15 years old. in the middle of another scorching summer there was a heavy weight over my head. something dark pulling me under. i had soon seemed to notice how i didn’t want to do anything anymore and i didn’t know why. i myself at the time had a girlfriend, a best friend, and a few other friends a sibling and 2 parents. but as some people know its not because of them. i was always quiet when you first met me, it was till along time when i would finally shine for the true energetic person i am. but that year i had chosen to take my first ap class and man was i proud! i worked so hard on that class, thought i did great on the test at the end of the year, but when i got my results. i found out i didn’t i fact pass. i felt worthless stupid and useless. one day after i found out my girlfriend and i got into a fight. i was wreck less and i wanted to die. so overtime she tried to tell me she loved me or wanted me, i thought it was a lie and i took a pill from a jar i took from my parents. i remember later that day my mom crying by my bed. the next few days passed quickly. who knows what would have happened if i wouldn’t have passed out. i wish a lot of times i would have died that day to save everyone the trouble of whats soon to come.