I actually had a friend die recently, randomly actually. As far as I knew he was perfectly fine, and then I get a call from my father saying he died of spine cancer, which I didn’t even know he was diagnosed with. He went to the doctors with some back pain and died the same day. It spun me into a viewpoint where I took a step back. I looked at how I was living, what I was doing, and who I was surrounding myself with. It made me think what exactly was I working so hard for. It made me question relationships, time I had wasted, and any regrets I had. And to be honest I’m still reeling from it, mostly internally. It spun me into a serious quarter life crisis, and as other issues began to reveal themselves, the plans I had made for myself seemed trite. Right now I am not in a good place, but I feel like I need this insanity to consume me. Even though it may severely ruin my college career and any relationship with one of my sisters. Luckily I am pretty good at faking being alright.