one thing that showed what you felt. Then its all too late. Its gone. You cant stop thinking what if i had stayed that bit longer, spent more time on it, been more understanding. Stayed up more than 20 hours a day over summer just so you could keep in better contact with the people that you dont see any more. I suppose this just relates to me though.
Life is great as i think you can see from the above statement.
Im still in contact with everyone i went to school with they havent forgotten about me, they have just finally been given the chance to escape from me.