ghoulish

This week has been absolutely miserable, and by far the worst I've had in a very, very long time. Surprisingly enough, it's not the cause of work, relationship trouble, or other petty things. You always get those phone calls on the days when everything seems to be working out fine. There's large gaps in between bad things happening, but when all is quiet, you just feel it in the back of your mind that something is going to come and take all that positivity away from you. Losing a friend at such a young age hurts more than it should, really. You should celebrate these peoples' lives, but in the end, all you can think of when you look down at their coffin is how you'll never be able to laugh with them again, and you'll never be able to give them a hug, and tell them how much you mean to them. Rest in peace, Zach. You will not be forgotten.

Other less painful physical scars also seem to be healing up nicely. This is the result of attempting to pick up the cat when she was hungry first thing in the morning:


Regardless, here's to hoping this mental pain goes away quicker than the latter. I'm not sure I can take burying another friend anytime soon.