I started a blog last night. It seemed like a good idea. Today I am goin to my home town for my friends funeral. He commited suicide on sunday night. He had 6 brothers and one sister. I only have one brother, I could NEVER imagine losing him. He's one of my best friends. Sometimes things seem to all go wrong all at once. The past couple of days there has been tears in my eyes and keep holding them in, I'm not sure why. I'm starting my life as a grown up at 22 and it is hard learning how to fly. In my home town one can open their wings but flapping them and flying are not things that are possible. Mine have been clipped for 22yrs and i keep falling. I have never been a computer person, i was always the party girl and now i am realizing that there is more to life than drinking and getting high and I sometimes just wanna move home and stay where i was because it was safe and i had so many friends. I am now what i used to call a loser. I feel vulnerable and thats not something i've ever felt before it will take a lot of getting used to. I'm not exactly sure if this is what is suppose to be written on here but i guess i will find out.
shan