The Troubles of Being Empathetic

     Happy Friday! I am so glad this week is almost over, and I'm super excited for the musical tonight! Okay so yesterday something extremely sad happened and I didn't mention it in last night's (this morning's?) post because I was so tired. Before school started yesterday, my friend came up to me crying, saying that her friend had committed suicide last night, and although they hadn't kept in touch, they had been really good friends when they were younger, and she couldn't understand why she did it. Her friend, Claire, was apparently cyber-bullied and she was living with a friend at the time of her death. While my friend was telling me about Claire in the bathroom, she was crying uncontrollably, which made me cry. She refused to listen to us about not going to class, because she didn't want to make it a big deal. Seeing her so upset made me so upset because I'm pretty much a freak who gets sad about things that don't even involve me. Death has been a prominent character for most of the story of my life, and each time it comes back, I simply fall apart. I was already an emotional wreck just from being sleep-deprived, and after the news about Claire, I just couldn't hold in my sadness, and I was depressed for the rest of the day.

Claire is the girl playing the guitar. She was so incredibly talented! Claire, I wish I had known you, and I wish that we didn't live in a world where people felt the need to kill themselves. I'm so sorry that people made you do this. Rest in peace, darling.

Carpe Diem,
Brooke