I did not know her well, but I always noticed something about her.
It's hard to remember that at times. And at other times I know it all too well, and I worry non-stop. And I fear everything. You just never know. And now I fear that I'm not fullfilling my potential as a human being. I don't want to look at that flashback of life and see nothing worth anything; nothing special. Will people be sad when I die? Will they remember anything?
People will remember her. R.I.P. Jessi.