To see Part 1 of this series, click here . This post is in the most danger out of the rest in this series to be the whiniest, self-absorbed crap that you've ever read. I promise I'll do my best to keep the emo to a minimum, but I make no guarantees. In short, everyone is dying. And I'm tired of it. Since late May, I have attended, taken part in, and been privy to not 1, not 2, not 3, but 4 funerals. That's 4 deaths in just a little over 3 months. And it's not like they were funerals that you attend simply to show support for the families affected because you didn't know the deceased very well. These were personal.  These were heartbreaking.

I have needed to write this post for months now, but I’ve been hesitant. Due to the subject matter, it is going to be difficult to write in a positive manner, to make it seem as if it’s not just one giant wall of complain-y text. Plus, more and more keeps happening to add onto my ever-growing hatred of this year that I’m not sure if writing it now would even matter. It all may change tomorrow. But I’m going to write it anyway. Because I be a rebel, yo.