Another person from the old neighboorhood has passed and I am still right here, watching people die, I know that have made choices that have saved me from the life that others have lived but it still bothers me to have at least two of the kids i grew up with both gone, one shot to death in a senseless situation, another a victim of her own choices, but it still bothers me, I got out but for how long, how long until I become the self destructive person that was always predicted for me? how long until the next person i find out about is my own baby sister who I have been estranged from for over ten years.. it scares me that I lose people that were close to me at one time and all i think about is when is it going to be my turn? Right now I'm not sure exactly what I'm thinking....
Current Mood: Sad.
People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.
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