Today we come with great sadness to talk about Jillian Malloy's death. As someone who was very close with her, I think this is more about celebrating her life and not dwelling on her loss. Jillian was a fine young girl, she was good in school and also a good person at heart. Good friend, good sister and good daughter. She was always into helping people out, sticking up for others and trying to make the best of every situation. When she was younger she started a fundraiser for Hurricane Katrina. With a little help from friends, family and the rest of the community she raised over $2000 for the cause. This is just a little piece of the good that she did for others. She did walks for M.S., breast cancer and autism. Fundraising played a big part in her life. She has worked at soup kitchens and recently before she became sick she was able to go to a place in the bronx where she bagged groceries for families that would not be able to buy them themselves. She always brightened up the day of others. There was always a sense of happiness when she would walk through the door. Many times she would be ask, do you ever get mad or are you ever not happy. Her answer would always be not really. It took a lot to make Jillian mad. Jillian truelly had something special about her. She could make people laugh when they were about to cry and could crack a joke at the most innappropriate but much needed times. She enjoyed hanging out with her friends. Though she was very busy with school and work she always had time to see her friends, especially her best friend Tara. They were inseperable. Jillian treated all her friends like family. Offering rides when needed. As her friend myself, I knew she was always there for me. One day I called her at 2 am because I was having family issues and she came right over to be there with me, I knew if i wanted to talk shed be there to listen and if i just wanted her there she was always there. Her family felt the same way with her. When i was asked to write this eulogy i wanted the input of her family also, so i asked about how she was towards them. They said she was an excellent daughter. When her mom and dad fought some how shed get them to stop and just make everyone laugh. She was very mature and could be trusted in everything she was doing. She was hardworking with her two jobs and school work but was always ready to go for a drive with the family or just to spend time with them. Jillian will really be missed by her family friends and over all the community.

Ten million dollars is quite a bit of money, but hey I'd take it. With ten million dollars id move out into my own apartment in the city. ive always wanted to live in new york city, but thats a dream in itself because of the high price. after i got my apartment and all the furniture and utilities id give some to my parents and some to my sister. id pay off college and the loans ive taken out for it. some of it would go in the bank and the rest i would shop and donate some to charity. yeah that sounds so cliche to donate it to charity, give some to your family and so many poeple would probably say that but i really would. my family is weirdly close. we all care about eachother more then anything and would do anything for eachother. i am also really into donating to charities and helping out peope who are in need. I guess from the looks of this im not doing to bad as a person. im a little materialistic in the fact that the first thing i wanna get is an apartment and everything that has to go inside, but really im sure everyone has that in them.

Who are you?
Literally? I'm a blonde hair, blue eyed, 18 year old girl. But inside im much more then that. I am a girl who just likes to see the best in everyone and everything; who is happy most of the time, and when im not i hide it well. A girl who will pretty much believe everything you tell me. Try to pick a fight with me; I'll just give in because conflict is not my forte. I enjoy living life to the fullest. I take risks and just hope for the best. Random is my middle name. Things pop into my head one after another sometimes before i have time to even think about it. I speak before i think. I try to make people laugh but somehow if others arent laughing i still make myself laugh. im not perfect, my grades arent perfect i have a bad attitude sometimes but nobodys perfect.

Why am I here?
I think im here to help others and keep things for the most part civil.
Im here to make people happy when there sad
I think im here to help people who are in need of something
Im here to change the subject when people are fighting to stop the fight
I think im here for a purpose i may not know until further into my future

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leaky faucets are so annoying!

The beast creeps up on you without warning.
He takes you thoroughly by surprise.
Once he has his claws in you,
you feel there is no escape.

If only you knew about him sooner,
But by the time you noticed him,
His tentacles spread and engulf
every inch of your body

slowly
slowly
slowly
he moves.

The beasts hunger overwhelms him.
As he fees, he sucks you dry.
As your weakness grows,
he hets stronger and stronger.
His hunger is unceasing.

You try to fight him,
pushing and pushing
you may win the battle
but usually he wins the war.

You try to poison him
but the poison turns on you.
others watch helplessly
as he attacks you
over and over again

he destroys lives

you try to ignore him.
which can be easy at times
because he is invisible to the naked eye
but you know hes there
destroying you bit by bit.
you think hes gone only to find
hes just found a new place to hide.

he feeds on your anxiety,
thrives on your strees,
despises your positive attitude

despite your heroic efforts
your hair continues to fall out
your getting weaker and weaker
the end is near.

ive had enough of all this shit
people thinking who the fuck they are
making it clear im not as good as them
well you wouldnt be shit if your mommy
and daddy didnt pay your way thru life

i got no money, broke!
i do something to make it thru life
working multiple jobs and going to school
lucky i went to school at all

go ahead and judge
i dont give a fuck what you think of me
look at my clothes, ripped jeans
baggy shirts messy hair
got a problem? i dont fuckin care

what you dont see is the bruises
inside and out, on my arms, legs
and heart and soul.

dad aint home moms a crack head
did you know that? hopin each nite when
she brings home a different man maybe
he wont be as abusive as the last

just lookin at me makes him mad
every nite takin a few punches
lay in bed listening to mom cry
its your fault bitch

she coulda done something with her life
but she made that mistake almost 18 years ago
yea ill be 18 next week; that mistake was me

how do you assholes feel now?
still judging, good! see what you
think when im gone tomorrow.
FUCK IT

I HATE
liars
I HATE
backstabbers
I HATE
"playas"
I HATE
having to work
I HATE
having rules to follow
I HATE
being forced to do things i dont wanna
I HATE
my computer
I HATE
my body
I HATE
bitches and cattyness
I HATE
hypocrites
I HATE
shallow people
I HATE
ignorance


HATES A STRONG WORD
FOR A WEAK PERSON LIKE ME.