Once again, I am about to be without a job. I seriously hate my life.
Y’all, why do shitty things constantly have to happen to good people, while shitty people constantly get good things?!
Life just seriously doesn’t make sense sometimes.
I walk into that Starbucks every week now. Every time I open those doors, I think of you. Every time.
I think of how there was no air in my car and we were all so hot, Tazo tea, laughing about “Crutchie”, borrowing Hallie’s car and giving it back with gum everywhere, awkward sing alongs, and more than anything, that laugh, your laugh…
I miss you more than I thought I would. Rest in peace, beautiful girl.