"Another six months I'll be unknown"
WARNING:BAD SPELLER, DO NOT COMMENT ON POOR SPELLING!
This is the story and my thoughts of a kid named Danny LaBella....
Danny LaBella, a kid born and raised in Long Island, New York. Same as me. He lived to the year 2008, but no more then 2 or 3 hours into it. It was New Years Eve. Aperently, he had gotten into a "nothing fight" with his girlfriend. They made up, and they both decided that he was a bit drunk. So he started to drive back to his dad's house to sleep it off. He never made it there. At around 2 to 3 AM on January 1st, 2008, Danny drove himself into some random gas station, took his rifle out of his trunk, and shot himslef in the head. I think he was only 20 years old.
He left behind a father, a mother, a step mother, a sister, lots of his close friends, lots of not-so-close friends, the entire world, and hippie boys like me who didn't really even know him. All his life, he was prolly tossed around between his dad and his mom. Going from house to house, simply living on. When he was 18, he joined the military. Nearly a year later was the first time I ever saw him. My church was giving him their "blessings" becuase he had just finished training camp and was going off to war. I was mabie 13 at the time and I didn't give it much thought. I caught a glimpse of Danny in his uniform, then I rushed down stairs to get the first shot at whatever baked goods they were serving downstairs.
When he was done with his "tour" of Iraq (that is what the military calls a 8-12 month period spent in Iraq from a soldger), he was deemed "mentally unstable". It was very unlikely that he would be called for his possible second tour, even though he was fully in the marienes. This was a good thing, because he didn't really want to go back, but when he applied for a job in the NYPD (New York City Police Department, who are VERY desprate for good cops at the moment), he was turned down, becuase they did backround checks and saw he was deemed "meantally unstable" by the marienes.
Pretty soon, New Years Eve came around, and Danny never got another chance. He had killed himself. In a few hours (its 11:30 PM right now) it will have been six months since Danny LaBella left earth. I never really knew the guy. My sister kind of knew him, but still not very much. Even with that factor, every time I think about him, I nearly break down and cry. Weather its in the middle of a comedy movie, or the middle of a funeral. I just think of him, his mother, and anyone else who may have been close to him.
Why the hell can't I forget? I try so hard sometimes, but I just can't. Why couln't his situation have been like the one described in Blink-182's "Adam's Song" where in the end the kid doesn't kill himself? Or even if he did, why can't people like me just forget about him after six months? "In another six months I'll be unknown"? Thats the most freakin selfish thing I've ever herd from anyone who would consider suside, I havent even forgotten about this guy I didn't even know. You think you're friends and family are EVER going to forget about you? Not very likely. Why did this happen?
Why did this happen....
This is the story and my thoughts of a kid named Danny LaBella....
Danny LaBella, a kid born and raised in Long Island, New York. Same as me. He lived to the year 2008, but no more then 2 or 3 hours into it. It was New Years Eve. Aperently, he had gotten into a "nothing fight" with his girlfriend. They made up, and they both decided that he was a bit drunk. So he started to drive back to his dad's house to sleep it off. He never made it there. At around 2 to 3 AM on January 1st, 2008, Danny drove himself into some random gas station, took his rifle out of his trunk, and shot himslef in the head. I think he was only 20 years old.
He left behind a father, a mother, a step mother, a sister, lots of his close friends, lots of not-so-close friends, the entire world, and hippie boys like me who didn't really even know him. All his life, he was prolly tossed around between his dad and his mom. Going from house to house, simply living on. When he was 18, he joined the military. Nearly a year later was the first time I ever saw him. My church was giving him their "blessings" becuase he had just finished training camp and was going off to war. I was mabie 13 at the time and I didn't give it much thought. I caught a glimpse of Danny in his uniform, then I rushed down stairs to get the first shot at whatever baked goods they were serving downstairs.
When he was done with his "tour" of Iraq (that is what the military calls a 8-12 month period spent in Iraq from a soldger), he was deemed "mentally unstable". It was very unlikely that he would be called for his possible second tour, even though he was fully in the marienes. This was a good thing, because he didn't really want to go back, but when he applied for a job in the NYPD (New York City Police Department, who are VERY desprate for good cops at the moment), he was turned down, becuase they did backround checks and saw he was deemed "meantally unstable" by the marienes.
Pretty soon, New Years Eve came around, and Danny never got another chance. He had killed himself. In a few hours (its 11:30 PM right now) it will have been six months since Danny LaBella left earth. I never really knew the guy. My sister kind of knew him, but still not very much. Even with that factor, every time I think about him, I nearly break down and cry. Weather its in the middle of a comedy movie, or the middle of a funeral. I just think of him, his mother, and anyone else who may have been close to him.
Why the hell can't I forget? I try so hard sometimes, but I just can't. Why couln't his situation have been like the one described in Blink-182's "Adam's Song" where in the end the kid doesn't kill himself? Or even if he did, why can't people like me just forget about him after six months? "In another six months I'll be unknown"? Thats the most freakin selfish thing I've ever herd from anyone who would consider suside, I havent even forgotten about this guy I didn't even know. You think you're friends and family are EVER going to forget about you? Not very likely. Why did this happen?
Why did this happen....
I know how it feels.
Sometimes i think maybe i should kill myself, it's not like anyone would care. but you know what? Even if the world is still going round, there are so many people who are hurt to the core. For life, and they may never get over that, never. Thats why i would never, ever, kill myself. And I don't know why anyone else would. even if there life seems bad, there are so many people who will never get over it. Never.
Thats very sensitive of you.
I feel so bad that my best friend / ex boyfriend, is going to war.
I am crushed, he thinks it's the greatest thing in the world, and I don't know how to tell him that it will change his life forever, and I just hope he will be ok.
I hope and wish, and PRAY! Me? Praying! That he will be ok, 'cuz i love everyone. I don't care if i don't know them, I love them all.
TessicaT.Kirk, June 14th, 2008 at 10:56:21pm
You're sensitive.
I know what's it like to care too much sometimes. It sucks. Makes you feel like the entire world is on your shoulders, but there's nothing you can do.
You should just try to learn to let go. I know it's easier to said than done. heh...
A lot of things are killing me when I think about them too much.
Makes me feel so hopeless.
sh*t happens... now and always will. There's nothing we can do about it. Just try not to think about it too much, hippy boy.
princess consuela, June 14th, 2008 at 12:55:22pm
i don't what to say, even if i did, it'd ring hollow. i don't know why people kill themselves. it's so sad that they do. for some reason, this hurt me more than it probably should've. it leaves me numb, and i don't know why. all i can really try to say is i hope to god that he's in a better place.
get famous, June 1st, 2008 at 02:49:51am
I've known a few guys who fought in Vietnam, none of them were ever the same afterwards. Wars can do terrible things to the human mind. And the knockback from the NYPD was probably the last major thing he could handle. No one will ever know what finally drove someone to do this to themselves, to take their own lives. And yet we remember and contemplate suicides longer than those deaths of natural causes principally because we do not understand why. There are so many questions left unresolved for those left behind. Why is only one of them.
Grandma, June 1st, 2008 at 12:11:53am
wow, this is deep..
i don't know what to say.
pseudo superhero, June 1st, 2008 at 12:05:49am
I'm sorry. I know what its like to lose someone, but not to suicide. I seriously believe people leave the world at set times, as long as they aren't stupid. It was his time to leave apparently, and there was a reason. Just hang in there, and it sucks that he felt this way. you're having a hard time because you care, he's a human being, and it's a huge thing for someone to die. *hugs*
Bubble Wrap., June 1st, 2008 at 12:01:21am