Libby died friday night in her sleep, and because of that, I realized I have to stop taking my life for granted.
So, I messaged Kaitlyn on Myspace, and she replied.


What I said.

....I don't really know how to begin this.
I'm a friend of Charles's, and you've probably seen me walking around school last year. I don't know what you thought of me, but I thought you were beautiful-- to put it bluntly, I had a crush on you.
I tried all last year to tell you how I felt, or at least make friends, but whenever I gathered enough courage to say anything, I'd get nervous and forget what it was I wished to say. Hell, even now I'm scared.
Now that I no longer go to the same school, I find it alot easier to be honest and tell people I no longer see everyday what was really on my mind at what time, and
I hope I'm not asking much of you, but....please reply.


What she said.

Hey..I definitely remember you. Who couldn't remember the kid who would walk around and poke people with his spoon ;D Unforunately, I never had the chance to be poked, but maybe some other time...
You totally made my day in writing me this letter. I never really talked to you, but I'm sure you're a cool kid, and your compliments are pretty phucking nice...to put it bluntly :)
What school do you go to now?


Wee~ so happy. So happy.


Happiness aside....



Rest well, Libby.
September 1, 1990 - October 15, 2005

Quizzes and a long survey later.