A friend of mind just died in a traffic accident last night. He was on his motorcyle and a car t-boned him in an intersection. All of our friends were crying their eyes out today, and posting soppy, sloppy emotional poems on his Facebook page. And some bitch I never heard of before showed up and changed his profile to show how they were all in love and involved and shit, which is news to me since he was still trying to get in my pants as recently as three days ago. I honestly don't even know what I'm supposed to feel at this point. I'm upset, obviously, but if I wasn't shitfaced drunk, I probably wouldn't even be able to cry. Until about an hour ago, it didn't even feel real. I kept checking my phone, expecting a text from him telling me it was a mistake. And who the hell is this total stranger on his profile, telling me they were "in love" and that all these changes were things he was "intending" to do? How the hell do you be 23 years old, with your entire life ahead of you and all kinds of plans and dreams, and then just not exist in the next moment, with no one to mourn you except family members who didn't understand you and people who didn't even know you well enough to be able to call and find out when your funeral is?