trying to talk to someone you really admire
i want to slam my head against a wall. being on the verge of sneezing is the worst feeling in the whole world basically
i remember when i was younger i had a really good friend named “maggie”. i skated with her and went to sparks with her. we were together often! and then one day she stopped showing up and i was told she was sick. she never came back, and i never saw her again. she died. i think we were both around 7 years old at the time and i was too young to understand what death really meant. i guess i didn’t understand the permanence of it. i was too young to even understand or remember what she was sick with. i wish i knew now.
i still think about her and her family sometimes.