“I am grateful, but…you were well away. Why come back?” A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged. “I dreamed of you,” he said.
So my friend was told this by a classmate: “Just do it, Ryan. Go kill yourself. Make thousands happy.”
I bet him $10 that I could find him 1,000 people that want him to stay alive by the end of the school year; early June. Like or reblog this to help him, please.