It’s something I use to think of a lot.
Sometimes I still do.
I met this boy, in one of my classes, and we were just talking. Somehow suicide etched its words into our conversation. He told me, “If you tell someone, you want to be stopped.” For me..that was true. I told my Dad. I cried in the car and told him everything.
When I was a kid, there are some things I can’t remember. I was crazy..wild. My Mom let me do whatever I wanted. I had a little sister. She suffered from a severe case of asthma. My mom did drugs..all kinds […]