I'm really sorry, but I feel like I should share this. Today afternoon I ran into couple of old friends from elementary school and they told me that the kid that I used to sit with took his life four days ago. I was crushed, immediately. I still can't realise the gravity of his action. But as I was leaving, stunned, they started calling him a fool and an idiot due to his action. This kid was kicked around all of his life. He rarely brushed his teeth, didn't dress well, didn't like to study because he was severely dyslexic. But he was the nicest kid I've ever met. Kids in that school always picked on him and even though I was one of his few friends in that classroom, sometimes even I turned on him. I was just a stupid kid. And that's something I'll have to live with for the rest of my life. He never, I mean never, showed that anything ever got to him. But I knew better... He wanted to fit in, but the whole class didn't think he was worth anything. And what crushes me the most is that they still think that 10 years later. He always liked talking about cars and bikes. We used to spend hours playing Need for Speed in library. But after elementary school, we got in different schools, drifted apart. In high school he got his licence, started driving, working around cars and bikes. He seemed happy last time I saw him 2 years ago. And now I can't sleep. I can't stop going over everything. I thought he finally found a place where he belonged, found people that are passionate about the same things as he is, found a friend. Now I can't stop thinking maybe he needed one more, maybe he would still be with us... Tomorrow is his funeral... I still can't believe it. I just wanted you all to know we haven't lost a fool nor an idiot. We've lost a good person. And that should matter the most. And people should know that...