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Why do bad things keep happening? Why is this semester so horrible?
Courtney called me last night, the first time in probably years. We'd been the closest of friends freshman year of high school, and things sort of split apart after that for reasons unknown to me. She called me, and when I called her back, she told me her boyfriend had just died. Of all the people in her life, she wanted to hear from me last night.
A million thoughts came to mind. It reinforces my recently constructed beliefs on life, that life is short and without love and art a lifetime can feel worthless. I thought about getting in my car and seeing Courtney, to give her a hug and let her know how happy I am that she still feels I have a significant role in her life, and how horrible I feel for her loss. I thought about calling Cait the second Courtney hung up, I guess that instinct is still there to call her when something's really wrong, even though it shouldn't be. Then there's my dad, who I apparently really upset yesterday when I was trying to do a good thing for him, and that he could die someday without me ever being able to make him happy or proud.
I hope she can bounce back from this. It's hard losing someone you love.
Courtney called me last night, the first time in probably years. We'd been the closest of friends freshman year of high school, and things sort of split apart after that for reasons unknown to me. She called me, and when I called her back, she told me her boyfriend had just died. Of all the people in her life, she wanted to hear from me last night.
A million thoughts came to mind. It reinforces my recently constructed beliefs on life, that life is short and without love and art a lifetime can feel worthless. I thought about getting in my car and seeing Courtney, to give her a hug and let her know how happy I am that she still feels I have a significant role in her life, and how horrible I feel for her loss. I thought about calling Cait the second Courtney hung up, I guess that instinct is still there to call her when something's really wrong, even though it shouldn't be. Then there's my dad, who I apparently really upset yesterday when I was trying to do a good thing for him, and that he could die someday without me ever being able to make him happy or proud.
I hope she can bounce back from this. It's hard losing someone you love.