SomeKindaDisaster

@thenerdnextdoor14  That's cool though. 

@thenerdnextdoor14, okay! That's good! I'm glad you're good.

@Xx_CountryMelody_xX yea I’m good 

@thenerdnextdoor14, omg are you okay??

@thenerdnextdoor14 Aww, I’m sure that you’ll be able to when you’re a little more motivated and energetic! :)

Part 6: Is it weird part of me is having this debate inside of myself? Wondering if getting over her, means forgetting her, and that feeling would be much worse than having to live with the loss. 
            I can’t tell you quite how lost Margot was, I can’t tell you what went on inside her head, but I’d like to think I knew her better than most. 
            We all have that one person we’d be there for no matter what, somebody that occupies so much of our hearts that they start to mess with our head. 
            I think we all have our Margot Ross. 
            When she was here beside me, I always imagined what her future would be like. Sure, I knew it was bright, but every part of her made me curious. 
            It tears me up inside that she isn’t here to tell her own story, but I guess this will help make life good again. Perhaps things will finally start to make sense. 
            So let me tell you the story of a girl I once knew. 
            Let me tell you the story of a girl named Margot Ross. 
            

Part five: I’m fully aware that I’ll spend every day from this point on trying to remember, trying to keep her memory alive. 
                I can see the effigy of her I’ve created in my mind slowly fading already, but when I close my eyes I can still see her assertive gaze and shy smile. 
            Honestly, nobody really knew Margot, myself included. 
            I can tell you what I do know though, I can share the story of a girl soon nobody will care to remember in the future.
            It was a blessing to know Margot, but it feels like a curse knowing that ten years from now perhaps two of her old classmates will be having a conversation, and her name will cross their minds, and the room will go quiet, but then they’ll go on. 
            While everyone else forgets, I’ll be forced to replay scenario after scenario in my mind, forever. Wondering about the possibilities doesn’t even seem like half of it. 
            I’ll always remember. 
            My mom says this feeling will pass, and it’ll get easier, but it’s a double edged sword. 
            Just like every moment I spent with Margot felt infinite, I know deep down so is this pain. 
            
            

Part four:
            She was always smiling, yet all the same it seemed like a rarity.
            I loved feeling like part of me was intertwined with someone else, like fate was pushing us closer together until we both understood what the larger picture was. 
            Now she’s gone, and my fingertips feel cold from where I used to hold her hand. 
            My chest has turned to stone, and I find myself missing when it used to turn into mush whenever she came into the room. 
            I can’t even explain how much it hurts, becuase it just seems like some cruel joke. 
            Our live is just composed of different stories, moments we look back on and read like a book. 
            We drink up all the happiness, but nobody ever tells us to hold it close then next thing you know it’s gone. 
                Sometimes being left with the memory, only makes it worse. 
                Every day I go to school, and I see people who never even knew her standing by her locker. People say I’m sorry for your loss, then talk about it at the lunch table that same day. Like Margot's death is just this week’s latest gossip. 
                I hate everyone thinks the best way to remember her is to pretend, and gloss over the bad parts of her life, and reduce her to nothing more than this perfect ideal or image.