During my tenth grade year in highschool we had three memorable exchange students. One who came from Brazil, one from Mexico and one from Germany. Vivianne, Marianna and Nora. My group of friends got really close to them during my year. But after that year was over we lost touch.
Yesterday Vivianne died, her funeral's tomorrow.
She's probably one of the nicest people I know: beautiful, laughs all the time, makes you smile just by seeing her. I can't imagine someone not liking Viv. It's weird because when someone dies so young you can't imagine them being gone. I wish I kept in touch with her more.
It's crazy because last year my friend Dustin died too.

It puts life into perspective. I'm lucky to be alive right now and I want to enjoy every moment, even the shittier ones. I can't waste my time doubting myself, or complaining about all the things I wish I did or the things that I don't have.
Because all I have is now.

I'm sorry if this is depressing to read I just wanted to write it somewhere.

much love,
jude