When I read the article, I thought, “wow, that’s so sad.” Then I realized it was you. The thought remained the same, the sentiment became more real. I never know how well I know people, but you were always very nice. The times we hung out were always fun. You wore your emotions on your sleeve, which I respected. The last time I saw you, before you left, you said something and I agreed, which made you laugh. Truthfully, I have no idea what you said. Sometimes I don’t hear things, and just reflexively reply in the affirmative. Selfishly, stupidly, I feel guilty. Of course there was nothing to be done..but if I had just read your twitter feed, sent a text to check up…who knows if anything would have changed. I feel badly for you, and the people around you. You’ll never read this, and I’ll probably delete this, but hopefully there’s something left of you. Hopefully that piece of you can feel what people who knew you are writing on various social media platforms. Hopefully that piece of you can feel the emotions behind those posts. I hope you found the peace that you were seeking, and that the pain in your soul was the only thing that disappeared.