Hughbie: get over it, toughen the fuck up and get on with your friggen life...if this is even real. Shit happens in life, deal with it.
CK: if you trully want to be happy in life, get a dick suck it makes everyone happy
bb: stop being emo, nice story though. now grow some balls/
Anonymous: .....damn. you all are bastards. I bet none of you have ever truly experienced love before, especially you hughbie. I for one have and I know exactly how this guy would feel. That would destroy a person.
Hughbie: ^Oi bright spark, I've been there trust me trolloboy, so you too can harden the fuck up you big girls blouse.
Anonymous: Walk it off. pussy
Anonymous: pretty stupid promise. love is chemical reaction. you drug addicts you
Anonymous: *cries* feels bad bro... feels really bad. You told her how you feel. When she died she was probably a million miles away in thought, thinking about what you said and how good that made her feel. in the short time that she lived after you told her that, she probably thought about you quite a bit. She could very well have been thinking about you the instant she left us. You made her day :)
cybersinner: If this is true, then I am sorry, man. I have been through something similar in the past and the scar will stay with you forever.
Anonymous: so, shoot yourself already, no point in existing then
Anonymous: what this story didn't mention was that because of his pshychopatic affections for this girl he cut the fuel pipe the day before and rewired the car so that the gas puddle under the car would explode when the engine starts... if he couldn't have her no-one would!
tunni88: you shoulda raped that buning body and stole her ear rings
nigguhpwease: pedobear in disguise
The Original Spoon: Proof that this is fake: No way would he say, "I fell to my knees and smelled the love of my life burn to death." Smelled? That's like when in that Australian movie that woman says, "Dingo ate my baby." She might say "Dingo took my baby." But no grieving mother is going to go so far in thought as to describe her baby being eaten. And no matter how big a douchebag this brokenhearted schmuck is ----
The Original Spoon: Also, what exactly is he smelling? Like he'll be able to savor her aroma over the fuel and car seats and shit. Anyway, even if he is the level of douchebag to where he would describe his experience of smelling his true love's burning body --- shit, I lost my train of thought.
InternetH8Machine: I almost made it till the end...until i read "blackened skin"...now Im in the mood for delicious chikins....
Dollar Bill: The girl in the story is not dead. She let her cousin borrow her ear-rings and was going to catch up later as she was riding up with ME in my '73 Vette! She is not dead. She is alive...and she likes smokin' primo weed, drinking tequila and taking it up the ass. She's a real screamer, and she's all mine, emo bitches.