So then I sat there, I sat there on my couch looking at what was in front of me just to doze off,thoughts running wild with memories, memories I wish I could ignore, forget, run from but I cant. Why? Why is it that the most beautiful people I know and love have to go through so much pain? why is it that I'm sitting here asking god why? 

Note: life very much is not perfect its tough ,rough, hell, and ugly for some of us but just know life still goes on, its just up to you wither or not you still want to keep walking on that side of the road.