Kota asked not to be mourned.
Sorry man, I cried all day. I can't really see how you'd expect me not to, but I think it was compassionate that you asked.
You decided to check out and that's your right. I can't imagine what it is like living with chronic pain and without even the tacit the support of your family. They did not deserve you. We disagreed often; you felt that I let myself get too worked up about the state of the world. But you listened when Juniper died, and you spent the time to check in.

I appreciated you. We disagreed civilly. We always oriented toward compassion toward one another. I loved sharing passions with you. You were often the only person to reach out to me when I was in depressive slumps with a meme or occasionally something horny. I appreciated both, even if I sometimes had to be careful about the context I'd check them in.

It's so hard to enumerate six years of friendship. There was a fair share of drama. We played a lot of games. You practically carried me in my ill-conceived attempt at FF 14. We watched Neos die. We both escaped Florida.

You were a constant. You were my friend. I hope you are at peace, you fucking gremlin.

I'm going to miss you, but you already knew that.