Hi guys. Been trapped inside myself for a week or two. Haven't felt like dealing with anything, but then it all builds up, so here I am.

My pregnancy is kicking my butt, I am so tired of the morning sickness, and the tiredness. Ready to start looking pregnant instead of just feeling it.

A friend of mine committed suicide last Saturday. He was only 25, what a waste. I had known him most of our lives, since he was 2 and I was 4. My gosh I miss the hell out of that boy. He was such a beautiful person, always smiling, and so positive, always giving out hugs(the best hugs). He was so much fun to be around. I'm really going to miss him.
The unfortinate thing about suicide is such a private thing that all too often, no one sees it comming. Logically, I know that, but part of me keeps thinking that if I had gone to see him maybe I would have known something was wrong, and could've helped. Logically I know that isn't true either, but you know how our minds work.

To put a positive end to this rather depressing post, I have decided that if the baby is a boy, he will be named after him-Brandon.

Hope everyone is well. Happy autumn, by the way!
Ya'll take care, C-ya!