when i was younger, i was about 11 or 12 years old and i had just recently gotten instagram. i didn’t really know how it worked, but i had somehow made a couple internet friends. one of them was what i considered my best friend, she was 15 or 16 and we had several art accounts together because we had very very similar art styles. she would always vent to me about how bad she had it, i always listened but i could never offer advice because i was young and stupid and didn’t comprehend the consequences on what would happen if she didn’t get help. at the time i didn’t know what su!c!de was, and she had told me she was su!c!dal with failed attempts. still, i didn’t know what that meant and i was too ignorant to look it up or figure it out on my own. about a year and a half into our friendship, i thought she got logged out of her instagram account because it had happened before, but she always made a new one and dmed me again. but that time she didn’t, and i hadn’t found out until later (through her irl friends’s instagrams) that she did k!ll herself. i really wish i had known at the time and maybe i could’ve helped and prevented it. i still think about her every day.