A year and a half ago, an extremely close friend of mine for as long as i can remember killed herself. No one saw it coming, she had problems, but we all though she was getting better, until one night, when she left. We found her, but not in time. After it happened, I was in a bad place, I didn’t want to live anymore, I just couldn’t take the pain; I wanted it to stop. I somehow got back, graduated on time, and came here to tech as a freshman this year. I guess i never fully accepted it, the depression is returning, I’m scared to sleep because of the dreams. It hurts so much, I’m scared. I feel like people wont want to be around me if i’m not happy. I’m scared to tell anyone, and even more scared of being alone.
