Hi peoples. So, just a warning to some of you, this blog is going to talk about suicide. Just thought I'd let you know, just incase some of you wouldn't want to read about that. But... ya, here we go.

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I have four best friends. That I know of, one of them is suicidal. I have my ex best friend. She is suicidal. I have my ex boyfriend. He is suicidal. Gosh, isn't that just a horrible word? A word that means people think that they're worthless. I mean, don't get me wrong, I've curled up under the covers thinking the same thing, but we gotta move past that. Even if we don't think so, we are all worth something. What do you think my last few blogs were about? It's amazing the thoughts one can have at one in the morning.
Now I'm gonna move on to something I hate. Something many people do. Joke about serious subjects. Mainly suicide. They just add "Kys" into every sentence they can, as if it's not a serious problem. As if people aren't dying because of simple letters like that.
You don't really think about how serious things like that are until someone you love either threatens to or does that. I'm going to tell you a story. A true but sad story. It's personal, a story of a friend, but I'm not going to say any letters or gender titles to give away which friend's story it is. I'm just using fake names for the people.
6th grade. Towards the end. Rachel was dating John, and they were happy. Rachel's parents decided to make her move across the country away from her friends and school. Rachel was heart broken. My friend went to a special school get together and was hanging out with John. John texted Rachel to see where she was, but he got a response from her parents saying that she was no longer alive. An at most 12 year old girl, dead. My friend and their friends worked so very hard to make sure the same did not happen to John. And it worked.
What's the point of this story? It's whatever you think it is. For me, it's stick by your friends and be nice to others. I say be nice to others because how would you feel if you told someone to die, and those were your last words to them.
One of my friends drowns their thoughts in fake smiles and lewd jokes. Another hid it so well that I did not discover it until they told me a few weeks ago. A third was saved by their mother from jumping off a building at a young age.
Look around. Carefully. Find the ones who are hurt and comfort them. But you really need to get to know some of them to find it. Because some people are very good at hiding their feelings.
-Rainbow