r.i.p
i remember late night talks and reading into each other's lives. the first time we talked, we talked for two hours straight.
i remember when you told me that you loved me. it made me smile because no one had ever said that to me before.
i remember bush fires and my paranoia.
i remember meeting you while you were working at that food shop at macquarie shopping center. you were shocked into silence because you never knew that i preferred the gothic style.
i remember yr support and encouragement. you were such a caring person and were always there for me.
i not only scarificed you, but i sacrificed all my friends for the higher school certifiacte and an 99 UAI. we lost touch. should i have realised that something was wrong when you didn't reply to my sms? i thought you were over yr depression. remember writing to me about how people around you loved you, and yr perspective on suicide post- depression? you said that suicide was a sin and you wouldnt put the people you loved through that pain.
if only i knew, i could have stopped you. maybe things would have improved for you if you had came to my psychiatrist with me and got on some anti-d's. i would have told you how much you meant to me.
i was so shocked when i found out. one of my best friends, gone?
sometimes minutes will go by when i dont think of you. i realise that there will never be a minute which goes by when yr family wont think of you.
R.I.P Joyce
"holds a true friend in both hands"
12.1.85- 21.5.06
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