Hey, hey Waffle gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking

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in to today's first story. Much love guys. Now before we do get into

this next story, I do want to give you a warning that this story does talk about depression

and someone ending their own life through this. So as always, look after your mental health.

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Now we're moving in to this story.

This story is from a deleted user who says, am I the asshole for throwing away my girlfriend's dead best friend's t-shirt?

I know it sounds bad, but hear me out.

I've been with my girlfriend for a couple of years

and we lived together. My girlfriend lost her best friend of 10 years, her senior year of college.

They'd gone through a lot together, but the best friend had some unrelated mental health issues

and she lost the fight against her depression. My girlfriend was the one who found her. They lived

together at the time.

This caused my girlfriend to spiral.

She wound up helping the parents go through her stuff.

She now has a box of old journals that were her best friends.

They had a pack that if one dies, they wouldn't let anyone else read them, too embarrassing

or something.

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