Shit Happens?

So I'm not in the best mood.

You know what today is?

It's my high school mentor's eighteenth birthday.



But you know what yesterday was?





The 5 month anniversary of her death.

That's right her DEATH. I freakin hate that word.

ESPECIALLY when associated with someone so young and pure of heart.

I really don't feel like explaining her story again. Because in reality, it just really pisses me off. Just go to google. Search Emily Watts. The amazingly beautiful girl will be attempted to be summed up in simple words. And the reason she died?

Drunk F** Driving.

God the woman that hit her (from behind)...I HATE her. I have never Genuinely HATED anyone before. But She takes the whole freakin cake. I Hate her guts for what she did that night.

She's not even sorry. She has no clue.

No clue what shes done to this town,
the community,
this family.

I now HATE walking down the hall where her locker is. Because, despite the fact that i barely even knew her (on a personal level), she was part of us. The school.

And she was taken so fast. Right before our eyes.

No one deserves to go the way she did, Least of all her.

She truly was an angel on Earth.

Shit doesn't Happen. People do.