>>3101949An f5 shows this to not be the case. Region-locking? Still, reposted but not greentexted for readability against the default color scheme:
I bet you thought, in the weeks and days and minutes before you hung yourself, about how sad we'd all be. About how we'd all be thinking about what more we could have done to keep you here. Guess what, Nick. You were wrong.
The night you died, we gathered at the apartment you shared with Melanie, and drank in celebration. Toasted to your memory, but not to you. Not to the person you really were. We drank to the memory of "Nick," the person we knew before you really became you.
We talked about our memories of all the good times we had with you before you changed. The nights spent drinking in food courts, knocking over trash cans in your Jeep, blissing out on acid to Aphex Twin.
We talked about pretty much every moment that predated the moment when your face sunk in, and you stopped laughing, and every brunch and party and gathering became a struggle to accommodate you. Or rather, the person you became.
How could you be so fucking selfish? To think we would sacrifice our own happiness to join you in the depths of your ugly, hateful problem. You became so angry, and bitter, and self-absorbed, that even someone else's birthday party had to become about you, and your stupid fucking disease. My birthday party, in fact. You ruined my 21st birthday with your narcissistic bullshit, Nick. An ambulance called to the bar, that I ended up paying for. You worthless piece of shit.
In a way, I guess I am a little bit upset that you died. Because I feel like you owe me part of my life back. The 4 years that were consumed with talking about you, and worrying about you. I never got that back from you. I never got back the money I loaned you, and the time I spent by your side while you vomited and wept. And now I never will.
