http://www.sun-sentinel.com/news/nationworld/sfl-flabullying0127sbjan27,0,168200.story

Call me heartless, blah blah blah, but…Come on. 12 years old. I wouldn’t use the word “moron” exactly in this context, but WHEN YOU ARE IN FIFTH GRADE PEOPLE SAY STUFF. Yes, I’m sure most of us had some degree of bullying. There were kids in my fifth grade class that could barely multiply 2 x 3, so obviously they were teased over it. We had a wannabe goth/emo in my fifth grade class that got some serious crap thrown at her. DID SHE COMMIT SUICIDE? NO. However, I believe she’s somewhat mentally stable, so on a different note…

According to that article, a twelve year old boy named Brandon Myers committed suicide because he was being teased for looking depressed. Also, the kid apparently had been diagnosed with a few different mental diseases. Brandon was allegedly “screaming for help” because of being teased. If he was really screaming for help and it was known in the school he had mental diseases (this was on school premises, mind you) WHY THE *HELL* DIDN’T THE SCHOOL DO SOMETHING? The kid was supposedly taking a “chemical cocktail” to help him and was visiting a counselor outside of school. Brandon obviously had mental health issues. If it was known he was depressed, why weren’t people watching him more closely? And now, I take a different turn…

I believe life can be summed up fairly easily. Crap happens. You’re going to get downs in your life, and while mental health can spur suicidal thoughts, people have got to realize that bad and good things happen in life, and in order to experience the good things, you may possibly want to be living. I was considered an extremely serious 12 year old, I’ve always kind of acted older than my age (especially in real life) and I’ve got a few (minor) mental health problems. Yet I have never felt the need to take my life, because the few people who actually would care if I died would be sad. Plus, I’m an atheist, I don’t believe it would solve anything ;D. I have never actually felt that devastated about death, it’s something natural. However, some people feel it’s massive. I haven’t lost a parent/someone in my immediate family, but when my great grandmother died (I was close to her as a small child, but could never understand why she couldn’t remember who I was) I didn’t really feel that sad.

This isn’t disrespect for the dead, but please. Think before you do something stupid.