Today I visited my friend's grave. It made me sad to think that he never got to graduate. It made me think that life was still the right choice, even though often it's a painful one. I said goodbye to him and I said that I was moving on, but I promised him that I won't forget about him. He will stay a constant reminder to me, forever drunk and forever young. I'm glad I found him. I hope it will give me some sort of peace on the matter since I think about him and I think about how guilty I feel about the whole thing. But, I need to move on. It's time. It really is time to move on.
I'm an adult now, right?