Well

Here I am, reading more of the livejournal of the facebook friend that I had classes with in highschool and only talked to at my highschool reunion...Hello. Have you ever felt more stupid for not trying harder to be actual friends with someone in real life. HELLOOOOO!!!
(Although I suppose being better friends with a person doesn't prevent them from dying young of sickle cell disease.)
He wanted to be a writer. He took pictures of parks. I feel like I wish he'd gotten published. The last exchange he had with friends on facebook was joking about writing and Tennyson and "coming of age teenage girl stuff" and Sweet Valley High books.