So today it's been one year since I woke up and went to school and sat in my desk and your chair, next to mine was empty, and then there was all that followed.
I basically just wrote this whole thing about laurel and chose to delete it. it didnt sound like her, nor like me, its just what i felt like i should say, not that i dont feel like that its just not right
the photo above is the Laurel I have come to remember visually, only because i look at this photo countless times a day on my wall, there for everyone to see
this is the laurel i knew, shes different from the one in the picture above (though i do remember her in every way and phase). This is the photo that ive kept to myself, in the drawer next to my bed with other personal items. this is the Laurel who was my best friend. the girl who didnt want to stick around for high school graduation, who hated malibu and everything it stood for and would listen to punk and bright eyes with me. She was the one who got me addicted to the internet, who shook me up and made me think outside of this little bubble that we live in. Even till the last day, thats what our last conversation was about. She was the queen, and a legend for the record.