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Dear Diary,
I thought this day was going to end well since I was getting ready to hang out with Sandy before she hibernates for the winter until the tragedy struck that night.
I heard something really loud and terrifying that night. A noise no one wants to hear from your next store neighbor at all. A noise of a gun. There was so much that was making me scared about it.
I went to his house later on that night and I yelled out his name until I reached his bedroom. I saw him, blood all over his body and very gruesome looking. I felt like vomiting from the way he looked. I called the doctor and then I held him until they came to pick him up. I tried to wake him up, but I knew he wouldn't. I thought it was a joke. He got booed at his concert that night and then he did something terrible to himself. I wish I could talk him out of it, but I could not since I was nearly asleep at the time. I highly regret it, horribly.
The first people I talked to about it was my parents. They came over my house today after me and Patrick were talking about it for a while. They told me about not going to work today and to talk to all their friends about it. I told everyone including Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy about it.
After a while, I ended up getting a therapist to help me with my PTSD I have been experiencing for the past day now. I am feeling a bit better but it will take time to understand and live my life without Squidward and have my friends to help me through this time. This is all I want to talk about tonight Diary.
Goodnight,
SpongeBob