Tomorrow would've been my best friend's 31st birthday. I'm mostly glad I'm so busy this week and haven't been thinking about it much, but on the other hand I sort of feel like doing something to commemorate it. I don't even have time to get drunk and be melancholy. That's probably a good thing.
Colleen has been gone - translation: dead - for 12 years this October. I still think about her so regularly. Missing her, and the things we could be doing together, is a pain that will never completely go away.
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