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My best friend and I were supposed to attend the same Ivy League school. We had an apartment reserved, and both of us had weekend jobs lined up. He was going to play D1 lacrosse, I was going for pre med. We both moved to different high schools our junior year of high school; he went to a prep school, I went to a predominantly white school 10 miles from our reservation (we're Mohawk indians). 

Well, he was home for christmas break and the morning his parents were going to drive him back, they found him hanging from the rafters in the garage.

That really messed me up. I started drinking all the time instead of going to school, started doing real drugs (I was a bit of a pothead prior to this), broke up with my girlfriend of two years, stopped talking to my parents, etc. When my lacrosse coach found out, he announced in front of the whole team what I was going through and basically told them I was going down the same path as every other indian who had his feelings hurt. I didn't know how to cope with the fact that my best friend in the whole world was gone in the blink of an eye. 

I withdrew from the university I was about to attend, and went to my backup school. I didn't do my work, and failed multiple classes. After my second semester, I withdrew from the university and now I'm working for a startup lacrosse company.
<bot>: Everyone had high aspirations for my friend and I. He killed himself, it fucked up my head. Drugs, alcohol, sluts.