I found out yesterday that a friend of mine from kent hung himself this weekend. Although I didn't know him incredibly well and we weren't the closest of friends, I still have so many weird feelings about it. It's so strange to not know how to feel about something like that; of course feeling angry is a big part of it, which is weird, but I also feel so guilty for not being closer with him. He was the kind of person who really impacted anyone he met very deeply, and will be missed forever. I guess we all have to grow up, I just hate this part of it.

I hope he's found peace and happiness.
you are loved.