Arrg, I keep trying to talk about you, write about you, reflect and come to terms, everything I say sounds so fucking stupid. Fuck T****, why did you let her fucking kill you, why didn't you fucking RUN, where were your fucking friends? Where was the boy she stabed you over? You fucking died alone on the dirty floor of a drug house. You didn't look 'peaceful' at the wake, you looked like a wax figure. Is there a heaven, T****? YOU'RE DEAD! I hope she gets life I hope she gets life in prison, I hate your boyfriend, he couldn't have been worth it, nothing was worth it. God, I hope you didn't know you were dying, I hope you didn't feel anything. I'm sorry I didn't visit you, how can this be all you leave in the world? You can't just leave memories, its not fair to anyone...I'll come visit you. I promise. I bet you didn't think I would cry over you.