Excerpts from the Diary of a Diva

So...I'm on the verge of doing something extremely stupid. I can stop myself...but I don't know if I will. First, the backstory... My best friend from high school died. She was 46. Her mother told me that her diabetes had made her heart bad. On March 18th, she stopped breathing. I would love to say that my friend lived a charmed life, but she didn't. And the fact that she left three children and more questions than answers has vexed me more than I need. The funeral was sad, to say the least. Honestly, I'm pretty hurt about it. Normally, I would just scream, cry, and try to understand the meaning of life. But this time, I can't. My roommate's mom died at the same time. She was 73 years old, and she had suffered for the past three years. Honestly, I'm surprised she lived as long as she did. But she was a fighter, and death was a welcome reward for her and a relief for those who loved her. So here I am, living in a house with someone who just lost h...