nyghtwish

I'm working on cleaning all the JUNK out of my room...possibly because this might be my last summer at home. I don't know yet. But anyway, I've gone through drawers, folders, notebooks, all sorts of things I haven't looked at in years. I found pictures of me with a friend of mine the last time I saw her. She died almost two years ago.

It's weird, but I feel like it's hitting me truly for the first time. I mean, sure, I was horrified and in shock when I first found out. My parents drove all the way up to school to be with me because I could barely stand up.

It's hard looking at her. Remembering her laugh, her smile. Remembering biking around the neighborhood when we were little, remembering long talks late at night on IM. And then I remember that I always meant to say hi. I always meant to catch up, to see how life was going. I thought I had the rest of our lives. Turns out I only had the rest of hers...