i did not wake up that day knowing i would lose a friend. years of friendship thrown to the wind and wolves. i have lost too many friends, and each time i lose somebody, somebody who will go on breathing and walking and experiencing life without my knowledge, without me in it, it feels as though i have died a little. but the most wretched thing of all, is to wake up, and be haunted by the realisation that you never knew that person, that you are mourning over something that you thought you had, but never did.