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I haven't written a journal in a while, I've sort of lost my passion for writing, I suppose. For a long time I didn't know what to write. But now, life has thrown me in the midst of a community's tragedy, leaving my mind drowning with thoughts and speculation.
This morning, I woke up with my sister telling me that a friend I've known since kindergarten, grew up being in all the same classes, went to each other's birthday parties (which were only 2 days apart) had died, the drunk passenger of a truck with an even more intoxicated driver. The driver; The brother of the girl I had talked about before in my journals, the girl who had died in a car accident just 2 years prior. It was a one vehicle crash, hitting a telephone pole, one man dead, one seriously injured, and the other(the driver) with minor injuries. All boys were drunk, all boys knew better.
I'm in shock, I'm sad, I'm angry as hell.
I live in a small community, yet EVERY year, we go to the funerals of youth taken by avoidable tragedy, every. god. damn. year. I feel sorry for all of their families. Especially the driver's parents, they suffered great tragedy within the last 2 years, death claimed their daughter two years ago, who again I knew fairly well, in a car accident due to inexperience, and now face a son, plagued with nightmares and lawsuits and questionless significant jail time.
The only way I know how to move on and limit my constant thoughts on this, is to write, which is why you guys are hearing from me today. I can't stop thinking about this, and I need an outlet, so I hope you understand.
I also wanted to remind you guys, that you are not invincible, and when it comes to your safety and well-being, do not take chances, make smart choices and never, please never, get into a vehicle with questionable drivers, whether intoxicated, or merely too inexperienced to be driving on the highway. Two people I knew well, and countless other youth that I didn't, in my small community, were taken by catastrophe, we seem to be cursed, unlucky, or perhaps it comes down to just pure naivety.
Whatever it is, it can't go on, the brave and shattered people of this town can't bear to dig another grave.
Our blistered hands can no longer hold that shovel, our black outfits are worn and tattered from use, our puffy eyes have no more tears left in them to shed. We are broken, year after year, and loosing a little bit of ourselves each year as we try our best to glue ourselves back together, eventually there will be nothing left to shatter.
That's all I have for now, thank you for listening, I love you guys very much and please be safe <3