So I started school today, and it wasn’t actually horrible. I happened to jump into a conversation about one of my friends dad’s who just died. No one knew how, except for one, and she told us. I was shocked. He had killed himself, a bullet through the head. I hardly knew him, only met him once, and this affected me. Everyone had kept telling him not to do it, he had two daughters. But apparently it got to be too much. I finally realized how much something like that can affect even people who hardly knew you. So.. now I’m not so sure. Anyway, I don’t think anyone cares about this, but I still felt like maybe it might help someone..
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I care about anyone who’s suffering or has taken their life. Yes, it’s strange to experience death. When i was in high school my wrestling coach shot himself in the head 2 weeks after i met him. The irony is he had taken me outside away from the group to talk about the cuts on my arm. Little did i know he was in a similar position.