I can’t help thinking it’s something I did. That somehow everything that happened is my fault.

Everyone tells me that I’m not to blame, but I feel like I should have known, or should have been able to help him more. I mean I knew about his dad, and the fact that his mom left… maybe I should have been a better support system for him. Maybe I should have found him resources to help him.

But then again, I should have seen the signs…

Nick and I were at Mr. Pizza with Elsa. Elsa’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember, but her and Nick didn’t always get along. I didn’t think it would be a problem but Nick didn’t want me to be friends with her… he told me I needed to pick either him or her.

I picked him.