April 3rd, 2010

korra -> city

if you knew that you would find a truth that brings a pain that can't be soothed, would you change?

A classmate from high school, who I'd known for almost ten years passed away last month in his sleep.  I didn't really know him personally, but the fact that I'd gone through classes, group projects, football games, homecoming parades, prom, graduation with him shocked me. It's painful to see somebody grow up and then all of a sudden disappear. Somebody so young and ready for life.

He was part of a journey, after all. Indirectly or not, he composed a part of who I was, of who we were.

Rest in peace, Anthony Guzman. May your family be given the strength to move on, especially your sisters.


Meme from the fabulous [info]strawberryburst 

Tell me a story. Write me a novel, or give me a single sentence, one word. Give me a comment and see if I can figure it out. Tell me of your love, your hate, tell me you don't care.

Confess to something you're proud of, admit to something you're ashamed of. Tell me your deepest secrets, or tell me something you think I should know about you and don't. Ask me anything you would like to know about me. Get something off your chest, tell me I'm an idiot. Tell me you're an idiot.

Tell me you love me. Tell me you hate me. Tell me you love someone else. Tell me anything of worth or just something random you want to share. Ask for my advice on something. Give me your advice on something. Tell me we should talk more. Tell me we should talk less. Ask me "truth or dare." Anything. I'll listen, and comment back if you so desire.

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