It’s always hard to lose someone at such a young age. My sympathies and condolences.
That’s so terrible. I’m so, so sorry hon 
big hugs
f*** man im sorry… I hate thinking about things like this, because it always makes me pissed about what someone could have been. The waste of life disgusts me, but in a depressed kind of way.
im sorry man
{{{yuliya}}}
I’m sorry for your loss. It’s always hard on those of us left behind. Take care of yourself.
It’s so hard to see this happen. And while it’s sometimes hard to reconcile anger with sorrow, recognise that both are natural emotions and feel them to their fullest. In grieving (and railing at!) him, you might find a deeper connection to him–his memory–and to others around you than you expected.
I’m sorry to hear this.
Losing a friend can hurt to the very heart of us.
I’m glad that you posted here and are talking about it. I’m very sorry.
So sorry about your friend. Clown types often hide their own sadness making others smile.
I really am so sorry for you,you say he was a caring loving person, then he would want you to get on with your life.
I like every other Doper am thinking loving thoughts for you.
Don’t give up you’ll never be alone we’re all with you,now and always.
You will be in my prayers tonight.
Sounds like he was quite busy taking care of other people, he lost sight of taking care of himself. I’m sorry for your loss and for all the anger, guilt and betrayal he has left behind him.
I think you’re right eleanor. Thank you so much everyone for all the love. This week has been tough. My professors have been really understanding, though.
Daryl liked to wear pink so a lot of people wore pink to his funeral instead of black. That made me smile.
more hugs
The pink thing is really cool 
I bet he woulda got a kick out it (or, if you believe in an afterlife - maybe he did see it and dig it).
I don’t believe in an afterlife, which makes this extra shitty. Any tips from atheists/agnostics for dealing with death?
One thing that was really important for me in dealing with the two early deaths I’ve faced was remembering that my friend wasn’t just his death. Especially in a situation like this, it can be easy to get lost in sorrow and anger and see him as “that guy who killed himself” even a ways down the road. Let the little things you loved about him and you learned from him to shine in a way that they might not have if he were still around. Practically honour his memory!
Get a copy of Judy Collins’s excellent book Sanity & Grief, about the suicide of her only child. And remember: Your friend was not his death. He was his life.