Near the beginning of this school year one of my friends commited suicide. His name was Liam, and I still find myself thinking about it all the time. I switched school five years ago, but we remained friends. Although we weren't the closest, and sometimes we wouldn't talk for a while I owe a lot to him. Liam helped teach me how to play guitar, which is what a lot of my time consumes now. It helps...

When I'm gone sometimes I wonder what's going to happen. Who will care? Who's going to genuinly care, and who's going to be there faking it? What will people say? Will they be proud? How will I know when I've completed everything I need to?I question what my life is meant to be all the time too. I never know what I need to do or where I need to go. It's nights like tonight that I question what I'm...