I was in a writing workshop with this guy who I'll call Bill. For most of the semester, the class was whatever. Fun, sometimes useful, sometimes not, whatever. Then when we had to workshop a piece, for some reason I decided to choose this piece that I can only write when I'm really depressed. If not depressed, I have to get myself into that depressed mindset. So it's a really dismal, moody thing that, by means of the main character, shows a lot of my own insecurities and weaknesses. Anyways, after I read this piece to the class, Bill sent me a message telling me that we had more in common than I knew, and that I should stay in touch. This week, he was found dead in his room. Rumor has it that he hung himself. Off topic is anonymous and no one I know goes here, so I feel comfortable spilling this out to you guys. I am somewhat creeped out, because I feel like he reached out to me in response to my own expression of depression (and I never responded), and then killed himself. Thanks for listening.