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touchy subjuct. I recently had a very good friend commit suicide. He was only twenty years old. He had lived a rough life, and had more bad fortunes than any other. He started getting his shit straight. He finally became out of his depression a little, cleaned up, acted a lot more happy. Until one day, when he got pulled over, taken to jail, and got bailed out, he disappeared. He was missing for a few days, until one day, his father went down to the camper which he lived in, and found him dead there. He had shot himself in the face with a shotgun. He honestly thought not that many people cared for him, and the way most treated him, it would be understandable, but so many more than imaginable did. You never really know what it would be like to lose someone real close to you until it happens. The day it happened, my friend called me about hearing a death at the place that he stayed at. We had only one thing on our mind of what it could be. So we rolled up there, and sure enough, there were county cops and GBI up there with yellow tape. As soon as we saw that the tape went across the camper that he stayed in, it was... indescribable. I've never felt so empty. I couldn't stop breaking down for a few weeks. I would be at work, and just have to go to the bathroom and cry. It was so fucking hard. And the worst part is just how he was pulling himself out of this deep hole and the one fucked up thing happens and he kills himself. I cannot even begin to understand it..
R.I.P. Crhis.
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