We were friends when we were depressed teenagers. I never wanted to contact you again because you were doing so well in life, you were my example that people like me could do well. I didn’t want to drag you down with me. You finally seemed happy. I followed your instagram and GoodReads accounts and admired your life from afar.
I’ll never forgive myself for not contacting you again or doing anything to help after learning you took your own life last year anyways.
