I’m about to tell you the last thing you want to hear. I’m eighteen. When I was 14 my best friend killed himself. My role model. The person I wanted to be just like. Me and his family have never recovered. Neither has anybody who loved him. At the time I’m guessing ( NOBODY will ever know ) that he thought he had nobody. Boy was he wrong. If only he saw what it did to his family. His friends. Me.
Please, I’m literally begging you. Please reconsider. I don’t care what you say, people would miss you. People would never recover. People would never […]
