So, this is my first blog; although I think I'm doing this more just to put my thougths down. Anyways, a friend of mine died in an accident at the end of the summer. He was young and had a lot going for him. Anyways, I was just looking at his facebook, seeing what people wrote to him while listening to Papa Roach.Now I know people handle death in their own way. Some people still write to him, talking to him about their lives. I respect that. Although, for me, it's weird. I could never write to him on his facebook. I understand that that's their way of keeping him with them though. Sometimes I think there's something wrong with me though...When he died, I didn't really feel anything. I mean, I could feel the pain of others. When the family cried I felt bad for them. I knew I should feel sad, so I acted sad, but it still hasn't really hit me yet. Kind of like watching from the outside. I don't know...Maybe you guys know what I mean. I could just be crazy :S Who knows. Anyways, feel free to comment or whatever.