I kind of wonder now, after a friend dies, where do they go, what do they do, what do /you/ do. I was too young to know some things don't live as long as others, I was too young to understand that, when something is dead, they're not coming back. But, now, as I sit on my bed, my knees touching my chin, I'm older now, What's left for me was only loneliness. I realize now, that i shouldn't carelessly live my life. cause I know she was too young to know it was going to happen, and I hate myself for not being with her. And now that I think about it, right from the start, I have always know, that a day would come when i'd end up alone. I was just