I was going to use today to post my interview with Holly Schindler, but something happened that pushed it tomorrow. This is also a downer, serious post. I promise I'll be happy tomorrow.
A boy in my school committed suicide. He went missing on Thursday, his body showed up yesterday, and I was appalled by the reaction in school today.
I wasn't expecting a mass mourning.
I also wasn't expecting jokes about it.
I don't find it funny.
I know that hardly anyone reading this knows the boy, and I'm not going to put his full name to be googled. It was a gunshot wound, if that satisfies your curiousity. No, that's not being mean. That's just . . . yeah. Well. For someone who wants to be an author, I'm having issues finding words.
I also know that suicide is considered cowardly and weak. But I used to be friends with him. That was a while ago, before he fell into bad stuff. I haven't talked to him in over a year, but it doesn't matter. People shouldn't have joked. When something likes this happens, more people should be sad. Maybe it's just my opinion, but . . .
Ugh. I don't know. It just seems like . . . The feeling of desperation that leads someone to that point? No one--no one--deserves to feel that.
So. In respect, I'm posting this.
Logan, I'm so sorry.
Rest in peace.