November 23

I've been thinking about talking about Kennedy. Last year the councilor said that talking about stuff that made you sad would make the sadness a little easier to cope with. I think she just said that so I would quit crying and start talking.
Kennedy was my best friend. We met in  kindergarten and we were still best friends till 8th grade. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was very pretty and tall. Everyone loved Kennedy,while people didn't really like me. No one understood why she liked me,even I don't know why. On bad days I would ask her why she hasn't left me like everyone and she would say that I wasn't fake and I wasn't like everyone that was around her and she would smile and hug me. Of course me being me would break down crying while hugging her because she deserved a better friend. She still does.
On May 18 Kennedy killed herself. there was no note no nothing to tell us why.