I'm supposed to know how to comfort her. I'm supposed to know how to console her and make her feel like there is still life after Sergio, that life is still worth living. But the thing is, is that if the same thing would have happened to me, if my first love would have killed himself, there wouldn't be anything left for me. I don't think I could do it, put a mask on everyday and go through the motions. And thats why I feel like such a bad friend. Im no good when it comes to the topic of Sergio. Because what am I supposed to say? Am I supposed to be a hypocrite to the only person who I trust? I can't do it. But maybe it's my duty to, as the best friend, do anything to make her feel better, to feel, for even an instant, that she's ok, that she's gonna make it after all.

I would do anything for her. I feel obliged because she's been my friend for so long. Because she gets me and I get her. Because she knows me and she's still by my side. But today, what can I do? Today she's re-living it all over again, and I know that it must be hell. She's living through hell on earth.