While straing at the moon just now, smth struck me. We all live our innocent, simple lives, so freely until shit happens. When it does, you realize you've been a selfish asshole who took life and it's luxuries for granted. Until, again, shit happens. When it does, it's shocking how much we can just assume always is ours. People come in and out of our lives so fast. It's already week... 5 or 6. There goes another fourty-odd days we got together. Cherish them, cos you don't know the next time shit's gonna hit the fan. All I want to say is. Life sucks. Bear with it, that's what friends are for.