A Picture Update

This isn't a "picture stories" or anything but I figured I'd throw a couple pictures up here to let you know what's going on.

This is my bedroom all decorated. I love it. I just finished it the other day and yes, as Cheryl likes to remind me, it looks a little like Grandma's cottage. But I don't care. It's just eclectic and homey enough to make me love it.

These are my roommates. The one on the right as you probably know is my best friend. Yes, we bicker. Yes, I'm so glad we live together. The one on the left is our new bestie. Thank the roommate Gods we got her. ♥

And this one is from fairly early this summer. It's not really an update I just wanted to share it because in this picture I was truly elated. That is no phony smile, no sarcastic grin. I was so purely happy right then and I think that alone makes it beautiful. Of course, shortly after this was the very worst part of my summer/year but that's beside the point.

So there you go. A little look at what's going on. Hope everyone is doing well. Goodnight, all.

You Never Know

I found out my friend lost her mother to a drug overdose last night. I don't even know where to start. My heart aches for her. She hasn't had the stereotypical platonic family ever in her life, as far as I know. And with all the trials she's been through she still has a solid head on her shoulders and a pretty face to boot. But losing a mom...this has gone too far.

Selfish me, I immediately began to put myself in her shoes. How would I feel if I knew I would never get to see my mom again? Never get another hug. Never call her to spill my week, even the dull and boring and never get turned away. How would I cope? How would I get up in the morning? I don't know that I would.

Eventually, of course, everyone must die. But not now. Not so soon. And my friend is two years younger than me to top it all off. Her mother will never see her high school graduation. She'll never see her daughter turn eighteen. How is that fair? How is that fair to my friend?

It's not. It's not okay. And if my mother ever did that to me I would hate her for it. But I know that no matter how much hate I would be able to muster it would be a grain of sand compared to the beach that just wanted her back.

Death is a part of life. It has it's time, it's place. And yesterday was not it. I will hold my shoulders a little lower today. Because more tragic than the woman that lost her life is the girl that lost a mother.