That's all I've seen. Loss.
First, it was my best friend. She didn't like me anymore.
Then. My house. It burnt in a fire two summers ago.
Next it was my happiness. In it's place, depression.
Then my oldest dog. We had to put her down.
After that, my uncle. He died from lung cancer a year and a half ago.
Then it was myself. I am not the girl I used to be. I'm not the girl people knew. I'm a shell of my former self.
And now, it was a boy at my school. He passed from cancer yesterday. He was 14.
The halls feel heavy now. Like you don't get to be happy in them, because he doesn't get to be happy in the halls ever again.
I didn't know him; I feel as though I don't get to cry. But, I can't help it.
I haven't stopped crying.
My teachers are kind through the grieving process but still, it doesn't make it any less hard to go to school.
I met his youth counselor. He told us stories when he visited the youth center yesterday afternoon.
What else can I lose?
Fly high, Logan. Fly high.
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