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Sunday, April 15, 2007


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Jon's funeral is tommorow.. fucking tommorow.. My birthday is tommorow... I don't want to go to school but my mom says I have to since the funeral is at six. But.. I just want to stay home. I kept all my tears in until last night because it hit me that his funeral was on my birthday.. I forgot my birthday was Monday.. And I couldn't keep them in any longer. I was sad before I even thought of that because I asked my tarot cards to see how he was. He was happy, relieved, yet very lonely.. I miss him so much. It's so hard to write out this post 'cause I keep wanting to cry.

It's like I'll wake up tommorow, get on the bus, and see him there.. I want to see him. I want to know if he's okay. I won't see his smiles anymore, I won't hear his fabulous stories, I won't.. -smiles sheepishly.- I won't hear 'TORI'S A READ HEADED LESBIAN!' anymore. Why is it so hard? Why..? Why do people have to be such ass holes to people? Jon was gay, yeah.. but.. that doesn't mean you have a right to be an utter asshole to him..

This kid named Trey Higgins, who is an utter FUCKING DOUCHE, was mentioned in Jon's suicide letters...

His favorite flowers were roses.. I'm getting him roses..

I just got this odd feeling. I can feel the air pressure change, which may be odd.. and it just changed suddenly, as if someone entered. When I turned around, no one was there.

Chicago was fun, by the way..

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