Reminiscing in twist
Sara from Stig killed herself sometime this weekend.
(Here I would use a cut if it weren't for the fact that they still aren't working for me)
I didn't really know her. We had some rehearsals together, and we did two shows. We never really talked. I couldn't have seen us hanging out - our personalities just didn't match. But she was nice and sweet in her own way, and she was a wonderfully creative dancer.
It's just that she was so young. Only 19, not even out of school yet, with so many years left. She could have done so many things - she was supposed to graduate next week. The same day I heard it I was on another graduation, watching people I know and love running down the steps outside their old school, laughing and screaming and ready to just get out. She was supposed to do that.
That could have been me. One year later and it could have been me.
This whole thing brings on memories. I had a friend back at the royal balletschool - Micke. I think I've written an entry about him earlier, I don't know. He was so amazingly sweet and wonderful. Not the star of the school, but he worked himself up to the good parts, always doing 110%. He and Alex dated a bit in our first year but it never got that far. Instead he met Marcus, who was two years younger than him and adorable. They made a wonderful couple. But there was something wrong with him, I know that. Hell, our whole school knew that. Maybe he was bipolar or suffered from manic depression or something. He had periods of euphoria and periods of depression, although on a larger scale than your average teenage period.
He helped me a lot. I went through some bad stuff back then, brought on by some events I couldn't control. I don't think he knew how much it meant. He literally made me write, and I don't know where I would be if it wasn't for that. We were pretty close. On March 15th 2001, at the age of 18, he shot himself
(Here I would use a cut if it weren't for the fact that they still aren't working for me)
I didn't really know her. We had some rehearsals together, and we did two shows. We never really talked. I couldn't have seen us hanging out - our personalities just didn't match. But she was nice and sweet in her own way, and she was a wonderfully creative dancer.
It's just that she was so young. Only 19, not even out of school yet, with so many years left. She could have done so many things - she was supposed to graduate next week. The same day I heard it I was on another graduation, watching people I know and love running down the steps outside their old school, laughing and screaming and ready to just get out. She was supposed to do that.
That could have been me. One year later and it could have been me.
This whole thing brings on memories. I had a friend back at the royal balletschool - Micke. I think I've written an entry about him earlier, I don't know. He was so amazingly sweet and wonderful. Not the star of the school, but he worked himself up to the good parts, always doing 110%. He and Alex dated a bit in our first year but it never got that far. Instead he met Marcus, who was two years younger than him and adorable. They made a wonderful couple. But there was something wrong with him, I know that. Hell, our whole school knew that. Maybe he was bipolar or suffered from manic depression or something. He had periods of euphoria and periods of depression, although on a larger scale than your average teenage period.
He helped me a lot. I went through some bad stuff back then, brought on by some events I couldn't control. I don't think he knew how much it meant. He literally made me write, and I don't know where I would be if it wasn't for that. We were pretty close. On March 15th 2001, at the age of 18, he shot himself