You can hear about how horrible it is, even think about how you would react if you were in the situation, but watching your best friend be put to sleep right in front of you isn’t something you can even begin to understand unless you actually have to go through it. Even after having half of my family die within three years, there really isn’t anything that has struck me like watching Jenny try to move towards me as she took her last breath.
All those nights that I stayed up and listened to you cry about your pathetic life, and I’m left with nothing now that I’m the one that needs it. I guess that’s how it goes with everyone, though.
(via hopeful-realist)