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ok well everyone i have a new post from one of lizs friends here it goes:
JENN MATRONE:
I have know this girl since i was in sixth grade. She never used to like me or chill with me, but there was never any bad blood. When she graduated from grade school i thought i had seen the last of her. I knew she was cool, the she liked some of the music i like, and wore the color black alot but i'll never forget the next time i saw her. Believe it or not, she was sitting on the steps of the church across from our sevie, smoking a Marlboro red, laughing. She ran over to me, gave me a huge hug and said "Remember me?" How the hell could i forget? The more i started chillen' with her the more i found out that she was alot like me. She hung out with alot of my friends, including a very good friend from freshman year in PW that i am still in contact with (Andrew). I knew she was sort of dating my ex-boyfriend and one of the most vile people in the world (Jason) so i was extremely suprised when, one night in the KOP parking lot i told her i liked her, and she asked me out. I was completely speechless. Of course, i accepted and we had a few months of bliss. Only one problem keeping us apart....... heroin. I used to be an addict. My only purpose in life was the fixx. I couldn't take hers. I told her i'd help her stop and everything would be ok. In turn she stole her mother's car and introduced heroin to a good friend of mine. We broke up, still very close friends. She started dating a nazi named Lewis (while still dating Jason on the side lines -- he was a free hook-up) A few weeks later i got a call in the afternoon. It was from a friend of mine named Chris Grahn. He asked me if i was sitting down after telling me that he and many of my other friends were at Beth's house waiting for me. I sat down in my dining room, thinking he'd say so and so got in a car accident, so and so lost this deal last night. Instead he told me that one of the only people i ever really loved was dead, suicide. I got to Beth's twenty minutes later balling. The day of her funeral was the first day i had been to a church in years and the first time i ever actually participated in a mass. That day will go down in my memory as something that can never be erased. A part of my soul will never be with me again and many will not be forgiven for not stopping her. I will not be forgiven for not stopping her. And Jason Phipps will someday pay with his life for what he did.
