My best male friend from high school died yesterday. I want to throw up. Or ride my bicycle until my legs feel as numb as my heart. God, that sounds like a horrible emo-country music hybrid.
Part of me wants to write a rambling entry about how we first met, how we drifted, and now he's dead. I'm worried that I'll idealize some parts of 'the way
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