Life is not all warm and fuzzy. When I was 16 my first girlfriend was 22 years old. She was going to Sonoma State college and she commited suicide with pills while sitting in the parking lot at the school. There was no reason as to why she did this. She was beautiful, played guitar, and sang like an angel. She was very popular with everyone. This dammaged my trust, but time passed. When I started college a girl named Heather fell in love with me and I fell crazy in love with her. We even went to church together!.. She was trying out for the OLYIMPIC swim team, but she did'nt make the team. Her friend Jenna Johnson won gold. Heather shot herself in the heart. I asked all of her friends why she did this! I was told that her father was a drunk, and had molested her when she was a child and it had bothered her greatly. She never told me a thing about this! This tore me appart. I was in love with her. She left me a note saying that she loved me, and that she knew that I loved her. The note said that if I was reading the note she was probably dead. I drove to the police station with the note and I was informed that she had died at the hospital after neighbors had heard the shot and called the police. I never trusted love or long term relationships after all of this. Why would I? Why would anyone?



