Indeed I am still alive.
I don't know what to say. Life has been well for me. But I am not here to talk about me this time. Suddenly I feel the need to update this journal. I'm not even sure if anyone reads it, but a journal is a journal...
I got done talking with my friend earlier about everything. I've come to the conclusion, he has broken down, and is highly suicidal. I've done what I can to help him through this. I know deep down he is hurting bad, and is greatly confused about everything. I wish I could do more to help him. I sent him this song I am playing, which I am very fond of. He was the one who got me into it in the first place. Not once have I seen someone so hurt by life. He was the one who gave me advice, and aided me in my troubles, yet now it seems he is the one who needs the aid. I don't like to see him hurt like this, and it pains me to see this is the way he feels about life. I will do my best to help him recover...
I got done talking with my friend earlier about everything. I've come to the conclusion, he has broken down, and is highly suicidal. I've done what I can to help him through this. I know deep down he is hurting bad, and is greatly confused about everything. I wish I could do more to help him. I sent him this song I am playing, which I am very fond of. He was the one who got me into it in the first place. Not once have I seen someone so hurt by life. He was the one who gave me advice, and aided me in my troubles, yet now it seems he is the one who needs the aid. I don't like to see him hurt like this, and it pains me to see this is the way he feels about life. I will do my best to help him recover...