I just found out that a guy in my dorm tried to kill himself. It's not my wing (we don't have coed wings, and I'm a girl), but I spend almost all my time there... I knew that guy, he lived across the hall from one of my best friends. I saw him almost every day, we talked from time to time. He wasn't super smiley, but he was friendly, had a good social life... I just don't get it. I mean, I have been in some rough places in my life, I've wanted to stop living before, but I've never been able to convince myself to try suicide. I can't bring my self to hurt the people in my life that way. I mean, this guy's friends are drinking and crying, they're really messed up. Even the people like me, who only knew him cuz they happened to live in the same place, we're still pretty shaken up. I don't understand how life can be so bad you can stop caring about how much you're gonna fuck up other people's lives. I understand having so much pain you just want it all to stop, and even feeling so lonely and uncared for that you think it won't matter... But when you have loving, caring friends... I don't get it.