...

God, this didn't happen. right?

the girls above us were close to her, too.. and so were the girls upstairs and to the left.. she lived three doors down. i can feel the grief in our building. someone screamed earlier this afternoon right around the time word was spreading, and i hope to God it wasn't from pain. later tonight i heard somone upstairs strumming a guitar quietly.

it hits everyone differently, i suppose.

when i hurt, i think. but jp's death is blowing my thoughts away.

:(