right now i am so distraught.
my friend almost died friday night/saturday morning. she was drinking all night in philly, and then her friend and her made it home, so she drove home and got into a terrible car accident. car flipped over four times, shit jostled around the road like a ragdoll being tossed across a room. lacerations on her back tell a story that i can even begin to imagine being a part of. my friend almost died! what the fuck! i'm searching for meaning in everything. now, for some back story to everything, i haven't been friends with her for that long, but for the past two weeks we've been hanging out a lot and having a good time. so i really don't know what i'd do without her.
i remember having the same feeling when chris got into a car accident of the same magnatude about 4 years ago. i just remember feeling alone, angry, confused and sad all at the same time. it's funny how fate plays with people's lives.. fuck... chris, he should be dead, but no, he survived as well... i guess some of my friends are just lucky and yet at times they just seem to forget that the most vauleable thing one can own is a life.
so ever since chris got in the accident i've always made it a thing to make sure that my friends know how much i appreciate them, no matter if i'm just running to WaWa or going home for the night, the friends i still have mean the most to me. i couldn't stand to lose one. i'd go insane. i'm not ready for something like that, but then again who is?
we are not invinceable, we are only mortal and we break easily.
last night i did something dumb, i drank more then i should have, and then i went to my friends house, sobered up a little, but then i drove home... even though i knew what happened to my friend. i still drove home, so from now on, if i go out to a bar or have a few drinks at my friends house, i'm either, getting a ride home, staying over, or not drinking a lot. most recently i just haven't had the will to wake up in the morning, because all this shit just keeps happening to me. and it seems that there's only about 3-4 times a month when i have a really good day, where nothing goes wrong and i don't get irratated by people and thier bullshit.
well i guess this is goodbye for a few more days.. the countdown to my birthday is now at 14 days (february 27) and then it's onto canada. and boy do i need a vacation like a motherfucker.
anyways. have a good one, and remember to tell your friends how much you love them, because you never know if you're going to see them again. :\
Current Mood: distressed
Current Music: bright eyes - calander hung itself
my friend almost died friday night/saturday morning. she was drinking all night in philly, and then her friend and her made it home, so she drove home and got into a terrible car accident. car flipped over four times, shit jostled around the road like a ragdoll being tossed across a room. lacerations on her back tell a story that i can even begin to imagine being a part of. my friend almost died! what the fuck! i'm searching for meaning in everything. now, for some back story to everything, i haven't been friends with her for that long, but for the past two weeks we've been hanging out a lot and having a good time. so i really don't know what i'd do without her.
i remember having the same feeling when chris got into a car accident of the same magnatude about 4 years ago. i just remember feeling alone, angry, confused and sad all at the same time. it's funny how fate plays with people's lives.. fuck... chris, he should be dead, but no, he survived as well... i guess some of my friends are just lucky and yet at times they just seem to forget that the most vauleable thing one can own is a life.
so ever since chris got in the accident i've always made it a thing to make sure that my friends know how much i appreciate them, no matter if i'm just running to WaWa or going home for the night, the friends i still have mean the most to me. i couldn't stand to lose one. i'd go insane. i'm not ready for something like that, but then again who is?
we are not invinceable, we are only mortal and we break easily.
last night i did something dumb, i drank more then i should have, and then i went to my friends house, sobered up a little, but then i drove home... even though i knew what happened to my friend. i still drove home, so from now on, if i go out to a bar or have a few drinks at my friends house, i'm either, getting a ride home, staying over, or not drinking a lot. most recently i just haven't had the will to wake up in the morning, because all this shit just keeps happening to me. and it seems that there's only about 3-4 times a month when i have a really good day, where nothing goes wrong and i don't get irratated by people and thier bullshit.
well i guess this is goodbye for a few more days.. the countdown to my birthday is now at 14 days (february 27) and then it's onto canada. and boy do i need a vacation like a motherfucker.
anyways. have a good one, and remember to tell your friends how much you love them, because you never know if you're going to see them again. :\
Current Mood: distressed
Current Music: bright eyes - calander hung itself
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be grateful that your friend is alive... be grateful she didn't kill anyone while drunk driving... drunk driving man, it so isn't worth it. the last time i drove drunk i had over a half a 1/5 of Vodka in me (and a 6 pack cause i thought i was a hardass)... i made it home but man did i have a reality check the next day. i hope your friend reevaluates herself because of this, maybe it's what she needed... wow i just realized how preachy i sound... yuck.
but in all seriousness, it sounds cheesy, but learn from it... and you're right, we're not invincible.
well i thought you were a cutie and wanted to say hi. sorry to get so deep!
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