Last year my happiness came to a crashing halt. My closest guy friend had hung himself. I actually loved him but I didn’t have the courage to tell him. I knew I would never be the same after that. I always kept wondering why he did it. I guess I’ll never know. But back to the story. Well after the viewing I couldn’t sleep. He didn’t even look like the same Trenton Stout I knew. I thought they had made some kind of mistake. Like put the wrong name or something in the paper. But no, it was him alright. I called my mom crying on the phone. I never knew I could feel that bad. I knew I would never see him again and it hurt. He was gone. Forever. Period.