Overwhelmed

Any of you reading this probably already know what's happened, but I feel like I have to put it into words, anyway. I got home today after going to my grandma's house. My phone had turned itself off, but when I turned it on, I had a text from David asking me if Diantha was okay. I didn't know Diantha wasn't okay. I got online, went directly to MySpace, and found a stream of bulletins written under her profile by her friend Chelsie.

Diantha almost died last night because she took every single one of her pills and washed it all down with a "large amount" of alcohol.

Diantha almost died last night.

Everyone has their own way of dealing with this kind of pain and stress. Mine is to listen to the best of Simon and Garfunkel, to worry endlessly, and to sweat. I'm doing all three of those things, trying to build up the courage to call her mom in hopes of finding out which hospital Diantha's staying at. I can't believe what's happened has.

I'm too scared to cry, but too upset to try and talk. I don't know what's going to happen, or how anyone will ever be able to get over this. This episode has caused a giant wave that's crashed over all of Diantha's friends, and now we're left to gaze out into the horizon, soaking wet, and hurt from head to toe. We're staring, trying to see her, but our eyes are blurred.

That's all I can bring myself to write right now.