I got to school today and found out something horrible.  Tosha passed away.  It's so wierd to think about.  Even though I wasnt great friends with her, it still feels wierd.  I talked to her during lunch last year (second semester we hung around the same people) and English this year.  The counselors came into my English class and talked about it.  The entire time I kept looking at where she sat.

It's hard to believe.  It's hard to believe anything dies.

This has also made me realize how fast things can change.

The last time I talked to her, I asked if I could copy her English work.  That doesnt make me feel great.