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september was a tragic month, starting off with the death of my best friend, peter. i cried for days and i'm still crying now. september ended with finding out that another great friend of mine may have cancer as well. we sat together a few nights ago and he cried in front of me and told me that he was more scared than i could ever know. and i don't know. but i feel like i know. because i watched peter die for two and a half years and every single hour of every single day, a piece of my heart went with his. september's middle was filled with divorce-threats from my parents, friends becoming drug dealers, friends putting cigarettes out on their arms, fights between the best of the best, and falling behind in every single one of my classes.
i don't feel well enough to be at school after the month that i've had, and i know that i shouldn't be here this year because everything is getting in my way, but i can't drop this now. i'm trying to act like life can't get in my way, and i just want to plow through and try to pretend like i'm okay, but i don't know if that's the best strategy.
i really don't like writing here.
i don't feel well enough to be at school after the month that i've had, and i know that i shouldn't be here this year because everything is getting in my way, but i can't drop this now. i'm trying to act like life can't get in my way, and i just want to plow through and try to pretend like i'm okay, but i don't know if that's the best strategy.
i really don't like writing here.