One of my friends from life before college committed suicide last week. Needless to say, my spring break was different then usual. It hit me really hard. I am sad and angry at him for being selfish, and hurting for his family. His suicide note mentioned how he believed the God of the Bible to be fictitious, and that he did not have any relationships with anyone. Kind of a slap in the face to his family and friends. I hurt for him, it must have been terrible feeling that alone. At what point does family calling you saying they love you and wanting to be with you become insufficient? Depression is hard to understand.
I wish there was more to say. Sometimes there just isnt.
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