Tonight, I lost a close friend to cancer. Since Year 7 - since I was 12, he was with me.

Suki was on the bathroom floor. Dad had been complaining about how unwell he looked. I picked him up. He was wet, and he smelt like urine. He'd peed himself. He was breathing heavily. I took him out to Mum in the kitchen. Mum said he wasn't well, that we should ( Read more... )

There. Now I have a layout. I'm much too lazy to get something that actually looks cool though. You'll live.