My name is Liam, and this is how I lost my best friend. In 2018 my roommate and best friend took his own life just hours after saying goodnight to me and giving me a big hug. I thought the hug was a bit strange cause it wasn’t a normal thing before we turned in for the night. The next day I was so focused on buying weed that I didn’t check his room before I left. When I came back, I realized I had 12 missed calls from his dad, when I finally called back he said he needed to speak to me in person. We saw each other and he let me know the news. I was devastated. I then had to call all our closest friends and let them know myself. I was extremely frustrated with him as I couldn’t understand why he did this. I miss him every day, and now run a recording studio named after our initial plan of opening a studio together called “Ghost Records”. I wish he held on a bit longer cause we could’ve been doin shows and stuff together but now I’m doin it all alone. Feels weird. I feel selfish sometimes about it.
Well, that’s my story, my friends name was Andrew, and if anybody is goin through something similar, trust me, you will heal.
