Look At This. Another Book I Don't Need To Start

This is not...!

Hi. So I don't write many rants because I end up feeling like they are petty things, but this one I think deserves a rant.

So just over four months ago, one of my really good friends was killed in a crash. He was 15. He had a bright future ahead of him. He was my dance partner in Fiddler on the roof and I had spent countless hours rehearsing both Fiddler on the Roof and Pirates of Penzance with him. I went to school with him for 3 and a half years.

Then, today at lunch, one of my friends, Dubbed Susie for this, came across a post on Facebook about him or something, and started to tell how she was still grieving.

My friend Ruedeana(not her real name) and I began to talk about the memories we had with him and whatnots.

Then, Susie starts talking about how, since she knew him for 9 years and was in the same ward as him, she was then only one that really had a reason to mourn him now.

How dare she!?

I was torn up about his death and she dare tell me that I am not allowed to still be sad about his death because I only knew home for 3 years?

Arrrrrgh! It pisses me off! Majorly.

Rant over.

Oh, and stay sexy
-Scomiche❤💛💚💙💜