a year has passed since my friend peter left us. everytime i see anything related to the dodgers, pass by my church, or listen to that death cab for cutie song that i put on my voicemail when he was killed- i can't help but cry my heart out. although i do, i always deny it, i don't like people seeing me cry. someone has to be the strong one. an upset to it all is how my cousin stephanie pathetically cries when she wasn't even close to him, i mean i grew up with the guy. whatevsss.