death & friends part 2

I can’t help it. I view every suicide as a failure — mine. Ours. We could have done more.

Ultimately, he died alone, and he died because he thought he was alone. He was our friend. He was my friend. I knew he wasn’t okay but I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t think it would end like this. We weren’t that close. Someone else could have stepped in. We should have stepped in.

It’s my fault. It’s our fault. He died alone, and he died because he thought he was alone.

My heart is breaking. We could have done more.

RIP Dave.