My favorite drummer left a few days ago. At first I thought they were just spreading rumors. I told my boyfriend who told me the news that it must be false. She clarified it after a few days. I didn't wait for her clarification, only the news said that she committed suicide. She was quarantined in a hotel because of the epidemic, and her family dog died without anyone taking care of her. She felt very guilty. Some people say, why can't she be stronger, she is just a dog.
But I think she did it because of a dog, but not just because of a dog. In other words, the dog in our eyes has another meaning in her eyes. Maybe after being separated from people for thousands of times, I took on the responsibility of taking care of a lovely friend who accompanies me every day, but failed to take good care of it in the end. Thinking this way, I seem to be able to understand her a little better. But they felt that just because a dog was gone, she gave up on living.
The day I found out she passed away, I cried for three hours and fell asleep when I was tired from crying. In fact, some people may also think that you have never met her, what will it matter to you if she is gone? But they didn't know that when I was sick, she was smiling and shining on the stage like the sun. She and other band members were with me in my headphones, pushing me and encouraging me. I got better, but my sun chose to give up. I wonder if they can understand me any better.
I am twenty-four years old this year. When I woke up the next day with swollen eyes, I suddenly thought that one day I would give up because of something, but not just because of something.
I wanted to write something a long time ago, but I never thought about it or expected anyone to read it. I just found a place to read it. But I also want someone to hear me one day, no matter how long it takes, as if I really have a friend who can listen to me.
There are too many unpleasant things in life, so let the "I" in the story give up for me once, while the real me just curls up in reality, embarrassed and brave enough to keep living.
Intention: Whether good times or bad times have a dual impact on life, the key is how to recognize and treat them.