Rissy's Dead. This ain't a joke.

Weather man said it's gonna snow
By now I should be used to the cold.

I'm sobbing. I've been depressed for awhile.
Larissa said she was sick. "It's just flu, Micks."
"Well....you get better, Riss."

Mid-February shouldn't be so scary
It was only December. I still remember:

It wasn't just flu.......Rissy was really sick. She told me she'd be better. She wasn't.

The presents, the tree, you, and me.

I loved her like a sister. With her crazy pink hair and personality to match, she was fiery, outgoing, and everything good in a person. She may have lost her temper at times and she may have been a bit harsh when it was needed, but she was..............................everything good.

But you went away. How dare you? I miss you. They say I'll be okay but I'm not goin to ever get over you.

Larissa passed away on Tuesday. I haven't been on, I've gone into depression.
I remember the day she joined Quibblo............the day we met...........the last conversation we had.

R.I.P. Larissa. You will be deeply missed. I love you.

~Micki