Last night I got told over MSN, that an old friend of mine took his life. I refused to belive this and went to bed thinking that he could of, beacuse the last few mounths hes been having problems, and heavly abusing drugs.
Richard was a loved guy by many people, he was adopted by his foster parents and was born with a hair lip I first met him at scouts when I was a young child of about 12, he was just 16 and volentered his time to help there. As I grew up we both became somewhat of friends, and getting to know each other. He enjoyed fixing computers and playing video games and also, getting wasted.
The last couple of mounths of Richard's life he was over doing coke, he proberly would of not adimited it, but slowly and surely he was becoming an adict, he wasnt allowed to come in some of his frineds houses and was stealing things for his habbits. Although he still kept so friendly and outgoing personality he kept having run in's with the law.
Around 3pm the night he took his life a friend of mines girlfrined seen him on a hill and she asked him how he was, he replied that he was not doing so well and was writing a letter to his parents. He then went to the local shop he used to work at and got quite friendly with the owner and told her to ring his parents in an hour to pick up this letter. He then went to the train tracks near my house and jump infront of a train around 5pm.
I use drugs as a tool, not to get fucked up on. But to explore my mind and the feelings I can feel, this happening last night has completly changed the way I look apon drugs and will make me so much more warey(sp?) on how I use my drugs and how to control the ammount I take and how often.
R.I.P Richard. Forgive the things he has done.
-The good die young.