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SO…just barely I found this old journal kind of thing. It’s from when I was in eighth grade. But I didn’t write it. My friend Marie did. She was my total best friend back then. Sometimes I wonder if we still would be friends. Me and Marie started being friends in seventh grade after I had just gotten out of my first relationship. Seriously, I was taking it pretty hard. But then me and her started being friends and she basically picked me up. All with a bag of skittles. But Marie had cancer and she had since she was like five or something and she knew she was dying. Time is murder. Especially for her. But she wrote in a journal every single day. I remember her telling me about that. But she didn’t tell me she was writing it for me until the day she gave it to me. God, it sounds like something from a movie. But anyways I just found it and I was reading it and now I’m feeling pretty down. Because she wrote some stuff about life like about how much it means and how every day I need to learn just to smile at the little things and to never let the bad things get to me. And I don’t think I’m doing that. And she wrote all this stuff about love. And I think I’m letting her down. I think she was counting on me to make a difference. And I think I’m failing. I’ll try again for her. Drake Tonguedownyour Throte