This week has been the worst week of my life for several reasons, but this post is for the number one reason why this week suck.

Ok on Thursday night after Drama practice (so around 5:50) my dad tells me that one of my friends from elementry school (he went to clifton I went to lanier) got into his parents gun closet and shot himself and he died.

After my dad told me this I immediently went into the 4 stages of greif (denial, anger, mourning, and acceptence) I denied that this happened for about an hour then I called one of my best friends, tory, and I was really ticked off when I called her, but that didn't last long cause' about 5 minutes later I started to break down crying, and asking her all these really difficult phylisofical questions that she couldn't answer. And I have been in mourning sense last night.

And in case any of yall were wondering why I didn't call my boyfriend is cause' he is kind of a softy and love him for it but what would he have done with the blubbering mess that I was, and still am? I don't know I just wanted to get myself reoriented with life before I called him.

I just found out that the wake is on Sunday 5-8 and there is a roseary that starts at 7.

thanks for your support, your truly,
lyra