http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/506764/#cid:4069677 Well isn't this crappy? she and I were actually really close. I got my crying out, and now I just wanna go back to bed and stay there all day. she was such a sweet person, she and I were just talking like, on thursday as I was waiting for my ride.
you know, when people die, suddenly they become beacons of hope, and you see the things in them you never did when they were alive. Most of the time people straight out lie so that they can allow the departed to seem better than they actually were. Evvery funeral ever, it's like "dave was a great man who donated all his time and money to helping others. everyone loved him and he had a big cock." It's always exagerrated, and that bugs me. It bugs me that once someone dies, they become immune to criticism, and as such, are epitomized perfection.
With Finx here....it's really not the case. you see, finx actually WAS as good as all that fake eulogy shit would say. She really WAS a cheerful, happy person. even when shit sucked for her, she was still putting on a happy face. she was always nice, and easily one of the sweetest people I ever met. I honestly can't think of any bad about her, unless you count the fact that she always hated her own artwork (even though it was beautiful) There's nobody else I've ever met that I can say that about....that there were no bad things about her.
Well, I guess you move on. Even when someone you were almost in love with (long story short, we were like THIS close to online dating, but we both agreed that distance is a problem.) dies....I guess there's nothing to do but live for them.
You will be missed Finx, like no others before you.
(also, what a way to find out your friend died...on lulz.net. yeah, I was surfing there last night looking for porn, saw her art, and was like "damn, nice!" only to see the link and that she had passed....yeah, what an interesting turnaround, eh? to make matters worse, they think she's faking it to get out of comissioning duty.)
“When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened up for us” - Finx (I live my life by this philosophy)