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theres this girl in baton rouge who i used to be friends with through livejournal a bazillion years ago. i looked at her journal and it read something like my friend died and he was so alive and the next time i see him will be on wednesday in a coffin. wednesday was my birthday. he was 18 and his wake was on my birthday and i can't stop feeling terrible for celebrating a day that would be remembered so tragically for not only sarah and her friends but for thousands of people around the world who had stuff like that happen to them on the 11th. losing people is so terrible. and i don't understand how with expirience and more people you love dying, you can progressively get better at the process of greiving. maybe it never really gets easier, just easier to conceal.
"(i can still see him on the other side of my window smoking a cigarette. i want to go back to that)"
"(i can still see him on the other side of my window smoking a cigarette. i want to go back to that)"