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In highscool, I got hit with the flu really bad during spring break. For my first two years in college, I was busy doing some sort of bullshit art homework. For the first time I actually had a kick ass spring break. I didn't recall being home any day of the week. I pretty much just chilled with my closest friends every day and I only had to work twice. Today is my last full day before I head back to Long Island where school and work will suck the life out of me.
Unfortunately, on my last day, I'm sitting here, on my bed, alone in my bedroom, on edge, alone. Last night I found out that one of my good friends from middle school passed away. We lost touch in high school and I actually saw him a few weeks ago at work. He was a really funny kid, fun to hang out with. So much is rushing through my head, this fucking sucks.
Rest in peace Charlie. Astoria won't be the same.
Unfortunately, on my last day, I'm sitting here, on my bed, alone in my bedroom, on edge, alone. Last night I found out that one of my good friends from middle school passed away. We lost touch in high school and I actually saw him a few weeks ago at work. He was a really funny kid, fun to hang out with. So much is rushing through my head, this fucking sucks.
Rest in peace Charlie. Astoria won't be the same.