I am 19 years of age, 20 on February 27th. I am pretty... unique. I say odd things at the most innapropriate times. I am very emotional and easily stressed. It makes me feel weak but I'm trying to grow from it. There are parts of me I wish I could change, but know I never will. I'm terrified of the unknown. I love my silly Peruvian boyfriend, Edwin. 10/22/07x3
Rest in Peace
July 10th, 1992- June 2nd, 2007.
You were my best friend. I'd do anything in this world to bring you back. I am constantly talking about you, even to this day. The people that I've told your story to fell in love with you. You have changed my life dramatically. Thinking about you brings a smile to my face and tears to my eyes at the same time. It's an odd mix of emotions. Hell, I'm getting tears in my eyes right now. You knew me better then anyone. I swear you could read my mind. I am still trying to find a reason why you had to leave this world. Why now, why so young? Why, when you finally patched the shattered parts of your life back together? I just can't make sense of it all. I love you.
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