in a fit of tears i am frusterated at the seperation of my sole female friend. she's off to school.. like the others. but when i recall the things we went though, it's somehow different, and i don't know how to cope other than to cry. unable to sleep with the internal pictures i keep of her running through my mind i clean in a mindless rage.. opening a box i so clearly recognize i remember my grandma, never have i cried so often at the perminant loss of someone. it's her sewing box.. and inside, to my surprise, i found my senior picture, tucked neatly in the pocket.

i wish they knew what they meant to me. like really knew. i wish i would have told them more often.
i wish i could tell people i love them with out worry. because all of a sudden it becomes too late.