I went in your room today. I just sat down where I'd always sit as we'd talk and gossip. And I just let you sink in as I just sat there and cried.

This isn't real. No. It can't be real. My best friend cannot be dead. I was just with her. We spent the last 48 hours together. She's not dead. This is a sick dream. Its not real. I keep trying to say it out loud, but it doesn't make it feel any realer....