Losing a friends is like losing an old partner in crime. I try to understand why this happens and if its a process I can get comfortable with. More than anything, I try to remember good times without sliding into bad times.
When I first got the diagnosis, I fell apart a little bit. I am not the kind of person who…
After realizing how different my life is now that I’m older and officially done wasting my young years, I decided to talk about good and bad things occuring when growing up. I guess these are normal life changes I wanted to reflect on.
Losing friends hurts. Losing friends sucks. You may be prepared for a battle but you’re never prepared to loose someone.