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It's such a weird thing when someonen dies. I still cannot believe that Casey died. My brain does not know what to do with that information. It's unreal to think about how long it's been since I last talked to her. It's unreal to think that I will never be able to talk to her again. I really wanted to start a journal where I wrote to her, but I got like one line in and gave up. It felt pointless. It didn't feel real. It didn't really feel like she was there.