Suicide

This week, a friend of mine from childhood committed suicide.

We'd drifted apart. Lost touch.... were friends on facebook to keep better touch. It sucks.

When I think about it too much, a few tears fall. Her memorial is on Friday... I don't think I'll be able to go. I'm working the night before, and it's a drive. I think I'll regret not going.

This makes me sick inside.

That is all. So final. No more choices, no more chances, just gone. Too sad.

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