A boy my son knew committed suicide. He was 16.
I didn’t sleep well; I keep asking myself why a young boy just takes his own life… Then I remember where I was at 16, and it makes total sense.
Life is scary. Keep talking!
A boy my son knew committed suicide. He was 16.
I didn’t sleep well; I keep asking myself why a young boy just takes his own life… Then I remember where I was at 16, and it makes total sense.
Life is scary. Keep talking!
reflections of an unquiet mind 
That’s terrible, it saddens me to hear this. It’s a rough age. I wouldn’t go back and relive those years for anything.
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