sucks when your friends die
I just talked to her yesterday. I was bragging that I was going to the Lifehouse concert that she wanted to go to. Her cubicle still has all her stuff in it and her name tag on it but she's not there. She'll never be there again.
This shit is hard.
This shit is hard.
I'm sorry to her about that. That is really fresh, just hours ago. I suspect it's going to take a while for you to not subconsciously expect her to be sitting there when you happen to glance at her desk.






