her last thoughts on her last night

Before she fell to the ground on her last night, she thought of everything that everybody will thing after her last night is over. She wrote it down. "I gave her flowers for her birthday one year... its like i didnt mean anything to her..." "i miss her now shes gone... i wish i could have gotten to know her better ..." "is it real...?" "Is she actually gone this time?..." the happy thoughts about her would turn to sarcastic comments the month after her last night. She knew it. " well she finally finished one thing in her life." "Couldn't make it through 4 years of high school.. ha. What a loser." The comments would soon turn into philosophical statements used in college essay applications the year after her last night. "When i think of her, shes like a ghost in my eardrum edging me to work harder." She could plan out everything that would happen the days, weeks, months, even years, after her last night. It wasn't very difficult. Nothing was very difficult. "I love those pink flo