Another kid I went to high school with died last week. Another stupid, stupid, stupid reason.

We're at the point where everything is happening and it's all so damn shocking: age, pregnancy, marriage, death. Life. Nineteen is such a weird... thing.
Jars you out of your childhood confidences, reminds you of that ever-ticking Clock and you are not Peter Pan, no matter how much you close your eyes and pretend.

Like sands through the hour glass, right?
Pop culture is the only time capsule.

But then I guess you're always too young to go... unless you were gone already.

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