I left my first flower today...
After work I went to the cemetary to leave a flower behind, as I said I would a while back.
Name: Joroe Luis Gacrcia
Born: Oct. 10, 1956
Death: Mar, 13, 1958
Two fucking years old and dead. His burial ground was so small, it saddened me. I gave a speech though I did not know the baby. I broke to tears, how can one die so young? Why is it that life exists for some people and not others? Some people waste their life by doing nothing, not succeeding in anything. Some people live life in glass shields, never allowing people into their lives, never loving, never caring about anything or anyone at all. Some people live life with masks, they're never the person they really are, never, not even to their significant other. Some people live life through death, always trying new things like falling off a cliff and seeing if they survive. I'm not saying that people living through death can't love, but then why would they risk the chance of leaving loved ones behind? I've vowed to do something important with my life, whatever it may be.