Goodness.
Life is so freaking short and unpredictable.
One moment you are happily shopping for Summer frocks at Zara with your friend, and the next, you receive one of the most devastating sms.

"Guys, it has been confirmed that **** has brain tumor and it's stage 1 cancerous. He's now in ica room 6. His condition has worsened suddenly last night. Please do come down and give him your best support and encouragement. He needs a lot if it."

This is depressing shit.
Suddenly all your own problems since so minor and petty.
Friend, I'm praying for you.

Why do all good things come to an end.