Death

It’s one of those things that you always hear but think it’s never gonna happen to you (at least not anytime soon) or near you (unless it’s grandparents, but that’s predictable most of the time).

Earlier this summer, one girl from NYU passed away in a car accident. I didn’t know her but I knew some of her friends. Seeing RIPs and facebook memorials (yes, facebook) made me a little upset. She was so young, how unfortunate, I thought.

Then, just now, I found out that someone who attended NYU (later transferred out) also passed away in a car accident. Except this time, I knew the guy. I wasn’t close friends with him but we were friendly to each other; we’d say hi and exchange small talks once a while.

Man. I can’t quite figure out what this feeling is. Shock? Empathy? Sorrow?

(Kevin says it’s “its a sheer anger and frustration” but I don’t really agree)

It’s really devastating hearing news like this.

What is wrong with this summer anyway? Why is it that everyone kept dying.