I have received news very recently that somebody who used to be a close friend of mine has been shot and killed. I'm barely able to function and the only reason I'm not constantly vomiting in addition to crying is because of the fact that I've been constantly smoking weed and doubling on my medication. and I have to go to work in 2 jobs to be able to make ends meet later today. I'm angry that I never get time I need to heal regardless of how hard I work, and it makes me sick to my stomach of the thought the next generation might have to endure this kind of thing.