so fucking much. 3 friends dying in 1 year (2015) did a BIG number on me, and that was when I went astray in the department of “sanity”. I had already had depression for 11 years and severe generalized anxiety for about 3 years. But, when they died, I was like… What the FUCK. That’s not supposed to happen when you’re 17 and 23. That’s NOT supposed to happen to the best childhood friend I ever had. That’s NOT supposed to happen to a boy who was about to graduate early from high school and already got into a good medical school. That’s NOT supposed to happen to a nurse that goes around and spends her whole day helping the elderly. I wish I was there to give my life in exchange for theirs, especially the last one. She was amazing, and she ONLY had good in her heart. The only comfort I take about her death is that she died instantly in a motorcycle crash (a motorcycle being driven by someone she had never met) after leaving the bar where she was celebrating her early birthday. See, she was 3 days from her 24th birthday. I take comfort because she felt no pain. I miss you so much!!! You’ll never be forgotten. Especially by me :_(