So in my short, young life I've had to attend a 3rd funeral for one of my friends. What is going on? A person should not lose 3 friends while he is only 19. Seeing a good friend lying in a casket not moving, not able to talk, knowing you'll never see him again.. that's fucking hard.

People, if you haven't got the memo, turns out: guns are dangerous. Don't jokingly play around with them. There can be no good outcome. I lost a friend to an accidental self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. Fuck that. That's a horrible way to go out.

Today is the first day I've cried in years. *sigh* well I guess it's time to go get drunk. Have a good night all.