hathycol | (no subject)

So, I went to high school with a lot of someones. Some of them I got on quite well with. Some I didn't. Some I barely knew. Some I barely registered their presence. Some I shared a class with every so often. But due to the size of the school, all of the someones did, at some point, make an impression on me, particularly the someones I went to primary school with.

One of the someones killed themselves last night by driving over a cliff in Yorkshire.

It was a someone who was particularly notorious, really. Famous for only sitting five GCSEs because the teachers didn't think it was worth teaching him when he barely turned up. Famous for being quite a good runner who ruined it with smoking. Famous for planning on joining the army with the aforementioned five GCSEs. Famous for being bullied relentlessly in primary school just because he joined us all late in Year 5.

Even had a reputation after we left high school - famous for going and working in Yorkshire, marrying, and having a kid.

God.

I'm not going to cry over his death. Yes, it's tragic, yes it's awful, but I have no idea who he turned into in the last three years. I have no idea what caused him to take his own life.

I do, though, know that someone I knew - shared a cookery class with, that's my memory - and who was the same age as me, has died.

I feel very old this morning.