The world goes on, even though I feel like it shouldn't. The world though, does not feel as I do. I sat outside and chainsmoked my way through the rest of my cigarettes and thinking of what I'd done today, all the triviality that flashed through my mind. Taking for granted that everything was alright. I sat and smoked and watched all the people around me, continuing life as usual. They don't know, but I still felt a resentment towards them, perhaps for their ignorance like they should have stopped smiling, joking and laughing. Another shot burns down my throat and Jim Morrison croons behind me, this is indeed The End my friend, but it should not have been. You were far too young, too alive, struck in our memories in vibrant color. There are no words so I will simply say that my heart goes out to your family and you will be missed. Another innocent victim of a mad world.
maee:
thats very well writted