SHE HAS MAGIC POWERS THAT MAKE ALL SHITTY THINGS GO AWAY.
I’m not even sick anymore!
Mom! Gimme yo’ healing powers pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
I love you.
zee-honeybee asked: I want to live in Italy :/
Awh darling, I miss you too! <3
And you might want to now, but it’s not all that great x) I guess it’s like living anywhere else, just different. I can’t stand the mosquitoes here. I feel like ripping my skin off when the bites get huge. EWWW. I need to post more gross pictures…lol But Thanks for dropping me a line :3 Can’t wait to see you!
One more week!
And we’ll be both enjoying Italia and I can hug her and give her kissies and eating gelato and seeing the wonders and having life changing conversations and discussing politics and talking shit about Michele Bachmann…
I love my Mom.
I found out one of my friends died yesterday morning.
I can’t grasp it. It just hurts so much…and to think, the only people I feared of losing while on this trip were my grandparents because they’re old. I was wrong. I am always wrong to predict who leaves first.
WHY. WHY. WHY.
Why do the young ones leave so suddenly? My eyes burn from tears and my heart feels so heavy. This isn’t fair…but life isn’t supposed to be fair, right? I don’t know anymore. Just when you are living life to the fullest, it ends.
I wasn’t close to him, but that doesn’t matter. I still KNEW him. I hung out with him, we fought over the last KBBQ pieces, I laughed with him and at him, he offered to help me move, he even made a lasting impression to my Mom with Nacho.
Mom: Nacho, CHANCLA?
Aaron: Oh I remember that…those things hurt.
and everyone laughed in hysterics.
Aaron, it’s not fair that you’re gone. I feel so empty because I wish we would have talked more and hung out.
I wish I would have cherished you more than just an acquaintance of mine. You meant so much to David and all of your friends. We will miss you…and I’m going to live it up for you now.
That’s all we can do, right? Live live live, until the time is up. I wish I could hug you one last time. This might sound cheesy but like in Harry Potter, you will ALWAYS be a part of me. You’re locked in my memories, sound and safe. We are all memories.
“Death is a great teacher. It’s just too harsh” -Harlen Coben
I’m learning from you.