Everyone is so sad. I'm terribly sad at the moment.

My friend from school, Laura, whom I've known since we were 8 is back in my city. She lives in Canada now working for ebay, so successful. She's back here because her little brother committed suicide. Hanged himself from his bedroom ceiling. He is the same age as my little brother, 18 years old. Only 18. He left a note saying he wasn't depressed, that he'd finished doing everything he needed to do in life and it was time to go.

So tragic. So incredibly sad.

It's raised my own awareness that life isn't easy. That other people aren't necessarily as happy as I can sometimes be.

It's also raised a lot of questions in my mind;
- what did he think while he was dying? While the life was being choked out of him?
- at the last moment, as he died, did he realise there isn't an afterlife/there is an afterlife?
- did he stop wanting to die when he realised the finality of it all?
- how did he feel…dying?
- what did he look like? what does death look like?
- why did he want to die?


I'm so sad now.