TW: suicide.
Yesterday, I found out that a very close friend of mine took his life. I’m not really sure how to deal with it.
He struggled with so much but I genuinely thought he’d be able to pull through, he went to therapy regularly and bit by bit you could see him feeling lighter and happier. We frequently talked about our troubles and I genuinely believed in him. I felt so sure that he was capable of reaching happiness. Things seemed like they were on the road to getting somewhat better for him; I guess I was wrong.
I miss him so much. He had so much to say, so many things he wanted to accomplish, a dream he was working hard to fulfil; it breaks my heart knowing that he couldn’t reach his goals.
He was the friend that you could count on to make you happy. The friend that always made you laugh.
I still can’t fully wrap my head around the fact that he’s gone, I’ll never see him again, never hug him again, never talk to him again. I want to see him so badly. I can’t imagine what he must have felt, I only hope that he is now at peace.
I miss him so much and I will miss him every day. I wholeheartedly wish he didn’t go down this route and talked to someone first, but deep down, I’m somewhat for lack of better term, happy for him. I know that he’s now at peace. As morbid as it may sound, we talked about what we’d like to become after we die, we’d both like to become stars, so I’ll continue to admire him. just now I’ll be quite far from him as he shines in our night sky, as beautiful as ever. I love him and I will miss him. I can’t wait to see him again one day. Until then, I’ll continue to watch him from my window.
I’m sorry that this is quite a heavy thing to read through and I am also sorry if I sounded quite strange, I’m still rather dazed and this is how I’m dealing with it I guess. Things have honestly been awful. I just can’t believe he’s actually like gone gone you know? I miss him so much.