A week ago, my cousin died. We'll never be sure, but it was likely suicide. As one could imagine, I was pretty upset. There's not a lot left for me to say, except for this:
I am greatful for the influence he had on my life. The shitty Asian cinema I so love and my passion for foreign film in general was a direct result of the time (however limited) we spent together. He was amusing when he was in a good mood, and I'll always think fondly of him.
That being said... I'm really determined to take away something positive from this loss. He wasn't there for himself; he refused the help of others, and refused to help himself. I won't allow myself to be like that again. I am worth preserving and I will persevere because I have people who care about me. I care about me.
FINIT
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