I found out that a childhood friend of mine had been struggling with leukemia for the past few years. She managed to beat it but the struggle took its toll on her body and she passed away yesterday.
Our friendship was nothing so terribly unique. We were just two eighth graders who became Office Assistants together. We grew into friends over office gossip about the counselors, principal, and secretaries. One of those casual friendships that gets neglected all too easily.
It’s such a terrible feeling, losing someone who was a joyful presence in your life. What makes it worse is knowing that we had grown so far apart in the years that it took a chance glance at a typically deactivated facebook account to find all this out.
In my haste to get away from the people who have let me down, put me down, and contributed to some of the more miserable moments in my life, I left the good ones behind. The ones who remember to wish me “Happy Birthday” long after we’ve lost touch. The ones who are there when the jerks and tools of the world beat at you until you’re so broken down all you have are God and these few precious friends.
I know she’s in a better place. The fight is over and she’s no longer in pain. My only regret is that it took so long to get back in touch.
i wonder if i’ll be able to go back to school this fall
between the funerals and the ghetto relatives stealing stuff i am completely tapped out.
how am i gonna pay the bills if i can’t stay still long enough to schedule an interview to get a job?
i just want to cry. this whole ‘higher education’ thing is taking way too long. I think I’m gonna find a b.s. degree that I can already claim, so I can graduate this fall. i’m so tired of everything about undergrad. i just want it to be over.
at the bottom
i don’t think i can handle more bad news.