.-. no.

Looool but I’m not as cool as I acted.
I wasn’t me when I was with you.
I changed for you, and you didn’t like me when I changed back.

(Source: quote-book, via a-god-in-ruins)

So on October 4th, 2011, my friend Mitchell passed away. Mitchell committed suicide, and for a lot of us the reason is still unknown. Most people would think that this would prevent someone else from wanting to commit suicide or inflicting self harm because of the fact that it would make so many people feel loss & etc. but it made me feel quite the opposite. I wasn’t best friends with Mitchell, not even a close buddy, i was just an archery buddy, a team mate.

Mitchell’s death had turned on the depression that lurked in my brain because I have type two bipolar disorder. I didn’t even really know i had it, but a few weeks ago, my doctors told me other wise. No one knew that I had such a disorder until a few months back after March break, but by then I was already recovering.

A lot of bad things just kept on happening in between Mitchell’s passing and February, but at the end of February there was an early release day. On that early release day, a bunch of us were bussing over to Andrew’s house and that’s the day I met Kevin. Haha, I bet you were all waiting for me to get to that point. Well, even though a few people had already helped me through my depression that no one, not even my family, knew I had at that time, Kevin had in fact made a huge impact on my happiness. Kevin was basically all smiles, and after that first casual introduction and conversation with him on the bus, I had bumped into him a handful of times after.

The next time I had bumped into Kevin which was just a short while after, I literally fell on him. I was walking down the stairs, not watching where I was going, and i tripped and almost flew down to the bottom. Who else was there but Kevin? He actually caught me, and I’m pretty sure if he hadn’t, I would’ve broken my face… or at least my hands. That day was the first day I had actually laughed in a long time. Kevin and I sat down after I fell and laughed for a good 5 minutes at how I was such a klutz. Every time I saw Kevin after that, I would smile and we would chuckle at the inside joke. I swear that Kevin was a big reason I got so much better, and I’d like to thank all of the Dinhs and everyone who had made an impact on Kevin’s life before I met him, or else he wouldn’t have made such a great one on me.

Thanks, Kev, I still owe you so much. Thank you.

I don’t have very many memories of kevin, but the pain of our friends makes me feel like I’ve known him much longer. KD better be better. Haha, I feel like he passed well, and ill be here for my friends as they cry