Pictures are worth a thousand words; you ask me why I put so many pictures on my diary? I say that it sometimes speaks what I long to say. Don't question me. Maybe they are goofy, maybe there are pointless, but they're me. A representation of my visual self.

Just to let you know.

I learned today that a girl died going to school yesterday because it was raining; she hit a semi head-on. I got a flashback from freshmen year. I was coming home from school with my brother and sister from a very good day. I opened the door and my mom was standing there.

Malarie stopped by
Oh?
Ashley Sprouse passed away.
(pause) ...what?
May, Malarie came over to tell you that Ashley Sprouse passed away.

I don't know how long I cried but it was a while. We were good friends in 8th grade. And I know it may be stupid because we never actually spent time together outside of school. But what kept replaying itself in my head was this one time, she sent me an e-mail, out of the blue, just randomly, saying

You're gonna be somebody someday, May Miguel. There are things about you that make you one in a million. One day I'll be proud to say that I knew you.

I couldn't shake off her words because they kept reverberating back and forth in my heart. Breathe, May, Breathe.

And that is what it reminded me of. And I felt bad for the girls who were crying in school today. I wish there was something I could have said; but I'm not the same May, and I would say something just offensive and stupid. And I wish I could, I wish I could have just said I was sorry, that I hoped they feel better, but I just sat there and that was it. I could relate and tell them I hurt like they had hurt but I didn't.

There is a boy named Nathan who killed himself last thursday on a roof with a gun infront of his girlfriend.

A week before that, a freshmen girl committed suicide but the details are unknown because her parents don't want anyone else to know.

I guess it's true, what they say, Death really does come in threes.

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