They found Danny. He wasn't alive. He was
No. I won't even say it. You probably know what happened, anyway.
The funeral is Friday.
I dreamed I walked into a fire and just sat in it. I watched my hands burn away.
My head is hurting. Really hurting. My right eye has been going fuzzy because of it all day.
I've been hitting my head on the wall. That hasn't helped the headache. I'm sure my parents wondered what the banging is. A shower got rid of the blood.
I don't know what to do.
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