July, 5th 2023,
My best friend was dead. Ironic he always said he wanted to be dead. I was sad, but i could bear through it. He was a good man, he just hated his life. I wouldn't blame him. He spent all his life taking care of someone who couldn't care less if he was dead or alive. It was saddening you know sitting there in his house being yelled at in the house he paid for. That's why she killed him, to take his home.
His wife had a mental breakdown and yelled at Harold all the time. Sydney, Sydney Cunningham. She was evil. So she killed him, I am the only one who knows. Who cares if they come for me. I want my friend to be happy as he rest in peace.