Sometimes I wonder what the point is. Why do the things we do? When you’re younger you look forward to being older and going to high school then on to college. We never really took the time to see how lucky we were. We had few worries. We never had to worry about that girl at the party who had a little too much to drink. We never had to worry who was tweaking out on pills that day. We didn’t have licenses so our friends couldn’t die in teen related accidents. In the past month I have lost a classmate and an old school mate. Grant it I go to a school where there’s too many people to know everyone and I didn’t know the girl that died. She was still in my graduating class. That’s still scary. That could have been any one of my close friends. That was someone’s best friend. That was someone’s daughter. Many stories are going around about her, all either drug or alcohol related. This is why we’re too young. We can’t handle it. I’m tired of losing people I know. I lost a person who I saw everyday for five years. I wasn’t close to him, but once you go to a private school you care for everyone there. Losing someone that close to home is scary. I’m growing up and this is my reality. It only gets worse and the best thing I can do is move forward. I can’t change it. I’m scared. I’m scared to see what comes next; I’m scared to who goes next. I’m scared about how it happens. I’m in high school; I thought these were supposed to be the years that were careful, not filled with death and sorrow. Not filled with one let down after another.