RetroPost: 6.16.05

{Saved from Xanga} Being aware of your own mortality is an uneasy feeling. Yesterday I found out a girl from my class was murdered. I can't stop thinking about it. We were friends in junior high but not in high school. Either way, she was someone you could describe as "full of life". I haven't shed a tear for Shelby Ako but her death and the few childhood memories I have of her weigh on my mind heavily. It's funny. I always remembered her birthday since it was exactly two months before mine. So if I live to August 11th, I will be older than she ever got to be...