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I was just looking at the myspace profile of Amanda, my classmate that died of a heroine overdose three days before graduation.

It makes me sad. Why am I awake at 5am.

People really love you a lot, and passionately when you die. It's amazing. Because the same people that loved her so much and left her messages when she died were the same ones who thought she was a real bitch the day before. I don't want to curse the dead or anything... I mean far be it from me... but human nature is really quite strange. Do we all have to be dead before we can love each other? Is it ponly precious when there's no more left?

Things need to turn around. That girl couldh ave used all that love before she stuck that needle into that vein.