I hope you are in heaven right now, laughing about how bad at counting I am, and enjoying whatever dead people do. Nine months today, not last month, sorry about that. You know Im retarded. I miss you. It's another Friday the 13th, the second since the pep rally. I'll be up late, listening to cars on their ways home. Im really not a religious person, but I'll pray for them to get home safely, just in case. Everyone here is still missing you like crazy. Out of all of the deaths this past year at our school, you're the one I always think of. Every day, I'm somehow reminded of you, it's insane and sad and weird. I don't know whether to smile or laugh or cry like a psychopath. I sometimes feel like a fraud or a walking cliche- I still miss you, I can't help it.
I wont forget, dont worry.