My mother said something poetic this morning. That I had some sort of "Grim Reaper Curse" because I have just lost my fourth friend in just over a year.
I never met him in person, but he was a good friend, and I loved him very dearly, like a brother.
This sucks. Why is it everybody that I know? Can't I go a whole damn year without someone close to me dying?
Now I know why people say that life isn't fair. Because death always cheats you.
