...no, the person named is not a furry...

...she's my oldest sister. She died today about an hour or 2 ago before I started writing this journal.

Right now, I can't breathe or think straight. I now know what it feels to have a piece of you missing...

I went to go see her...and I shouldn't have. My middle sister said it's best to remember the last time you saw her, and now I ruined it and I'm going to see how she looked dead for the rest of my life...

I don't know how long I'll be gone. This is a sadness that'll stay forever...

Now I KNOW why I hate New Years....that's when people start dropping like flies...