The Long & Short of Life

We take advantage of this one thing, daily. Never thinking twice about what it really means, especially when shit is going our way.

I sit here listening to Relient K, tears rolling down my cheeks & confusion in my heart from the loss of another person from my childhood. Its a killing feeling but life must go on, right?
But why not for her? She wasn't a bad person to the people around her but a car accident ends her life? It baffles me.
Yea yea. "BE THANKFUL THAT IT WASN'T YOU." Thats what I keep hearing but does that make me feel better? HELL NO. It just makes me wonder what God is really doing. I lost my grandmother in July (& so did my ex), my aunt in September & a few other classmates earlier this year. These are all people who lived the best they could. And meant Sooooo much to my family & I.
I'm pressing on but the long and short of it is: Life is a bitch. Or a book. It begins well & as expected there's an end but never the ending you expected.

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