For the past few months I’ve had difficulty sleeping through an entire night. Most nights I wake up from nightmares revolving around a few different themes, predominantly suicide, a sense of loss and hopelessness. This may be hard for you to understand as generally my writing is incredibly cheery and heartwarming. A few months ago one of my friends committed suicide. We weren’t that that close but it was one of those cases where you seem to form a bond immediately. I met him at the internship; he was the web developer, the person I interacted the most with both professionally and on a personal level. We often went to lunch at the restaurant next door to the office, where he ordered a cheeseburger every day. He was a decade older than me, divorced and a workaholic. I don’t know…