Thoughts, no prayers

For all the time I spent in my life as a stoic, my latest times make me feel more like a cynic. Seems like if people I love aren't dying, then they're simply walking away. I've lost so much and yet have so much more to lose, and all I can wonder now is who's next. It's like watching your favorite characters get killed of your favorite TV show's script. Only it's my reality. I guess my friends that I try to have a serious talk with about these things just find it too depressing, or just me. I wonder if they consider what it's like to actually live this life and be me, but I guess that is my burden. Well, that's life. Everybody has their own circle of sorrow.