I hate it. I feel so useless, powerless.
I know she's hurting, that this is probably one of the most hardest moment in her life so far. If I could say something, do something, do anything to make it better I would.

Life's unfair and it's always the people close to us that hurt us the most.

Warm memories; like a cup of coffee.

I failed to realize how good it was back then.

I wasted time rather then enjoying it.

Now that I look back, I realize how fun it was and how much I should have cherished it. The people I met were truly good people, interesting people and now I can think to myself, what a great time I had. Nostalgic memories flood me. Dancing in the street, mooning people at night, harassing the math teacher, crossing a huge stream just cause I wanted lollipops, laying outside on the sidewalk just to avoid going inside, running through a dark forest only to trip and fall, walking in to stop signs, midnight jogs.

When was it complicated? When did superficial things matter? It scares me to think that I'm going to forget these memories one day, forget how it was so simple, just be happy. Forget the warm memories that I turn to in times of trouble. It scares me when negative feelings over come the better things in life that I should be focusing on and it's scary when I realize, it probably can't be like that again.