This is something quick I decided to do for this-day-that-cannot-be-named-for-I-am-an-idiot. Yes, that is me in the photo.
To be honest, I almost was one of those kids. About a couple years ago, I wasn't entirely the all-around-happy guy I am today. I was suicidal. I was bullied at school because of my ideals and home didn't help much. At that time, my family was in a inter-family arguement that was draging on for years. One day, I just got sick of it all. I'm usually the first one home in the afternoon. I took a meat carving knife into my room. For the next two hours I sat there, with the blade against my neck. I'm serious. The sharp edge of the blade was against my neck. Close to the two hour mark, I started thinking about what I was doing. I thought about the pain that would disappear. I thought about the rest I could finally have. I also thought of my family, friends, and my new girlfriend. Then I realized how selfish I was being. My suicide would've caused so much pain in them. It also would've torn Mother apart. Unlike most guys, my mother is my most important family member to me, so naturally I was worried about what would happen if I did it. At 5:15 my mother arrived home, and I dropped the knife and went to hug her, tears streaming down my face. I remember fibbing about what just happened, so that I wouldn't worry her. Ever since, I've adopted a humanitarian side to my personality. And here I am today.
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