All people seem to recognize are that we are the school of suicide. As I look around at all of the strangers that feel the same pain, I feel.. enlightened. We are together. We are more than the numbers, we are more than “that school”. I’ve come to the realization that strangers at our school will give you a hug if you ask. All you need to do is ask. HMGGMH.
–Looking Up (12)