It all began toward the end of last year when a friend of mine started to feel poorly most of the time from a condition he's had for most of his entire life, we'd been to the store to buy some Christmas stuff (I'd bought a Beatles cassette) and I'd noticed he's feeling more tired and cannot stand being out in the rain.
Well today I'm told he's dead having died over Christmas. Dead at 16! What kind of an age is this to die??? It's the second kid I can remember dying since I've been at this school so it's bring it all back as I'm in a daze and one of the girls, bless her hugs me as we wait in line outside the English room door this afternoon as I stand there crying.
It's at times like this my feeling a girl trapped in a boys body hurts so much cos people misread you emotionally going for the strong macho stuff. One day all that will be over and I'll be dressed like this
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