the suicide victims family and friends would say, “oh, yeah nothing seemed wrong. he was fine, everything was normal. he went to school came back did his homework, played video games, browsed the internet, had friends. everything was fine.” but when it came down to it, no one really had the time to sit with him, talk to him. get the real dirt out of him. the pain and fear of being truly alone. no one saw that side of him because he hid it. he made sure that no one would figure him out. because if someone, anyone did, he thought he would lose the respect from his peers. if he had said something, their point of view would change. everyone would say, “no i still see you the same way…” then several days later the best of friends are the worst of enemies. who are you to generalize human behaviour based on the consensus of vote? everyone is different. everything is different. we just happen to behave in similar ways due to social hierarchy, we see each other and say, “hey yeah i want to do that too, hes michael jordan and he can dunk. i want to be able to do the same.im going to take the time and practise that.” ignorance is bliss. originality is actually copy, paste and edit. theres only so much space for an individual to stand out as different. but does it really matter? people live their lives to work and work their lives off to live. if you could live life what would you really do? what is the meaning of life? why are we here? if we could start over, i’d do it all over again and tell you i love you.