Alot of people are grieving over Trey. I never knew the guy, but I saw him a few times around school. I think I even saw him at the theatre. After Tami posted up her journal, I decided I would research this guy. I found out the when, where, how, and the who through a mix of Myspace, newspapers, and other sites. this guy had a lot of friends, alot of people who care about him. People describe him as kind, caring, and fun. He was a much better person than I can ever hope to be. I'm actually crying right now, because I wish I could have known him and I want people to care about me as much as him. Selfish, I know. I just want people to remember me.
So even though I don't know him, I decided at 4 in the morning I would go to his funeral. I wake up a few hours later and go. It's a long walk, like 3 miles through the sun (couldn't be a bit later, could it?) so I'm exhausted when I get there. I've made the walk that far before, but this was the least tired I had ever been. Why? I got there a few minutes late, but not last. I walk into the place and I'm surprised. There were so many people. Some I knew, Evelyn and her girlfriend, some classmates, and some teachers. Others I had never seen before. I felt a little awkward, but that was followed by a little heat-stroke. I started felling really sick half-way through a song being performed by one of Trey's friends. Thankfully a classmate's dad told me I could sit down, so I did. Surprisingly, the thing that made me feel the best was when a girl sang a song, it was really soothing. There was some more touching music, and then the priest(Not sure, this was my first funeral) started talking. He talked about saving my soul a lot for some reason. He talked about how great Trey was. His friends talked about him. There were some funny jokes in there somewhere. There was a lot of crying going on. I could have gone up and looked at him, but I didn't. That's not how I wanted to meet him. Then everyone left. His dad was weeping so hard, that made me want to cry, but I didn't.
When I home I saw the little necklace-picture Tami had made for me. I'm not sure if she did, but I think she made one for him. I thought about death for a while, and I read comments on Myspace again. I want to do a lot of stuff before I go. How many things did he want to do? What did he want to do? He was only a year older than me. I'm going to go and do some things while I still can. I'm not going to procrastinate these things again.
I'm sorry if this journal offends anyone. I'm just trying to speak my mind. I'd really like to talk to some people about some things. Tami, Christina, Kyle,Alex, even, maybe, Anthony. If I die in a year, then that's just how it is. I'm also going to finally post some art on here. Well, see you later.