There was a person I knew he was great. He didn't care. He just wanted to live life to its fullest. I appreciate that. Sometimes you have to think that maybe you'll die tommorow so you should be happy with what you have. I lost touch with him and I regret that. I met another guy who was like him, and that made me happy. I'm still friends with the second guy and he's one of those people I vent to about life. Is it weird that I like to count all the roadside graves when I'm going somewhere? I see it as a reminder that we could loose everything in the blink of an eye. Some people are so stupid. What's the point of hating on other people for who they are? If someone is lgtbq+ how does that effect you in any way? You honestly look like the stupid one when you're calling other people stupid for being who they are.
