I love you.

So many sad stories.
When I was younger from 4th to 11th grade I planned out suicide down to the detail and set it up in real life. My grade school experience wasn’t eventful, at all. In short: I spent most of the time alone or getting bullied at home and school. The only person who kept me from committing suicide was my mom but she worked sixteen-hour days.
Now in college, I am happy most of the time. When I’m sad I know I will feel happy again and when I’m happy I enjoy it while it lasts. It is a complete 180 from grade school.
Although, I still feel those awful familiar feelings from time to time I take a moment to realize that other people feel the same way and its only natural. Pain is humane in that everyone must feel it to gain an understanding of life. If people were not raised to fear pain then perhaps there would be a lot less posts on this website.
These posts are brilliant in helping all who read and reply to them. It is remarkable how many people participate in this. They are beautiful people, and you are beautiful.
I absolutely love you, them. I wish I could get to know these people, spend the day, spend the night, get to know them. Anonymity is close to sacred on this site and I have no intention of breaking that.