A friend of mine died over the weekend. She hung herself late last week and was in a coma on Saturday, so i'd kinda been expecting it, but hearing this morning was still hard. This is the third person sorta close to me who's died, but the first i'm physically close enough to go to the funeral. I've never been to a funeral before. It's odd because she's one of those friends that i never really felt very close to, but who seemed to consider me a good friend - certainly good enough to be one of her bridesmaids 18 months ago. Poor guy, didn't get much of a marriage in :-/ I don't really know what to do. I don't want to call and annoy him when he's probably got tons of people reopening the wound every five minutes. Even if i did, i don't know what to say other than "man, that fuckin sucks".
What really sucks is that she was supposedly in psychiatric care when this happened, though i'll save ranting about the sorry state of Australian psychiatric care for another time.
Mental illness is gay.
In other news, my grandfather has had cancer for two years and has only told the family now that it's close to the end.
And in case y'all forgot, my girlfriend's pretty much left me, my rent is being increased on July 20 and i'm once again stuck alone in Australia.
On the upside, i have a few Hershey's Kisses left. Also gin, vermouth and plenty of olives. Bring it.
Come to KL bitch!