Dason is dead. I didn't know him well, but I knew him well enough that it hurts me that he's dead. I went to school with him. He was a friend with a good friend of mine. I worked the night shift with him for the past six months. I would have liked to know him better. And he's dead. By his own hand
(
Read more... )
Comments 2
It's so painful, seeing the realities of mental illness.
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment