A friend's death.
A few weeks ago. I found out a mate of mine had been found dead in his house. This was the guy who was online with me and my friends almost every night... I spoke to him only a day before.
Needless to say. Me and my mates were shocked. Some more than others. That might sound odd, but the reason why I knew him in the first place was because he was a housemate of my 2 close friends when they started uni. He was asked to join our little gaming community and he started playing with us. So my other mates were closer to him. Personally. I didn't know him all that well honestly, I only spoke to him online but we got on.
He was a genuine guy. He made me laugh so many times and was a real treat to be around. He bought something to our group. And now it's gone. And it's fucking depressing.
Probably wondering why I'm only bringing this up now. Well today was his funeral. I sadly couldn't make it. But I did learn something.
He committed suicide...
This guy was almost finished with uni. His life ahead of him. He was going to be a programmer. He was pretty chill and never seemed sad or angry. It just doesn't make any fucking sense.
I never actually met him face to face. It kills me to know that I never will either...
Fucking. sucks.