RIP Travis Deforest

I don't remember the last time I said anything to the guy.

I was skimming Catherine's entry, when Travis's name jumped out at me. Travis? Travis Wicks? Fear clutched at my heart.

No, no, Travis Deforest.

I can't say that I knew the guy too well.

But I do remember him. Vaguely. He was loud and kind of funny. I don't think I've seen him often this year.

Man. Man oh man.

I don't believe suicide is wrong. I'm sorry, I don't. I think that there are cases where...it's just too much. Someone who is suicidal has thought long and hard about their life and its meaning, and their decision to end it is not an accident. It's not, "shit, life's tough, goodbye."

But they say people who survive suicide attempts always say they realized at the very last second how much they want to live.

I wonder if that applies to every single suicide attempt, or was it only those who failed?

His friends must be going through so much shit right now.

I can sincerely say, Rest in Peace, Travis.