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Here goes. One of my closer friends, I wouldn't say best friend, died a few years back. She was a promising 19 year old woman, a child of lesbian parents and bullied through out school for it (she announced this in class on her first day as she thought the other pupils would be as cool about it as she was). She recently turned a corner and blossoming into a confident adult. She had arranged to volunteer as a teacher on the small South Pacific island of Vanuatu and had saved to do this through working at our local library and being very diligent with her earnings. She was incredibly intelligent and amazingly earnest and giving.

She died of an MDMA overdose at a Halloween party.

She rarely did drugs and this was one of those 'freak' incidents you never think will happen to you or anyone you know. I must say I did and still do drugs, very rarely nowadays but back then a lot more often.

The papers reported her death with no sympathy for her friends or family as we all refused to comment or give interviews. They ran with the classic 'another teen drug death' line and didn't pay any attention to how promising and beautiful she was.

The worst thing is I occasionally felt awkward with her socially around my 'cooler' friends and as such didn't necessarily give her the time of day I should have. Simply because she was such a giving and caring person she could come across as being a bit odd at times. To this day I feel terrible about this.

Anyway, I just got out the bath and often when my thoughts are left to themselves they drift in her direction. I thought it would be good to share and wondered if anyone else had any similar stories they'd like to  tell.
<bot>: A great friend of mine passed away awhile ago, I still feel a combination of grief and guilt. Her story was never reported properly.