The Drabbles of a Young Mind

It's not fair.

I cried today, for the first time in months.

It wasn't because I was sad. It wasn't because of a boy. Not technically anyways.

I cried because I had to hold my puppy as it died.

And that hurt. It hurt more than my grandfather dying, it hurt more than my mother flat out refusing to acknowledge my sexuality, it hurt more than the day he left.

It made me question a lot of things. How could something so innocent be forced to die in such a cruel manner?

Why did he have to die after I tried so hard to keep him alive? After I fell in love with my little otter?

I came to the age old conclusion of "Life isn't fair. Death is. "

You can have millions of dollars, or not even one. You could be the most heinous of killers, or as innocent as a lamb.

It doesn't matter who or what you are, you will die eventually.