I'm a Diced Tomato

One of my friends died yesterday. I didn't know her very well, due to the fact she was 19 and she attended the local college and I don't.

She had cystic fibrosis. It killed her.

I met her in my sewing class last Spring semester. I remember she couldn't make it the last day for the end-of-the-semester party because one of her lungs collapsed and I felt really bad. I knew she wasn't going to live much longer.

I got a hold of her on MySpace a while back, and that's how I found out she died. A friend of hers was good enough to make a bulletin about it.

She was so nice. Never mean. I'm sure she was picked on or misjudged because it looked like she had anorexia. The things she must have gone through.

So I really don't feel like posting much. I'm sorry everyone. I just don't feel well at all. I guess this is pointless posting about her here, but I just feel so terrible.

On behalf of her: