siddhartharun

I watched my best friend die. It wasn't in a hospital and it wasn't an accident on some road somewhere. There's a saying, and I guess it's also… funny… how you never know what's going on behind closed doors. I guess you're probably thinking of suicide - overdose, hanging by the rope, or (god forbid) the knife, but... it's not that. Because it's one thing to die and it's another to die. I believe you can exist without properly living. What is a life? We are born into this world with no say on the matter, and yet the majority of us take for granted that tomorrow we will wake up to another morning, another routine, another day in