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Byron left last night and will be gone to Sunday...blah. I dunno...it's just...I...dunno. Ya know?
I made some kick-ass stuffing. It's full of fat, but it's great. Wanna know how I did it? You'll ever know!
I'm watching American Casino, and it's episode where the Vice Presiden, Michael Tata died...and I am crying. He was young and vibrant and so smart and...I never even watch this show. But this is just sad. He died from the combination of vodka and a cancer pain killer. Why? I don't know. It just seems really sad.
I miss my old friends. I don't know why I stopped hanging with them.
Sadness alert. God, what am I going to do when he graduates?? I hope some great things happen in the coming months. Great, big things.
I miss Ms. Maragret. I miss Uncle Gordon. I never met him. And it hurts so bad sometimes. I got my dad to buy me a set of windchimes. He used to tell me that when the windchimes sang, it was Uncle Gordon talking to us. I believe it. I see people suffer at work with cancer, and I know that happened to Gordon. And it hurts my heart that he had to go through that. Just like Mr. Brackin. I would take his pain away if I could, but it hasn't worked yet.
I'm an odd person with some odd beliefs. But I can do it, I just have to learn how to harness it.
RIP Uncle Gordon, Margaret, Michael Tata
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