Life is so fragile. So fucking fragile. I just spent a great deal of the afternoon just sitting in my room, crying and shivering. I found out that one of my teachers had just committed suicide this morning. Suicide. I never thought she would be someone who would do this. She was one of the few teachers who seldom showed anger or impatience or sadness. She was enthusiastic about her job; just Thursday she was talking about a fundraiser and mapping out some new classes for next year. She wasn't at school on Friday . And today I just learned that she... died. I saw her Thursday and she seemed like how she always was. I'm still in a state of disbelief. I see this stuff in the news. I see it in movies. I read about it. I never thought that it would hit so close. I can't imagine how her family must be right now. You cannot get into the house because there are police cars surrounding it.

This proves that you could know someone for a long time but never know who he or she really is. I've known this teacher since middle school. I never would have thought.

My head hurts. I want to believe that today has been all in my head. It's going to be so strange going to school Monday. I want her to be alive and well.