I'm sitting here in journalism all alone, without you, because my mom feels like missing a day of school throws me off track and because i have a big weekend comming i can't afford to be thrown off...but i can't stay. I think ricky tony tim and i are going to leave- its no different dealing with missing her today as it is any other day, but all my fuckin vivid memories keep poping up. When i walked onto campus- i replay ms trobetta walking up and breaking the news to me, walking around alone crying before anyone else knew, calling you, driving in the car with the varsity bball team to buy flowers in scilence, calling sam and telling him, every single second of this day one year ago is as clear as if it were happening again and it hurts so much. I miss you so much and i wish i had someone by my side that understands. Dumb bitches are writing on their shirts "RIP Ali #42" and walking in cliques whimpering to eachother... WHAT THE FUCK DO THEY KNOW! NOTHING!! THEY WOULDN'T HAVE KNOWN HER NUMBER IS 42, THEY DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HER. Its a social event to them!! i can't fuckin stand it i want to slap every person who says her name casually, like "hey did you know that today is..." SHUT THE FUCK UP I'm sorry i just can't call u, but i want to talk to you, this as good as its gonna get right now, i just feel like i'm walking alone numbly surrounded by these oblivious shells. I miss you brittany- i wish i wasn't here today- I love you, I know i can count on you to understand. -Catie
I'm sorry i just can't call u, but i want to talk to you, this as good as its gonna get right now, i just feel like i'm walking alone numbly surrounded by these oblivious shells. I miss you brittany- i wish i wasn't here today- I love you, I know i can count on you to understand.
-Catie
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