Maybe the people we hate will all die...how does THAT make you feel?

I saw a journal titled something like "I hate death, especially in people my age" about 30 seconds ago and felt the sudden urge to type this. I didn't read the journal, sorry if it's yours, but I have three minutes to type.

I know a girl, in my grade, not even one of my friends, and she will die before she turns sixteen.

When I started seventh grade I hated her, mainly because she was mean to a friend of mine that was friends with HER older sister and because she called said older sister fat. Note that this girl is sickly skinny...
Because she has a condition that will kill her in about two to three years.

The thought scares me, and I cannot look at the "spoiled little anorexic princess" without feeling really guilty and really sad.

So...there's always a story behind people.

I just think that's important to know.