doubts

"If I died...would you come to my funeral?" A question one of my best friends asked me today. It struck a chord within me, because I've found myself wanting to ask people that same question so many times before. She is hurting, and as a result, I am hurting, because I know exactly how she feels, and there is nothing I can do to help her overcome those feelings...

Current mood:  cynical. 

 This is a result of my anger and hurt at my cousins or specifically, I was more upset at my one cousin who I am really close with. She and I were born a day apart, her birthdate is July 4th, and mine is July 5th. So I wrote this after my initial anger that became regret and then, it went from there.