I couldn't have said it better. It's hard to feel "lucky" that I can put it all into perspective. To truly know and feel the brevity of it all. Why do I have to be the one to say all the things that need said. Why do they need said anyway?
One day I wont be here but there will still be tornadoes and traffic and pizza. There will still be football games, movies and beer. People will still meet and fall in love and have children, wash their cars complain about politicians... I can't help but feel insignificant sometimes. Trust me, I'm NOT feeling sorry for myself or for anyone else for that matter. It's just a weird feeling to see "it" from this perspective. It's not about fighting for a few moments it's about enjoying the moments I still have. I can smile at smaller things and dismiss more BS. I want to put 100 years of experience into 35 and if I live to be a hundred years old then i'll have crammed a few lifetimes into one.

As for that friend who seemed to leave me hanging. Maybe she's more afraid than I am. Maybe she never really cared in the first place. I don't believe the latter but even if it's true it was nice to feel cared for by her. I think I'll continue to believe it was real and shes just a little freaked out.