Life is short.

[Miss Vicious]

First entry on here, but pleasantries aren't my thing. Let's cut straight to the chase. Death, life, love.

Death:
A friend of my best friend just killed himself. I have never met him personally, but my best friend came over to my house sobbing. He was soaked to his core from the rain, sweat and tears. He cried and I held him with his shaggy gold hair and too-small sweatshirt, but it wasn't enough. It will be okay, but it won't. It will be okay because we are all still alive and it won't because this person is dead.

Life:
The friend's suicide made me think about life.
Life is sweet, but it hurts. Maybe it's sweeter because it hurts so much sometimes. Life is fleeting. I feel lucky to have been born in the first place. Life is the ultimate gift. (That does not mean I'm pro-life. It just means I am thankful to have been given this beautiful random gift of existence).

Love
I'm pretty sure I'm young and in love. It scares me shitless.