Anois ar theacht an tsamraidh- now that summer’s coming.

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All these words spilt trying to articulate sorrow, anguish.
I don’t want to add to that. I’m writing anyways.
I fell in love, nearly two years ago. Head over heels. Completely knocked out with love. Rare sunshine, and walking home from school, him my shadow. We met up and kissed, but you see I was worried in case people gave me sh*t for it, I was fourteen and he was sixteen. Obly two years, and I don’t know why I let it stop me from being with him. So for a month we texted blah blah bah and I finally met up with him, and couldn’t bear being separated from him, dreamt about him, thought only of him. He told me that he had tried to kill himself when he was living in another part of the country, that he had been legally dead.
The fact that someone I loved had nearly died, even though that was before I met them-even though they survived, even though the were happy- haunted me.
If you are out there, if anyone is out there, and contemplating suicide, I know how it feels. I’ve been through it too. I have been through it and I’m close to people who’ve been through it. Maybe I can help you find some solace, relieve a little less desperation.