So I know my birthday isn't until tomorrow but we decided to celebrate today. Gabe made me strawberry cheesecake crepes... from scratch for breakfast. I swear I would starve with out him.
Then he gave me presents, took me shopping, out to dinner, and bought me a chocolate cake. I'm so spoiled.
I always get a little bummed around my birthday though. Today is my friend Ryan's birthday. He died on April 29, 2000. I met him in 6th grade, the first time we had a class together. He was a really good friend and a good person. He was always getting in trouble with the police though. He was arrested (along with several of my other friends) for breaking into a neighbor's RV and stealing toys and liquor. Dumbasses. Our junior year of high school was the first time we didn't have any classes together and we grew apart a bit. Well, a lot. We were both dating people and they took up a lot of time. Sometime around April 25, 2000 I was online and saw Ryan sign on. I decided not to talk to him, because I thought I would have a chance to catch up later. On April 30th our friend Marie called me to tell me Ryan was dead. He always loved Kurt Cobain and Nirvana was his favorite band. Ryan's girlfriend had broken up with him and he shot himself the same way Kurt did with his step dad's shot gun. The bitch he had been dating knew he had the gun and knew what he was planning but she didn't say anything to anyone until it was too late.
The black and red roses on the back of my neck are for him. When I was about 13 I was really depressed and all he could think of to do to cheer me up was to buy a fake black rose from the gas station by our houses. I thought Ryan would be sticking around for a while so I didn't keep the rose he gave me. Now I'll always it with me to remind me not to take my friends for granted.
If he were here today he would be giving me a hard time that for one day he's two years older than me.
Sorry to bring anyone reading this down. I just miss him.
Then he gave me presents, took me shopping, out to dinner, and bought me a chocolate cake. I'm so spoiled.
I always get a little bummed around my birthday though. Today is my friend Ryan's birthday. He died on April 29, 2000. I met him in 6th grade, the first time we had a class together. He was a really good friend and a good person. He was always getting in trouble with the police though. He was arrested (along with several of my other friends) for breaking into a neighbor's RV and stealing toys and liquor. Dumbasses. Our junior year of high school was the first time we didn't have any classes together and we grew apart a bit. Well, a lot. We were both dating people and they took up a lot of time. Sometime around April 25, 2000 I was online and saw Ryan sign on. I decided not to talk to him, because I thought I would have a chance to catch up later. On April 30th our friend Marie called me to tell me Ryan was dead. He always loved Kurt Cobain and Nirvana was his favorite band. Ryan's girlfriend had broken up with him and he shot himself the same way Kurt did with his step dad's shot gun. The bitch he had been dating knew he had the gun and knew what he was planning but she didn't say anything to anyone until it was too late.
The black and red roses on the back of my neck are for him. When I was about 13 I was really depressed and all he could think of to do to cheer me up was to buy a fake black rose from the gas station by our houses. I thought Ryan would be sticking around for a while so I didn't keep the rose he gave me. Now I'll always it with me to remind me not to take my friends for granted.
If he were here today he would be giving me a hard time that for one day he's two years older than me.
Sorry to bring anyone reading this down. I just miss him.
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kisses!