January 10, 1959.
Jamie didnt look as depressed as I t s t o knorusted even me. I and frig time.
quot;Id made a decision,quot; so me, quot;t it ter if I told no one, and I asked my fato do ter today. No one to live, is t ?”
I kne it didnt make it any easier. I time in my life, completely and utterly at a loss.
Id never o me die before, at least not anyone t I could remember. My grandmot remember a single t feer ories, of course, from bot to me ts exactly ories I mig some ake me flo only for t behind.
No one in my family or my circle of friends o confront someteen, a cill very muc time. I only for for me as o ever get angry in okay to talk about ture anymore? My fear made talking to , tient h me.
My fear, made it all ed to spend time een days. teen days seemed like my entire life, but now, w here would be.
On Monday s s s lunco class. Sh school forever; she would never receive her diploma.
I couldnt concentrate on anyt in class t first day back, listening as teacer teacold us of us had already heard.
to told stories about can o me for answers.
quot;I dont kno; was all I could say.
I left sc to Jamies, bloer lunch.
t t, it seemed, a care in the world.
quot;; s;this is a surprise.”
o kiss me, I kissed to cry.
quot;My fat no if youd like to sit on the porch, we can.”
quot;; I asked suddenly. quot;end t nothing is wrong?”
quot;Im not pretending t not me get my coat and outside and talk, okay?”
S me, ing for an ansoget and patted my arm.
quot;Ill be rig; she said.
I o t do later. S, gloves, and a to keep er nearly as cold as it ill, t oo much for her.
quot;You in scoday,quot; I said.
S;I know.”
quot;Are you ever going to come back?quot; Even to from her.
quot;No,quot; sly, quot;Im not.”
quot; sick already?quot; I started to tear up, and s and took my hand.
quot;No. today