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April 2010

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Eyes they open slowly- so hard to see

I can't believe Mr. Shannon is dead. I can write it, say it, scream it a million times over and over again- it still doesn't seem real to me. These are the same words regurgiated by my classmates, but it's true. For the six years that I had the immense pleasure of knowing Tim Shannon, I revered him. He helped me find my voice, make friends, and be okay with myself as a person. Tim inspired me in ways I probably haven't even discovered yet. I don't want to continue with acting and so far I haven't but the skills I learned in my four years of drama will stay with me forever. His memory will live on in my heart for the rest of my life.

Aaron's in rehab too. It's like the maggot icing on the shit-cake of this week. Apparently his parents sent him some time this week (most likely Tuesday or yesterday) and his girlfriend doesn't know when he'll be back. It could be weeks, it could be months, but he has a court date sometime in late April I think. I miss that bastard, despite all the shit he's gotten himself (and me) into over the time we've known each other. His parents want to keep him isolated after he gets back from rehab. I don't know what to do with myself sometimes. Gotta keep busy I suppose.

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