I posted this in my other thread, but it really belongs here.

Death always has a profound influence on me and makes me deeply reflect on life. Life is SO very precious and short.

If I gained one thing from this tragic experience, it's a good reminder to me about being happy in life. I refuse to be in unhappy situations or circumstances and always have.

And there is always a way out, other than suicide. It's SO sad to me that he felt he had no option BUT. I fell in love with his potential and all that I saw in him that I thought was good, positive and amazing. I always thought he had great potential, yet he just couldn't get himself off the ground - and apparently never did, which saddens me immensely. In the beginning, I only saw the good in him and I believed in him. When we broke up, he said to me thank you for believing in me when I couldn't.