Time .... Trust....and True Friendship.

I sit her awake thinking of the the children that were killed and oddly enough flash backs keep popping in my head which I can't ignore Much longer.
 One flash back was of 3rd grade mrs. Waring's class we had inside recess because of rain. And what did I do I spent with my two best friends playing with out tech deck dudes whic for one best friend we had one foot Aggie which was a girl mine was a ninja and the other a dragon. The reason I'm saying this is those charters and friends playing with them were great friends and had fun with each other no matter what they looked like or sounded like or even what they wore. I look at this with astonishment because when you think of it in a small 7 years or 2,555 days or 61,320hrs or 3,679,200mins or 220,752,00sec. These three friends can move so far apart one of them speaking for myself is not confidently sure if the other two still go to his school....... That proves that friendships can fall apart but I'm here to say the feelings towards those friends don't change I would still jump in front of a speeding car for either.
Another instance is in orchestra again 3rd grade different teacher. There were 5 violists and in a year that thinned down to two which we were considered an amazing pair playing "frog in a tree" we also became best friends but the decider for this friendship wasn't either's choice  it was popularity's call and one got cool while the other is still in orchestra today and thus another friendship broken yet, I would still take a bullet for her. I guess what I'm saying is this whole broken friendship concept can be fixed With the same power that broke it apart in the first place.

Lost

Lost is a looser feeling you’re so sad you don't know what’s right. What you believe. or even why your crying. it is sad because i feel so lost right now my bestest friend in the whole wide world thinks I’m mad at her when I could and would never be mad at her. Why? Because she means the absolute world to you and you no matter how mad you want to be you move on and forget whatever mad you mad in the first place. Getting mad is just over rated. I mean it is normally over something that really doesn’t matter in the first place. I want to say personally I am personally sorry to anyone I may have hurt. Another thing that is over rated is life it’s self and I’m sorry.

Eulogy

       Since the day he was born, David's passion has been divided between two fates- his love for music and his love for people. 

       Music wasn't something he simply listened to-he lived it. I remember the days after school listening to him play piano in the practice room. What he played wasn't anything special or anything important. But, what he did play came from the heart and he showed expression towards the music he played, along with its full meaning if that meant through lyrics or just his personal interpretation. His love for music really started his love for people.s With all the events and festivals meeting new people became an easy task for him. He turned this new found love for people in to one of his life goals.

       His passion for people certainly didn't stop at wanting the perfect girl as he stated in one blog entry "I lay here hand over my heart not thinking of being proud but thinking of love. My heart beats the same as everyone else but my heart is beating for someone and in the same beat and time as some one it is just finding that exact person that exact heart and exact soul. To love and cherish and hold our hearts together beating in time forever. <3". He also  loved meeting new people, all kinds, young, old, shy, desperate, sad, helpful, even annoying. He not only helped and listened to people through his blog but, he had 3-4 friends 1-2 years younger than him always asking him for advice and turnout of his own past. He always was there for people whenever they needed someone just to talk to. Even if he had some troubles at the time such as Minot depression, sickness, or even a bad breakup he would be there for you.

       While fighting through minor depression, his hope would just plummet to the ground and even cease to exist. But in all aspects his loves in life out weighed the disappointments. His mottos of no regrets and always stay positive saved himself many times and formed and shaped him into what we saw him as today. He beat the odds and concurred depression at its worst form. In all aspects he was loved and felt loved by all of his friends,teachers, and family.like when he went back to his childhood elementary school. All his past teachers would remember every fine detail of him they even remembered his name. 

       His final words are the words of his most memorable blog post "My last wish would be for my friends and family's well being to be kept safe and them to stick together and for the love of my life to be safe and at ease." In that I say his last wish would be met with this letter. He was a great friend, companion, musician and person. He will be forever missed and remembered in our hearts and lives.

And yes this is me talking to my self. So what if I'm messed up :-) aren't we all. Oh btw this was a project for English class.