I just found out that an ex-gf killed herself last year. She was a cool person, but really negative, especially considering that she was raised in wealth and privilege. She had Vitaligo, that skin condition where melanin seems to seep out of certain areas leaving whitish patches. She was cute as hell, but she was obsessed with hiding her condition with tons of makeup. No one seemed to care about it except her. She lived at home until about 40 when her mom kicked her out for her own good. I guess she couldn't handle the real world at that point, and attempted suicide a couple of times before she finally got it right. We hadn't spoken in years because of her negativity, but for some reason I read some of her poetry (she was a talented, published poet) on her website last week. So it's extra strange to find this out today. Weird to outlive a former serious gf, especially since she was about 4 years younger than me. I guess life is not for everyone. Here's to you, Kitten. RIP...