one of my really good friends growing up, like 7th-9th grade, one of the raddest nicest people i can think of, i was really close with him until he moved to a new town, not that far away but we didnt hang out that much after that, but have still been kinda close, and yeah i found out today that he killed himself recently. like, the closest person to thats ever died, besides great grandparents in which it was really expected. i want to puke a little bit. ahh, wow. actually "not stoked" is wayy an understatement for my state of mind regarding that.