Goddamn, I Miss That Girl
Losing a friend is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to experience. When you are born into this world, you have your family, but your friends are the family you choose. I’m not very close to my family and I cherish each and every one of the people who have come into my life and became part of my found family. When you lose anyone, it hurts, but as a part of life you expect the inevitability of witnessing your family die. You believe your friends will be around until you grow old. In my 29 years, I’ve learned the hard way that this isn’t always the case multiple times over, and last week I lost another friend who died before their time.
My name is April and I’m an addict. My drug of choice is music. Just saying the word music makes my stomach feel all tingly like I have butterflies in there. From the time I wake up in the morning, to the time I go to sleep, I live for music. I can always be found listening to something new I found or a classic that is timeless. It all sounds the same to me and I just can’t help swayin’ to the groove.
