Emptiness

I got told today that a friend died unexpectedly over the weekend.

He was suffering with depression and we can only presume life was too much.

I know there is always guilt associated with death but I am angry with myself for letting work get in the way of not sending his house warming present. It has been so full on the last two weeks that I couldn't get to a post office, and now it sits on my table at home as a rotten reminder.

I know it's the thought that counts but I read an article on depression and the person said that sometimes all they wanted was someone to say hi, send a stupid text or even a stranger to smile at them just so they remembered they existed.

Today I hate work for making me feel empty!