I had a funeral today, it wasn't pretty.

Under the circumstances I didn't think I'd cry, I was wrong. She took her own life after being seriously depressed and into drugs for a few years however on the outside it looked as though she had finally got her act together.

Since last August four people I know under the age of twenty-five have died, it's a shock to the system. Two of these were suicide and two road accidents, I've only attended two funerals out of four, scarily one person died the very first night I met him meaning I, a total stranger until that night was one of the last people to talk to him.

One I will always believe is an angel and was far too good a person to be taken from this earth, my sister was closer to him and it affected her pretty badly. During this death I started re-evaluating life and came out with the other end a better person. After a week long struggle with everything, which included a quiet cry in the middle of a lecture.

Anyway today, I felt fine until I saw her boyfriend/partner/love of her life as she described him, they owned a house together and were proud parents to two lovely little cats.

He looked broken, to be honest he didn't even seem as though he knew what was going on. My heart literally broke in two for this guy.

I don't think I ever want to feel that much empathy for someone every again, and I dread the day someone else feels it for me.

However I do believe she was an angel, she was too lovely not to be. Taking away the drugs and depression issues she was a smart outgoing girl who could have done so much, but was young and naive and chose the wrong path.

At twenty-three years old it's just not fair.