A few days ago.. my classmates, and I, were told by the head administrator of MTC (where I currently go for my graphic communications class) that a former student from our class last year committed suicide, and was found in a public park not too long after.
I only knew him for a year or so.. but he was a good person, and it makes my heart ache to know now of how he really felt when it is all too late..
I remember the fun we had in class, and the jokes we'd go back and forth with, and how he always made me laugh even if I was having a bad day. He had a good heart, and so much potential, but unfortunately he didn't think that way of himself, even for me it was difficult to tell his true feelings of sadness behind his wonderful smile. I would always push him to do better, and tell him he was so much more capable if he just tried with his art instead of just getting by to pass the class, but he shrugged it off or changed the subject away from himself. He was also an amazing musician, and regularly showed me and my classmates his favorite songs, or preferred taste in music, which I also happened to like as well.
He always told me how much of a wonderful artist he thought I was, even when I doubted myself on a certain project or idea. I'll never forget the time when he told me my CD case for the GAERF contest 'would win, and if it doesn't then the judges must be blind as hell'.
I'll miss you, Jack.. I hope that where ever you are, you aren't sad anymore.. I'm so sorry I failed you as a friend..