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I am once ashamed of who I am.
I just recieved a phone call about 5 minutes ago, from Elaine. She sounded just fine. I just got out of the shower... for some reason I knew she was going to call... but not for the horrible reason she did call for.
My friend Zak Griffin is dead. Dead. As in, I will never see him again. Ever. I met Zak when I was in third grade, and I had a crush on him. Then I moved to another school, and the following year (fifth grade)he came. I liked him again. He was so cute. And so funny. But time passes, and I quit liking him. We were pretty good friends, but not all that great, you know? After 8th grade, I only talked to him like twice on Myspace, and once on the phone. Nothing exciting. I wanted to talk to him though, but I must have been really boring or something.
Zak was in a four-wheeling race, and he fell off. This is a race, right? A guy couldn't stop and he ran him over. Zak died on the way to the hospital.
During the day today, I was talking to Elaine on AIM, and I told her that I was sad he didn't talk to me anymore. Then we talked about how goofy he was in elementary school, because one of the teachers didn't like him.
This is all very sentimental and important, and I'm going to the funeral, but why am I not crying? Or even feeling very sad? I thought Elaine was joking. I even laughed. And this was serious.
I hate myself. I don't deserve anything I have. I take it all for granted.
I just recieved a phone call about 5 minutes ago, from Elaine. She sounded just fine. I just got out of the shower... for some reason I knew she was going to call... but not for the horrible reason she did call for.
My friend Zak Griffin is dead. Dead. As in, I will never see him again. Ever. I met Zak when I was in third grade, and I had a crush on him. Then I moved to another school, and the following year (fifth grade)he came. I liked him again. He was so cute. And so funny. But time passes, and I quit liking him. We were pretty good friends, but not all that great, you know? After 8th grade, I only talked to him like twice on Myspace, and once on the phone. Nothing exciting. I wanted to talk to him though, but I must have been really boring or something.
Zak was in a four-wheeling race, and he fell off. This is a race, right? A guy couldn't stop and he ran him over. Zak died on the way to the hospital.
During the day today, I was talking to Elaine on AIM, and I told her that I was sad he didn't talk to me anymore. Then we talked about how goofy he was in elementary school, because one of the teachers didn't like him.
This is all very sentimental and important, and I'm going to the funeral, but why am I not crying? Or even feeling very sad? I thought Elaine was joking. I even laughed. And this was serious.
I hate myself. I don't deserve anything I have. I take it all for granted.