I can't sleep, so I decided it would be a good idea to look through my yearbook. The moment I started looking through the senior section, I started to bawl. Thanks to Latin, Band, and Music Theory, the Seniors were such a huge part of my year, and now they are leaving. A lot of them I probably won't see ever again. A lot of them already left.
There's this one kid whose sister is my age - well was, she committed suicide last July - and he just graduated. I felt like since he went to my school, apart of me believe that Marielle (his sister) wasn't really gone. She was living through him, in a way. Now that he's in college? So is she.
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