ohhgeeitsme
Wizard
- Feb 5, 2020
- 694
He was an old friend near my hometown. He died from myositis, 35. Other than being friends on social media and liking each other's post here and there, I haven't actually spoken to him for over a decade probably. We both moved to different states. He was one of those people that stick with you. Just a great guy that everyone loves and you want to be friends with. Sometimes when people die and all these people come out and talk about how devastated they are, I sometimes can't help but feel like a lot of them are full of shit and don't care nearly as much as they let on. With him, I know people are being genuine because he really was that loved.
It's just yet another example of someone who should have lived. The universe keeps taking people like this far too early, then keeping others who want to leave alive and miserable. Another good friend of mine from high school, just last week, her husband died suddenly from a heart attack at 34. They have three little kids, a seriously beautiful happy family. Yet, I'm still here. Someone who is more than okay with dying, and this place is taking people actually worth something in society. People who aren't complete burdens. It's hard to stomach just how unfair life really is. I wish I didn't care. Sometimes I can get into that state of mind when it all just washes over me and I accept it, but it never sticks.
It's just yet another example of someone who should have lived. The universe keeps taking people like this far too early, then keeping others who want to leave alive and miserable. Another good friend of mine from high school, just last week, her husband died suddenly from a heart attack at 34. They have three little kids, a seriously beautiful happy family. Yet, I'm still here. Someone who is more than okay with dying, and this place is taking people actually worth something in society. People who aren't complete burdens. It's hard to stomach just how unfair life really is. I wish I didn't care. Sometimes I can get into that state of mind when it all just washes over me and I accept it, but it never sticks.