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So I can't stop thinking about Kelly.
And today I realized how much of friends we really were.
I mean, we weren't best friends, but until today, I hadn't really realized that we were friends at some point.
It just really sucks that it takes something like this, to remember the good times you had with someone.
Like, freshman year, when I met her. We had lunch together. She was cooky, crazy, Kelly. With her mismatched outfits. Haha. We used to talk about our mutual love for Daft Punk. And how much it sucked being a redhead. Haha.
And I remember everyone always saying, "gosh, Kelly is so annoying!!" Because she would never stop talking, haha. And I remember saying, "Nah, she's not so bad."
And how we danced together to "One More Time" at Candace's sweet 16.
And then we stopped talking. She had changed alot, so I had thought then. I started making fun of her, as did alot of people.
And then out of nowhere she I.M.ed me on Friday. And we talked for about 2 minutes. And then she said she had to go.
And then hours later she died.
I just feel like it was my last chance to make ammends. And I didn't. And I wish I had. Because I'll never be able to again.
I can't help but wonder if where she said she was going was where she'd never come home from.
R.I.P. Kelly. <3
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I had a dream about my pap last night. All us kids were at Gram's. We were still little then. It had snowed all through the night and we all ran outside as soon as we woke up. We all played, had snowball fights, made snowmen. And Pap came outside. We all looked at him, and waved. And he smiled. And waved back. He stayed outside and watched us play. It was nice to see him. I miss my Pappy. Current Mood: peaceful
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