Dead kids
Another kid from school died, last night (the third this year alone).
I kinda knew him. I know his mom pretty well, and I used to talk to his younger brother a lot. They look very similar, so much in my foggy memory I can't recalled which I spoke with.
I'm okay. A bit shaken up that the son of such a sweet woman is dead, that someone my friend would casually mention is dead.
My friend John wasn't sad. He explained to me that his coping strategy is being petty and told me that he was upset because John planned to kill him on his wedding day. I doubt he noticed it, but he was in shock. I distracted John from this, and allowed him to be slightly more playfully mean to me than usual without me fighting him too much.
My other friend I didn't have the chance to talk to. He just seemed tired and sluggish. Looking at him made me feel ill.
I kinda knew the first kid who died this year too. My friend was a friend of his. The only time I really interacted with him was at a different mutual friends party. He was a bit rude to me, but I had no opinion on him. When he died, my friend cried for days.
I'm not personally effected by these deaths. But I'm so fucking sick of dead kids.